2nd Meal

[keep_surviving]

[In the middle of the night there's a new post. All that can be seen is well... Blackness. And muffled voices, one raised, the other trying to keep the situation calm.]

IT'S A DAMN COYOTE! I HATE COYOTES!

Diana, calm down, it's just-

I'LL CALM DOWN WHEN IT GETS THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

[There's sounds of scuffling and things rubbing against the microphone, it's becoming increasingly apparent that the PokeGear is inside a bag. Most likely knocked on during whatever drama is going on outside said bag.]

WHY IS IT COMING CLOSER? GET LOST!

[Louder sounds of jostling and the screen gets a little lighter, Diana must be searching through the bag.]

Forget this! Caine, get rid of this thing!

[A deep angry feline growl and the familiar sounds of a fight.]

You did it! Now throw a PokeBall!

Right! ........ Wait- Fffff NO! [A long string of curses.] WHAT DID YOU JUST MAKE ME DO?

Comments

[dreamsofahero]

*raising an eyebrow*

Did you have something else in mind?

[keep_surviving]

Not really.

[dreamsofahero]

Well, if it proves to be truly a problem, you could consider trading or giving it to someone else, or even releasing it back to the wild. It's not something I'd advise as anything but a last resort, however.