[Is Fiddleford really, actually going to rob him? Or is this just, like, Fiddleford making an extended joke because Fiddleford's always been startlingly good at dragging Ford Pines through the fucking dirt? Or in this case, bouncing him around so his poor unhatted head whonks repeatedly into the snow? His bag had already fallen to the ground, but now the contents of his coat begin to shake loose. Pens (so many pens), his current journal, two different packets of candy, some loose money... and the Pokéballs that are attached to the strap across his chest.
It's about at this point that MIPS circles back around with Ford's hat still dangling from its helm. It makes a metallic, echoing sound that's sort of like that a small dog might sound like if it was barking from the inside of a space-ship. This is... well it doesn't quite know how to parse this.]
It's -- ow -- it's alright, MIPS, this is a friend!
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[Is Fiddleford really, actually going to rob him? Or is this just, like, Fiddleford making an extended joke because Fiddleford's always been startlingly good at dragging Ford Pines through the fucking dirt? Or in this case, bouncing him around so his poor unhatted head whonks repeatedly into the snow? His bag had already fallen to the ground, but now the contents of his coat begin to shake loose. Pens (so many pens), his current journal, two different packets of candy, some loose money... and the Pokéballs that are attached to the strap across his chest.
It's about at this point that MIPS circles back around with Ford's hat still dangling from its helm. It makes a metallic, echoing sound that's sort of like that a small dog might sound like if it was barking from the inside of a space-ship. This is... well it doesn't quite know how to parse this.]
It's -- ow -- it's alright, MIPS, this is a friend!
[MIPs lets out a very quizzical yip.]