There are worst nicknames to be saddled with, Jack supposes.
"Yeah, like this guy," Jack confirms, looking down at the Dewgong, who gives a little honk in his trainer's direction lovingly.
"Fairy cat - wouldn't happen to be a Skitty, would it?" But before Krieg can answer, the Feraligatr launches himself up and creates a big wave, one that knocks Jack to his hands and knees with a resounding curse of surprise. Jack, please, there are children here.
Fatboy Slim is suddenly splashed, and he shakes his head, blowing water out from his nose and mouth at the trainers. Jack picks himself up, sitting down this time, and shakes his head.
"Fat lot of help you are."
Slim just slaps his belly with his flippers delightedly. Jack starts chuckling after a second, though, sitting in the puddle with his soaked socks.
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"Yeah, like this guy," Jack confirms, looking down at the Dewgong, who gives a little honk in his trainer's direction lovingly.
"Fairy cat - wouldn't happen to be a Skitty, would it?" But before Krieg can answer, the Feraligatr launches himself up and creates a big wave, one that knocks Jack to his hands and knees with a resounding curse of surprise. Jack, please, there are children here.
Fatboy Slim is suddenly splashed, and he shakes his head, blowing water out from his nose and mouth at the trainers. Jack picks himself up, sitting down this time, and shakes his head.
"Fat lot of help you are."
Slim just slaps his belly with his flippers delightedly. Jack starts chuckling after a second, though, sitting in the puddle with his soaked socks.