For whatever reason, the name startles the Rocket, who glances around. Then he shakes his head.
"He ain't here, kid," the Rocket says, with a sigh, as he bends down to pick up the unconscious Noibat he just spotted and then straightens so that he can shove it at Kirishima.
"Go find someone to heal your bat and get the hell off my lookout," he growls. "And maybe try not to charge people when you have a seventy-five percent chance of running off the fucking awning instead of into the fucking wall—and breaking your neck and losing half your money because you sent yourself to the Pokecenter. I don't care if you're a kid and think you're fucking immortal. You ain't."
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For whatever reason, the name startles the Rocket, who glances around. Then he shakes his head.
"He ain't here, kid," the Rocket says, with a sigh, as he bends down to pick up the unconscious Noibat he just spotted and then straightens so that he can shove it at Kirishima.
"Go find someone to heal your bat and get the hell off my lookout," he growls. "And maybe try not to charge people when you have a seventy-five percent chance of running off the fucking awning instead of into the fucking wall—and breaking your neck and losing half your money because you sent yourself to the Pokecenter. I don't care if you're a kid and think you're fucking immortal. You ain't."
... is he scolding Kirishima?