In this case, there's Shadowmaru dressed as dramatically as possible. Even his hair is newly dyed, and styled up, special eyeliner applied. He's not about the miss an opportunity to look stunning, after all. Especially when it involves a cape. He marks his Arrival with a little flourish of, what else, glitter, strutting onto the ranch with a few pokemon in tow - namely his Growlithe, Frogadier, and Oricorio, perched on his shoulder.
The Hay Ride looks quite appealing. Shadowmaru's only companions here are his pokemon, and so, he'll line up with the first available single person he meets. He nods to them, sweeping into a bow of greeting. "It seems we shall be partners this eve," he says, putting on a theatrically deep voice. "Fear not the monsters, I shall endeavor to protect you."
Just... roll with him. He's always like this.
Unfortunately, when investigating the food offerings, spiced cider and spiked cider swap places in his vocabulary. Which is how his poor pokemon end up attempting to support a wildly laughing Shadowmaru, lounging leisurely on a hay bale, as if the straw and bindings were some kind of plush fainting couch. How many drinks did he have? Half of one. That's how many.
"Welcome to my humble parlor," he calls out to passersby, all but giggling at the end of the sentence. "Would you like to interview a vampire?" And then promptly flops back laughing at his own wit.
OTA!
In this case, there's Shadowmaru dressed as dramatically as possible. Even his hair is newly dyed, and styled up, special eyeliner applied. He's not about the miss an opportunity to look stunning, after all. Especially when it involves a cape. He marks his Arrival with a little flourish of, what else, glitter, strutting onto the ranch with a few pokemon in tow - namely his Growlithe, Frogadier, and Oricorio, perched on his shoulder.
The Hay Ride looks quite appealing. Shadowmaru's only companions here are his pokemon, and so, he'll line up with the first available single person he meets. He nods to them, sweeping into a bow of greeting. "It seems we shall be partners this eve," he says, putting on a theatrically deep voice. "Fear not the monsters, I shall endeavor to protect you."
Just... roll with him. He's always like this.
Unfortunately, when investigating the food offerings, spiced cider and spiked cider swap places in his vocabulary. Which is how his poor pokemon end up attempting to support a wildly laughing Shadowmaru, lounging leisurely on a hay bale, as if the straw and bindings were some kind of plush fainting couch. How many drinks did he have? Half of one. That's how many.
"Welcome to my humble parlor," he calls out to passersby, all but giggling at the end of the sentence. "Would you like to interview a vampire?" And then promptly flops back laughing at his own wit.
... Or choose your own adventure!