"Oh, a Zorua! Though..." Kirishima's brow briefly furrows because it's not like any Zorua he's ever seen before. The same could be said for his Growlithe. He decides not to voice the observation yet, instead sitting back on his heels and looking up at the man who addressed him.

"Yeah, now we've all got the new clothes, it's kinda hard to tell, right?" He touches the dark blue kimono top he's wearing, the same as everyone else in the camp. Kirishima hadn't taken any particular flourishes to his outfit yet, still reeling from the rough arrival. He does, however, have medium length cherry red hair that makes him more of a standout among the natives. The smile he offers up to Loki is small and reflexive, the sort of thing one gives to dissuade worries.

"I'm Kirishima. This is Growlithe... at least for now. Maybe we'll find a nickname that suits you the more we get to know each other." He gives the Pokemon a pat on the shoulder. "Do you wanna go play with Zorua?"

Growlithe gives a soft whuff! and a wag of her fluffy tail. Due to the fur, it's hard to say if she's looking at Zorua, but her head is turned that way! While moderation is a trait she often lacks, in this case she recognizes something a bit smaller than her, so she'll let the dancing Pokemon make more of a move.