Emporio finds himself thinking of how he met so many of his ghost pokemon back home. Robo in particular just sort of...showed up to hold a tarp for him while it was raining.

The boy looks down- Stoat is still picking at Godric's fur, though she's moved on from the bangs at least. Confetti, of course, just buzzes from on his hat.

"...Yeah. They really seem to just 'know' things, huh..."