[ Phalar rumbles in a metallic sort of way, more a sound of coins clinking and grinding together than the movement of earth (or vocal chords), eyes flashing as he drifts away from his trainer.
He begins to walk in the direction his Pokemon indicates with not even a backwards glance. ]
Then follow. [ Or don't. It's all the same to him; he is in need of some fresh air regardless, so it's of no huge concern if she decides to linger. ]
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He begins to walk in the direction his Pokemon indicates with not even a backwards glance. ]
Then follow. [ Or don't. It's all the same to him; he is in need of some fresh air regardless, so it's of no huge concern if she decides to linger. ]