Levi’d only just arrived in Ultern when he stumbled across the stand giving out cookies. He was aaabbbsolutely not about to trust and eat suspiciously free food handed out in a totally unfamiliar world he just woke up in, so instead he is passing the time people watching. None of these people looked like he was used to. It was almost like none of them were pokémon at all!
Except… that girl with the glimmering silvery white hair. Something about her felt familiar. Like home, in more ways than one. He shuffles over to her, speaking softly:
“Um. Excuse me? Hey. Alola. This is probably a really weird question, I know, so please don’t get mad if I’m wrong, alright? But... are you a pokémon?”
With black and red hair and yellow sclera, he looked a lot like an Incineroar himself. That’s probably a coincidence, though, right? Especially considering he’s so scrawny.
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Except… that girl with the glimmering silvery white hair. Something about her felt familiar. Like home, in more ways than one. He shuffles over to her, speaking softly:
“Um. Excuse me? Hey. Alola. This is probably a really weird question, I know, so please don’t get mad if I’m wrong, alright? But... are you a pokémon?”
With black and red hair and yellow sclera, he looked a lot like an Incineroar himself. That’s probably a coincidence, though, right? Especially considering he’s so scrawny.