[Video]

[grapeeater]

[The camerawork in this video is... actually fairly professional, because it's being held in place by a Psychic Pokemon who will levitate whatever he pleases. It's outside the department store in Goldenrod, and Micchy is wearing a coat that... doesn't quite go with his shoes but you know what, he's trying.]

[But the focus is less on the coat and more on the Mareep that Micchy is... doing his best to wrestle into a sweater. It's not exactly cut for something with four legs but he's doing his damndest to get it into the thing.]

Come on, it'll keep you warm!

Maaa!

Don't give me that, your wool is going to get wet and then you'll be really unhappy and the static will get everywhere.

Maaa maareep!

Come on, please?

Reep!

[A laugh of Kaa kaadabraaa! can be heard behind the camera, and Micchy looks up to see Yoshiro filming them, his eyes wide.]

H-hey! Turn that off now!

[He reaches for the Pokegear and snatches it out of the Psychic-type's clutches, turning the video off.]

Comments

[grapeeater]

No! But inside is scary!

[samsa]

...what are you scared of?

[grapeeater]

People are scary!

[samsa]

That trainer is a person, and he isn't hurting you. You could easily fry him if you had half a mind.

[grapeeater]

... I don't want to.

[He huffs a little and stamps his feet, though it's more nervous energy than anything else.]

[samsa]

So what DO you want to do?

[grapeeater]

I don't know! Everything's scary!

[samsa]

[...Carrie looks over at Kaneki and apparently tells him something, because he jumps a little and retorts.]

I-I'm not saying that!

[grapeeater]

[Micchy blinks in surprise, looking over to the screen.]

What is it?

[samsa]

...nothing. She's being rude.

[She wanted him to say your Mareep is just plain stupid, but of course he's not...going to...]

Your Mareep is frightened right now, so it might be better to just...let him calm down a little before you try to do anything else.

[grapeeater]

Ah. I don't... know what to do to calm him down...

[He puts his hand on the Mareep's head, trying to calm him. Is this going to work?]

[... The Mareep does not seem to be impressed.]

[samsa]

Um...maybe try giving him some space? He might just be feeling overwhelmed.

[grapeeater]

... Sure.

[He takes a few steps back, watching the Pokemon, who seems to... relax slightly, at least.]

[samsa]

There. That's better, isn't it?

[He's addressing the Mareep now...and Carrie just lets out a long suffering sigh, moving to walk off screen back to whatever she was doing previously.]

[grapeeater]

[The Mareep just folds his legs and flops down onto the pavement.]

... I don't think he's all that smart...

[samsa]

[Thank you for saying it so he didn't have to, Micchy.]

Mm...you might want to keep an eye on him. Just in case.

[grapeeater]

I'll... try. I can have one of my other Pokemon keep an eye on him, at least.

[samsa]

That sounds like a good idea. Maybe later he'll warm up to the sweater idea.

[grapeeater]

[He thinks through his Pokemon on hand and pulls out a Pokeball, releasing it so that his Absol is standing next to him.]

Rin, please help out this Mareep, okay? ... Don't give me that look.

[It's very definitely an 'are you kidding me?' look.]

[samsa]

[Godspeed, Micchy.]

I'll leave you to it, then. Good luck with your Mareep, Micchy-san.

[grapeeater]

Thank you.

[He has a feeling he'll need it.]