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Posted: Jun 6 2018, 03:57 PM
Taking a walk in Ashfield led to one dizzying mistake after the next. A delivery gone wrong, Rune running off to get into some trash, tripping and falling into a mud puddle... by now, he was incredibly exhausted. Chasing after a Pokemon who generally didn't want to obey wasn't something that a trainer wanted to do. Even so, just as he let loose a rather explosive sigh, the black and white Pokemon's ears pricked at attention.
Alfonse eyed the Skiddo apprehensively, wondering if she would go running off agai- and there she went. Again. With an aggravated sigh, the blonde man wiped a few sweaty strands of hair away from his face and began to run after his companion. As she cut across the path of a vendor trying to carry some boxes across the street, Alfonse quickly ducked behind the man in an effort to not send both him and the other guy careening.
"Sorry!" he called after the man, who huffed angrily and glared at him. "Control your Pokemon, young man!" the vendor scolded as Alfonse skidded around the corner, limbs tucked tightly into his body as he spotted the leafy back of Rune streaking into an alley-way. What was she doing? He panted as he ran after her, narrowly avoiding the side of a build and clipping his arm rather violently. An explosive "Ow!" escaped him as he stumbled over a cloth covered box, tripping over it and colliding with the ground.
His ribs ached something fierce, arm throbbing as he stared at the ground with a vaguely detached feeling resonating through him. Wheezing, the blonde-haired man collapsed against the side of the building, holding his arm across his ribs.
Why wasn't Alfonse chasing her anymore? The Skiddo peered behind her anxiously as she slowed down, before coming to a standstill as she looked around her. Tracing her hoofsteps in the ground, Rune peered around the side of the alley-way with some curiosity. She knew her spontaneous runs were getting annoying, but she just wanted to run around today!
Squinting at his sitting form curiously, the goat-like Pokemon trotted around the corner, earning a weary glare from the older man. "I should have named you Trouble," he commented idly as she approached him, planting her behind on the ground and tilting her head slightly. Alfonse was breathing pretty hard, she noted curiously. His arm was wound across his side, almost cradling the side where his ribs had broken previously.
Rune shrugged unapologetically, getting to her hooves and trotting next to him. Alfonse couldn't help but eye her irritably. "Not gonna run off again?" he inquired sarcastically, wincing as another ragged breath tore pain through his side. Dangit. He probably opened up his wounds again. Caaaalm, his brain told him. Take deep breaths, slow breaths.