[Chihiro flinches a little, wrapping his arms around himself--rather, the quilava who's shaking away in his shirt. He shrinks in on himself as he looks around at the dark, at the shapes that seem suddenly everywhere.]
Th-this... [He has no real reason to be afraid, does he? N-no, they are pokemon, after all. Ghost types, but pokemon nevertheless.]
They've really come out... Perona-san, that one... [The one that's spinning around. Is that the type she's looking for?]
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Th-this... [He has no real reason to be afraid, does he? N-no, they are pokemon, after all. Ghost types, but pokemon nevertheless.]
They've really come out... Perona-san, that one... [The one that's spinning around. Is that the type she's looking for?]