[Fascinated, Chihiro watches the gastly float over Perona's hand that way, and then glances around at the assembling ghost types. The lump in his shirt quivers before his quilava pokes his head out through Chihiro's collar, staring apprehensively around at the assembled pokemon.
--he disappears into Chihiro's shirt again soon after, but just so he can scramble down to the floor, flames sparking to life again.]
Ah... There are so many of them, aren't there... [He loses a little of his nervousness when the lights (however ominous) are surrounding them like that. But they've all come to meet Perona, he thinks, and looks over at her.]
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--he disappears into Chihiro's shirt again soon after, but just so he can scramble down to the floor, flames sparking to life again.]
Ah... There are so many of them, aren't there... [He loses a little of his nervousness when the lights (however ominous) are surrounding them like that. But they've all come to meet Perona, he thinks, and looks over at her.]