[Luckily for Henko, Komajiro's short attention span means he's much more focused on trying to catch his fluffy tail than causing his trainer any emotional distress. Every one of his Pokemon have so far been good about keeping their distance, mostly due to none of them knowing how to handle such a situation. It's not everyday your trainer shrinks and runs for a trash can. Murasaki is probably a different case, the only reason why he isn't trying to mentally scar his bitty trainer is because he can't fit into the alley. If everyone thinks Isamu is fat, try being a large balloon.
Komasan isn't sure how to handle being offered food from strangers, if his mother were here she'd probably throw a fit. Still, his curiosity gets the better of him, and although he doesn't take it right away, he does slowly begin to sit up so he can just keep an eye on it. One of his arms slowly moves itself back to his side as he keeps one on his head for...safety, who knows. A part of him still hopes he can make himself invisible at any second now.
Still unused to these changes, Komasan tries -- and fails -- to sniff out the treat from where he is. This nose is useless, how do people survive? All he can smell is the trash he managed to spill, something he grows to regret as every second goes by.
It looks like a fish...but it doesn't look like it's made out of fish. If only he could smell it to be sure, he wouldn't be so tempted to grab it. Timidly, to the point where his arm visibly shakes, Komasan attempts to reach out for it. Every now and again he begins to second guess himself and draw his arm back, but it isn't long before he tries again.
He's torn between satisfying his curiosity and obeying the rules of stranger danger.]
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Komasan isn't sure how to handle being offered food from strangers, if his mother were here she'd probably throw a fit. Still, his curiosity gets the better of him, and although he doesn't take it right away, he does slowly begin to sit up so he can just keep an eye on it. One of his arms slowly moves itself back to his side as he keeps one on his head for...safety, who knows. A part of him still hopes he can make himself invisible at any second now.
Still unused to these changes, Komasan tries -- and fails -- to sniff out the treat from where he is. This nose is useless, how do people survive? All he can smell is the trash he managed to spill, something he grows to regret as every second goes by.
It looks like a fish...but it doesn't look like it's made out of fish. If only he could smell it to be sure, he wouldn't be so tempted to grab it. Timidly, to the point where his arm visibly shakes, Komasan attempts to reach out for it. Every now and again he begins to second guess himself and draw his arm back, but it isn't long before he tries again.
He's torn between satisfying his curiosity and obeying the rules of stranger danger.]