[Wow Henko, it's almost like you don't trust him or anything. ...Which is good, because no one should trust Komajiro, he wouldn't have followed at all if he wasn't ushered out. The rest of them follow while Murasaki moves out of the way, a tiny little smile on his face. He holds up the 'gear again, ready to type out something that would probably kill the mood like he tends to do, but Noko leaps up and body slams it out of his hands before he can. She takes her prize in her giant snake mouth, leaving the balloon pokemon to puff up in annoyance. FINE. DON'T RECEIVE HIS TOTALLY RELEVANT COMMENTS. See if he cares.
Now out of hiding, Komasan can't help but sloooowly walk closer to Chihiro, once again getting a good look at a city that shouldn't be possible yet. He's practically right up against him, squeezing his hand every once in awhile every time they pass something that's just too futuristic to him. ...Like a streetlamp. Or someone with a really weird hairstyle.]
Zurazurazurazurazurazurazura...
[Oh right, they were having a conversation.]
I like paws, they're soft, zura... [And have little beans. Fingers don't have beans, where are the beans?!] You wouldn't know, you don't have them, zura.
[Action]
Now out of hiding, Komasan can't help but sloooowly walk closer to Chihiro, once again getting a good look at a city that shouldn't be possible yet. He's practically right up against him, squeezing his hand every once in awhile every time they pass something that's just too futuristic to him. ...Like a streetlamp. Or someone with a really weird hairstyle.]
Zurazurazurazurazurazurazura...
[Oh right, they were having a conversation.]
I like paws, they're soft, zura... [And have little beans. Fingers don't have beans, where are the beans?!] You wouldn't know, you don't have them, zura.