[The big lump in the front of his sweater moves, and a Ralts's head pops out of the collar. Dave grunts and readjusts his friend's weight in his arms.]
We're okay. Mostly. I was bred for slightly warmer climes, you know? Like. The inside of a volcano, maybe.
[The Ralts doesn't duck back down, but he does huddle up more in it, watching the feed with shivery interest.]
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[The big lump in the front of his sweater moves, and a Ralts's head pops out of the collar. Dave grunts and readjusts his friend's weight in his arms.]
We're okay. Mostly. I was bred for slightly warmer climes, you know? Like. The inside of a volcano, maybe.
[The Ralts doesn't duck back down, but he does huddle up more in it, watching the feed with shivery interest.]