Little bit more done~ xDD I need nicknames for his Onix (a girl) and the Mankey (a boy) xD the Machoke is 'tiny'.
Despite herself, she let out a airy chuckle. “It’s the babies they’re worried about.”
“So, miss,” he began, voice muffled as he pulled the shirt over his head, “what’re you doin’ out here? ”
“Research,” she began toying with the end of one of the rusty pigtails over her shoulders, “innate and learned behaviour. If I can watch them while they’re newly hatched– see if there’s anything the babies just sort of do without any of the adults demonstrating it first...” She sighed, heart plummeting into her stomach.
The young man paused as he, now decent, stepped over towards the fire, and circled to face the scientist who shuffled around to avoid him.“Is somethin’ the matter, ma’am?”
“I screwed up,” she admitted with a miserable little groan. “I sort of freaked when I saw smoke, and took off over here really suddenly. I scared off the Kangaskhan, I’ll be lucky if they ever let me within binocular distance ever again, and I–”
“Wait, wait,” the man, dripping a puddle into the sand beneath him, stammered “I didn’t wreck your study, did I?”
She crossed her arms across her chest, striding away from him and towards the fire. “Everything in the park is protected by law,” she began sternly, ignoring his concern. “If you’re cooking something you caught...”
“No, no!” he blurted, a note of panic in his voice. “I’m boilin’ an omelet in a plastic baggie miss, honest. Farm raised eggs, powdered miltank milk and cheese, all from Vermillion city, all legit!” The man plunked down in front of the fire, and nudged the pot out of the fire using a blackened stick. “It ain’t much, but you’re sure welcome to some of it.” Out of the corner of her eye, she watched a tanned hand prod the lid off of the steaming pot of water, and cautiously remove what was indeed a sort of solid egg mess in a plastic bag with a fork.
She opened her mouth to remind him once again that he would half to leave, but Dex and Sunny seemed to have other plans. The doduo had forgotten his wariness, and plunked down in a fuzzy heap beside the Machoke, and extending his long neck, plucked an apple from his arms. The Machoke noted, but made no protest, and dropped the fruit between them, as the mankey descended upon the food instantly. Reluctantly, Molly searched for a dry patch of grass, and folded her legs beneath her beside her pokemon. She glanced up across the campfire, and for the first time, really got a look at the young man. The young man’s shoulder length hair was pushed partially away from his face by a bright red headband, though there were still unchecked tufts of black hair sticking through, falling into his eyes. He was tall, powerfully muscled, but built in and slender, rather than outward or hulking– undoubtedly an athlete’s figure, strong but still lithe enough to be both flexible and quick.
He would have been profoundly intimidating, were it not for the meek ducking of his head, and nervous aversion of his warm brown eyes when he noticed her gaze on him. “I’m Liam, ma’am,” he offered with a hesitant smile. “Or, Li, if you’d like.”
“Mary,” she replied against her better judgement. “Mary Cedar.”
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