[ Well, the response is straightforward enough; Green looks up to his partner, gently raising his eyebrows in question. ] D'you mind?
[ The voice is softer by a small margin. It's nothing noticeable to the regular individual, but there's no sarcastic bite that trails his tone; only curiosity and a hint of concern at the pokemon's stance.
Arcanine pauses, brown eyes meeting green, before he slowly lumbers forward closer to Armada. He's about a foot away from the instructor before he sits in place, waiting expectantly. His tail sweeps the ground side to side. ]
[ Armada approaches not with his hands, but with his face. The bone of his crown is all but flattened, a smooth river's stone against his skull. It is only a moment after that he lifts both hands to the Pokemon's jaw. Arcanine is as soft as Armada expected and he hums with pleasure. The sound reverberates from his chest, the rumble of distant thunder. His touch is soothing on the Pokemon and absent of any kind of aggression. ]
[ It only serves as an affirmation of how well trained Arcanine is when the pokemon tenses, but doesn't flinch. It's not common for a stranger to press his face up so close so suddenly after all, the canine's muscles tensing despite himself at first. But ... eventually it relaxes again, once the hands start moving on the pokemon's jaw. Aside from the tail wagging in contentment, he's quiet.
Green watches this with an idle sort of curiosity, blinking at Armada when the commentary is made. ] Fur?
Did you only have hard textures then? [ He looks off to the side, trying to imagine a world like that. ] And ... no mammals, I guess.
[ He cannot describe it. "Mammals" and "reptiles" and the other terms he has heard, they do not equate to Armada's make and those of his planet. Some suggestions are closer than others, but he has since given up on attempting to explain. Armada continues to soothe the Pokemon affectionately. ]
You could say fur was not a necessary evolutionary trait.
[ Not a necessary evolutionary trait -- out of all the things that Green could understand, it's this. Which isn't too far fetched, considering the teen's background, the amount of interaction he's had with biology (of pokemon, but details) and research and --
He lets out a small breath. ] Makes sense.
[ He leaves it at that, figuring that where ever Armada's from, it's magnitudes different from what Green's familiar with; something he can't imagine, no matter how hard he tries. It makes sense, given the alien's hulking frame and the helmet and --
The recruit turns his attention to Arcanine, who seems to relax further into the pets. To the point where his tail's wagging pretty shamelessly. He's as bold as to return Armada's affections with a small nudge of his snout, licking the side of his helmet. Green chuckles despite himself. ]
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[ The voice is softer by a small margin. It's nothing noticeable to the regular individual, but there's no sarcastic bite that trails his tone; only curiosity and a hint of concern at the pokemon's stance.
Arcanine pauses, brown eyes meeting green, before he slowly lumbers forward closer to Armada. He's about a foot away from the instructor before he sits in place, waiting expectantly. His tail sweeps the ground side to side. ]
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My planet did not have this texture.
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Green watches this with an idle sort of curiosity, blinking at Armada when the commentary is made. ] Fur?
Did you only have hard textures then? [ He looks off to the side, trying to imagine a world like that. ] And ... no mammals, I guess.
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[ He cannot describe it. "Mammals" and "reptiles" and the other terms he has heard, they do not equate to Armada's make and those of his planet. Some suggestions are closer than others, but he has since given up on attempting to explain. Armada continues to soothe the Pokemon affectionately. ]
You could say fur was not a necessary evolutionary trait.
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He lets out a small breath. ] Makes sense.
[ He leaves it at that, figuring that where ever Armada's from, it's magnitudes different from what Green's familiar with; something he can't imagine, no matter how hard he tries. It makes sense, given the alien's hulking frame and the helmet and --
The recruit turns his attention to Arcanine, who seems to relax further into the pets. To the point where his tail's wagging pretty shamelessly. He's as bold as to return Armada's affections with a small nudge of his snout, licking the side of his helmet. Green chuckles despite himself. ]