[Normally, 'Mister Human' would raise a couple more eyebrows, but there's the more pressing matter of--]
Wait, she's been eating my dreams?
[...
...
JESUS.
NO WONDER SHE'S SICK.]
I, well, my dreams aren't--
[Fuck.
Give him a sec, he's slapping a goddamn filter on.]
I am staying with another human. [Her dreams really aren't any better, though.] And those dreams--they've sort of been around for a while? They're not going to get any better. Maybe when we get to Violet City, we can find someone else to trav--
[But then Flora cuts him off, making a sad wailing noise.] No other dreams! No other dreams! I want him to forget the ones he has! [Reid flinches even though he has no idea what she's saying, and he starts doing what he's been periodically doing since Flora hatched.
He glances around nervously, like someone more suited will come down and save him, and he awkwardly starts to rock her gently back and forth, rubbing circles into the base of what passes as her neck. The closest thing to a crying baby Pokemon he's dealt with is his crying godson, so he's just trying to do what the mother of his godson told him to do with crying children. Despite the fact he is clearly out of his element, Flora seems to be calming down a little bit.
Nonetheless, he looks at Fluttershy pleadingly. Help. He has no idea what to do.]
Private Video
Wait, she's been eating my dreams?
[...
...
JESUS.
NO WONDER SHE'S SICK.]
I, well, my dreams aren't--
[Fuck.
Give him a sec, he's slapping a goddamn filter on.]
I am staying with another human. [Her dreams really aren't any better, though.] And those dreams--they've sort of been around for a while? They're not going to get any better. Maybe when we get to Violet City, we can find someone else to trav--
[But then Flora cuts him off, making a sad wailing noise.] No other dreams! No other dreams! I want him to forget the ones he has! [Reid flinches even though he has no idea what she's saying, and he starts doing what he's been periodically doing since Flora hatched.
He glances around nervously, like someone more suited will come down and save him, and he awkwardly starts to rock her gently back and forth, rubbing circles into the base of what passes as her neck. The closest thing to a crying baby Pokemon he's dealt with is his crying godson, so he's just trying to do what the mother of his godson told him to do with crying children. Despite the fact he is clearly out of his element, Flora seems to be calming down a little bit.
Nonetheless, he looks at Fluttershy pleadingly. Help. He has no idea what to do.]