Snippet #1626199

Derek sighed as he watched the Magby descend from the tree, Sor finally managing to talk the mon down. Good, any longer and he could have gotten hurt. He thought to himself, smiling as it cautiously began walking towards him and Jet. He turned to look at Jet, who surprised him with a look of anger. This confused him, until he remembered what his Dad mentioned early. “Did he wake you?” Derek asked his partner, low enough that only the bird perched on his shoulder could hear. All he got was a flap of wings and a frustrated “Pidg!” in response. “Well it was an accident, so just forgive him.” He continued, still whispering. “Pidg, Piii, Pidgey!” Jet answered. “Look. These are our new friends, so you can’t hurt them.” He whispered sternly back to his Pokemon. The Flying-type stood silent for a few seconds before releasing a defeated “Pidg.” Smiling in triumph, he noticed that the small Fire-type had gotten closer, so he knelt down so that it could reach Jet, seeing that that was what he aiming for.

Minutes passed as the Magby slowly reached out, Derek chuckling as they did. Jet, not so much so. He was growingly getting more agitated with each passing second. When the timer hit the five-minute mark, the hasty Pokemon couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned his body forward until the two made contact. Luckily, Magby didn’t notice this, or it probably would have ran back up the tree. “See? Nothing to fear.” Derek told the nervous Pokemon. Why don't the two play together for a bit? Get to know each other. He heard Sorence say from above him. “Yeah, that seems like a good idea. Jet?” He said looking back at his partner. Flapping his wings, glad to finally get the chance to start moving, Jet brought himself airborne and floated over to a patch grass. He stopped, hovering for a few, while looking back at the Magby, as if to tell him to follow. The mon. wanting to play and make a new friend started to run after the soaring Pidgey. As the two distanced themselves from their trainers, Derek stood back up. Realising he had some dust still left on the seat of his pants, he dusted himself off before picking up his skateboard from the ground. “So have you named you starter, or are just calling him ‘Magby’?” He asked Sor with a face of curiosity.