Emotional Support Pet Get! Even before she leaves parcel pick up, there is a small (two foot tall!) plant? creature? planture? in Eva's arms, and she doesn't seem at all keen on letting the thing go at all. Not that the mass of living vines(?!) seems to mind, given how sleepy tired it is.
Then again, it's old. Very old, given the faded colour of the vines, and greying fur around its snout and eyes, and Eva certainly treats the pokemon (it is one, as there's yet another 'ball on her belt (where the rest of her pokemon are currently tucked away)) like it's something to be careful with. Something that means a lot to her. The tangela for the most part, just blinks sleepily at the world, vines sometimes shaking or extending curiously towards those around. Or sometimes snores as it sleeps, as if it's used to being carted around like a living teddy-bear by its owner as Eva traverses the train, stopping to chat with near everyone who even looks remotely interested.
"Oh? Her?" A nod at the pokemon in her arms- and then Eva grins, honest and happy. "This is Skeeta. She's my pet."
Greenhouse- or old lady tangela just wants to sleep (or say hi?). Much, much later, when Eva's talked enough ears off about the tangela, she and Princess follow Skeeta's Quest-For-The-Perfect-Soil-Patch-To-SleepTM.
That mostly, it involves a lot of stopping to nibble leaf litter, or nose at plants curiously, or snack on the berries Eva's planted while the trainer tries to harvest some (it's mostly a lost cause because somehow the vines grow and shrink and act as extra 'limbs?'). Or, you know, flop down right there because the bright lights here are Nice, thank you very much.
Or maybe Skeeta's wondered up to say hello to you with a small snuff and somewhat unnerving(?!) shake of vines before she noses at shoelaces. Or just feet if no shoes are worn.
Eva | OTA
Even before she leaves parcel pick up, there is a small (two foot tall!) plant? creature? planture? in Eva's arms, and she doesn't seem at all keen on letting the thing go at all. Not that the mass of living vines(?!) seems to mind, given how sleepy tired it is.
Then again, it's old. Very old, given the faded colour of the vines, and greying fur around its snout and eyes, and Eva certainly treats the pokemon (it is one, as there's yet another 'ball on her belt (where the rest of her pokemon are currently tucked away)) like it's something to be careful with. Something that means a lot to her. The tangela for the most part, just blinks sleepily at the world, vines sometimes shaking or extending curiously towards those around. Or sometimes snores as it sleeps, as if it's used to being carted around like a living teddy-bear by its owner as Eva traverses the train, stopping to chat with near everyone who even looks remotely interested.
"Oh? Her?" A nod at the pokemon in her arms- and then Eva grins, honest and happy. "This is Skeeta. She's my pet."
Greenhouse- or old lady tangela just wants to sleep (or say hi?).
Much, much later, when Eva's talked enough ears off about the tangela, she and Princess follow Skeeta's Quest-For-The-Perfect-Soil-Patch-To-SleepTM.
That mostly, it involves a lot of stopping to nibble leaf litter, or nose at plants curiously, or snack on the berries Eva's planted while the trainer tries to harvest some (it's mostly a lost cause because somehow the vines grow and shrink and act as extra 'limbs?'). Or, you know, flop down right there because the bright lights here are Nice, thank you very much.
Or maybe Skeeta's wondered up to say hello to you with a small snuff and somewhat unnerving(?!) shake of vines before she noses at shoelaces. Or just feet if no shoes are worn.