[he does, because he wants to show off his perfect child.]
I know the type. Back home you'd have Surskits and Mudkips runnin' around stuff like that. Both of 'em are great with kids, too. Even the wild ones.
[when they get there, archie stands at the edge of it, taking a good few minutes to make sure it's safe enough. no sharp stuff, looks just about deep enough. fuck it, he'll just wade in and make sure sharpedo stays safe personally. he carefully steps into the creek, not really caring about the mud or getting his trousers wet. when he gets about a third in, he releases sharpedo into the deepest part he can see. it forms out the pokéball with a splash and a happy little shaaaarrpedo.]
There it is! [archie says happily. crobat lands next to the doctor and watches from the shore, chittering.] Hey, pal. Sorry I ain't been able to get you out and about as much. I know you get lonely. [he crouches down into the water (anything for his precious child) and rubs the shark along its back. its red eyes follow him, but it seems happy enough.] What do you think, eh? You know, people have the gall to call these guys the trash of the ocean. I think they just ain't got the will to handle the energetic water types. Sharpedos ain't ever done anything than try to survive.
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I know the type. Back home you'd have Surskits and Mudkips runnin' around stuff like that. Both of 'em are great with kids, too. Even the wild ones.
[when they get there, archie stands at the edge of it, taking a good few minutes to make sure it's safe enough. no sharp stuff, looks just about deep enough. fuck it, he'll just wade in and make sure sharpedo stays safe personally. he carefully steps into the creek, not really caring about the mud or getting his trousers wet. when he gets about a third in, he releases sharpedo into the deepest part he can see. it forms out the pokéball with a splash and a happy little shaaaarrpedo.]
There it is! [archie says happily. crobat lands next to the doctor and watches from the shore, chittering.] Hey, pal. Sorry I ain't been able to get you out and about as much. I know you get lonely. [he crouches down into the water (anything for his precious child) and rubs the shark along its back. its red eyes follow him, but it seems happy enough.] What do you think, eh? You know, people have the gall to call these guys the trash of the ocean. I think they just ain't got the will to handle the energetic water types. Sharpedos ain't ever done anything than try to survive.