Ground types, yeah. Although I think "rough around the edges" probably started about tattered letters in the mail, come to think of it... ah well... I'll make you laugh some other time.
[And Barett will lead, even if he's slow as anything. He puts Ninetales away and lets out his Deino to waddle with them, since Deino is a lot more comfortable with caves and digging and ground types.]
In that case, he'll duck down to its level and offer up his "hand" again- this time it's his forearm more than his hand- and he'll wait for this new weird Pokémon to approach him instead of the other way around.]
[It smells Silver, and moves closer to get a better whiff. It starts biting on Silver's arm, which is still fairly hard biting, but it's trying to be gentle and probably won't leave anything worse than some light bruising. Doesn't taste like prey and it's not being aggressive like a predator, so it just grumbles and "gums" on Silver's arm for a few minutes until Barett offers a tasty-smelling snack to distract it.]
They can bite your fingers off if you're not careful, but he's getting better about being gentle...
[Nope, Deino is totally familiar with taking food out of hands without biting! The dragon gobbles it up greedily, chomping loudly. But he also bends his head down to get pets.]
He's called a Deino. He's a dragon-and-dark type; they live in caves, usually. They like to eat.
My Deino is a lot gentler, even if he is still pretty dangerous if you're not paying attention. I asked him to come with me because he was the kind of Pokémon that really scared me...
[Aggressive, quickly so, and unpredictable. Barett was quite scared of such things, but being his father's son (and mother's son) he conquered his fears through keeping them close.]
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Where to next? [He's not red in the face anymore, but he still looks pretty flustered.
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[Heh
heh heh
jokes about rocks/minerals/gemstones]
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??]
What's his specialty? [Rough around the edges, tunnel...] Rock?
...Ground? [He's perking up at the latter possibility-]
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Yeah, some other time.
Can we meet him? [Please and thank you and yes]
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[And Barett will lead, even if he's slow as anything. He puts Ninetales away and lets out his Deino to waddle with them, since Deino is a lot more comfortable with caves and digging and ground types.]
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What's that Pokémon you just let out, Barett?
He pulls out his Pokédex only to hear a nice big No data available. Thank you, Pokédex.
It sounds quadrupedal, and it's a little shorter than a Sneasel in height...
Would it be okay if he offered it his hand?]
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[Barett rarely has swift reaction time, but he grabs Silver's hand just as the Deino snaps at it.
He doesn't care if he freaks Silver out and gets him mad he just saved your fingers, yo]
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But he's pretty calm and casual about it.]
Is it not very friendly? [Boy why you tryin' to bite me]
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He's blind, so if something comes too quickly at his face, he'll bite it. Sorry.
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In that case, he'll duck down to its level and offer up his "hand" again- this time it's his forearm more than his hand- and he'll wait for this new weird Pokémon to approach him instead of the other way around.]
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They can bite your fingers off if you're not careful, but he's getting better about being gentle...
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[The biting hurts, yes, but he hardly flinches and lets it get a feel for him without a complaint.]
I can't see either, buddy. Maybe we can get along.
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[He'll place some jerky in Silver's hand, which immediately gets Deino's attention. The chubby little greedy dragon...]
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He slowly offers over the food with his palm flat and angled; no resistance here. No need to gnaw on him. Right?]
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He's called a Deino. He's a dragon-and-dark type; they live in caves, usually. They like to eat.
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[Sorry Deino, he kind of has to get his hand in your face to feel his way up to your head. At least he's soft about it.
Pet pet! A Dark/Dragon type...
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[His lack of coordination was just plain embarrassing god damn]
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[Aggressive, quickly so, and unpredictable. Barett was quite scared of such things, but being his father's son (and mother's son) he conquered his fears through keeping them close.]
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[Nevermind the fact that he just agreed to come with you, which is pretty cool on its own]
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