[ a little before they finally got back, adrien had allowed the transformation to fade away. his body feels bruised and he feels exhausted—needless to say, plagg was the same (his current position: napping in adrien's pocket). he'd already admitted he was adrien in front of steven's pokémon in the heat of the moment, so... there really wasn't any harm releasing the transformation in front of them.
well, now they were gone, and he was left with skarmory. that bow of the head gets a nudging of some kind of feeling underneath his slightly frazzled mental state, as he thinks about everything that happened. steven... and that alien... and...
think about that later. for skarmory, he pieces together a weak smile. ]
Skarmory. [ ah. ] ... You're staying?
[ he'd be more amazed at the fact that skarmory trusts him this much if it hadn't been on the wake of steven's death. ]
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well, now they were gone, and he was left with skarmory. that bow of the head gets a nudging of some kind of feeling underneath his slightly frazzled mental state, as he thinks about everything that happened. steven... and that alien... and...
think about that later. for skarmory, he pieces together a weak smile. ]
Skarmory. [ ah. ] ... You're staying?
[ he'd be more amazed at the fact that skarmory trusts him this much if it hadn't been on the wake of steven's death. ]