Post by Thomas Gaite on Nov 19, 2014 16:01:52 GMT
The walk from Oak's lab to the gate that marked the exit of the small town and the beginning of stepping into the relative wild of the route beyond was a short one, though it took Thomas several minutes too long for Arthur's fading patience to stump his way along and reach it. By the time he arrived at the beginnings of the thicker, untamed grass that bordered the starting edges of the route, the little Squirtle was awaiting him there, a stick it had procured from somewhere perched on its shoulder rather awkwardly -- it's arms just didn't want to bend right to properly lay it smoothly, thanks to its shell, but the little guy was putting up a game effort regardless -- and wearing an expression of patience that had run out.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The stick on the little blue turtle's shoulder thwacked lazily against his shell. "Squiiiiiirtle. Squirtle, squirt squirtle!"
Thomas came to a halt a pace or two away from his partner, and stared down at him. His expression was full of faked accusation and anger, but the slight curl at the corners of his mouth that might have been the beginning of a smile betrayed his true thoughts. He just couldn't stay mad at the little guy. "I'll try and be a little quicker."
The little turtle looked doubtful, but just rolled his eyes with a sigh, heaving an exasperated "Squiiiiiirtle..." But he straightened up almost immediately afterward, and instead of swaggering off ahead to leave Thomas to keep up as best he could, he simply waited, thwacking his procured stick on his shell. It took Thomas a moment to realize that Arthur was waiting on him to lead the way this time. Out in the wilderness, he wasn't about to go running off, it looked like.
"Right." The faint smile died from his features, and the signature barely-there scowl of concentration that was his usual expression returned. He lazily dropped his free hand into a pocket of his coat, drummed the fingers of his opposite hand on the handle of his cane, and set off away from the town. Arthur, for his part, benevolently kept his pace slow and more or less matched Thomas's speed as he strutted along at his new trainer's side.
What an odd pair they must have looked.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The stick on the little blue turtle's shoulder thwacked lazily against his shell. "Squiiiiiirtle. Squirtle, squirt squirtle!"
Thomas came to a halt a pace or two away from his partner, and stared down at him. His expression was full of faked accusation and anger, but the slight curl at the corners of his mouth that might have been the beginning of a smile betrayed his true thoughts. He just couldn't stay mad at the little guy. "I'll try and be a little quicker."
The little turtle looked doubtful, but just rolled his eyes with a sigh, heaving an exasperated "Squiiiiiirtle..." But he straightened up almost immediately afterward, and instead of swaggering off ahead to leave Thomas to keep up as best he could, he simply waited, thwacking his procured stick on his shell. It took Thomas a moment to realize that Arthur was waiting on him to lead the way this time. Out in the wilderness, he wasn't about to go running off, it looked like.
"Right." The faint smile died from his features, and the signature barely-there scowl of concentration that was his usual expression returned. He lazily dropped his free hand into a pocket of his coat, drummed the fingers of his opposite hand on the handle of his cane, and set off away from the town. Arthur, for his part, benevolently kept his pace slow and more or less matched Thomas's speed as he strutted along at his new trainer's side.
What an odd pair they must have looked.