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Winstrate Area X Evening X (2)
Winstrate Area X Evening X (2)
Veir hums to himself softly, following the remembered tune as he taps his bone club against his leg in time to the beat. The flute music is sharp and hissing, the Weavile's lack of a tongue preventing him from playing the instrument as beautifully as he had before but just the faintest hints of a pattern within the mess of sounds was enough to make the little Cubone feel nostalgic.
"Oh, Zhen look!" The ground type points one end of bone towards the shape of the human dwelling curiously.
He looks up at the Weavile, Zhen's blank red eye focusing on the building up ahead as he continues to play.
The Cubone waits for a few moments to see if Zhen is going to reply before he turns back to the house and shields his eyes with one hand.
"Think they're friendly?" He asks casually.
Zhen lowers his pipe, the disjointed sound ceasing as he looks at the building.
Veir reaches up and takes his hooked claws in hand, stowing the bone halves in his leather satchel before he steps closer.
Zhen's clawed hands fall still, feeling the Cubone's tiny hand in his own but no longer knowing what to do with it.
His one red eye follows Veir's path compulsively as he follows close to the small Ground Type.
He knows that there are other pokemon inside the building, his sensitive nose causing him to register them as potential meals.
The Dark Type twitches and moves into a more battle orientated position, his muscles tensing as he prepare to defend Veir from attack.
The Weavile's claws twitch, causing Veir to look up at him.
Zhen's bandaged face is completely blank as usual as he steps into the building.
