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>”No! No, no, nonononoooooo, I need you, okay? I need your help.”
>”T-That, that’s why I’m here, okay?”
>You could hear Zoroark’s heart pounding.
>He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
>”Y-You. Are. Terrifying. Okay?” He stammered.
>Letting go of his hair, he went to buttoning, and unbuttoning, his dress shirt.
>”I knew you could do that.”
>”I knew you could see through and it still, just…”
>You crossed your arms and listened, figuring it would be best not to interrupt.
>”I, I… okay, look.”
>”P-Promise… Promise not to kill me!?”
>Your eyes widened.
>It was one thing to hear, ‘so-and-so is going to kill me’.
>That’s hyperbole. It’s obvious exaggeration.
>He actually thought you might.
>And begged with shaky, cracking voice for you not to.
>You put your left paw over your heart, left and below your chest spike.
>You raised your right.
“I promise not to kill you.”
>Zoroark once again let out a long sigh, even smiling a moment.
>”One mo-more thing, okay?” Zoroark asked, holding up a single claw.
“Sure.” You nodded.
>”Can…. You…”
>Even he realized how odd a request it was.
>”Sit?”
>You blinked.
>And looked around.
>This had to be a trick, right?
>Was something going to come flying at you?
>You didn’t sense anyone else.
>Were you getting punked?
>Was this something for the internet?
“No.”
>Zoroark unbuttoned faster.
>”Oh… kay.”
>”I understand.” He nodded furiously. “I’d just, you know, feel…”
>He didn’t bother explaining.
>He inhaled deep, preparing himself.
>For the briefest moment he made eye contact.
>He waved his arms for emphasis.
>”It doesn’t make sense.”
>”This isn’t rational, okay?”
>He paused, muttering to himself while again looking anywhere but at you.
“Us being pokémon? No, it doesn’t make sense.”
>”I hate you.” Zoroark stated.