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In retrospect, Cedric should've probably kept Warden in his ball. Letting a curious, untrained puppy roam free in a place full of people, scents and food wasn't... the [i]best [/i]idea he'd ever had, exactly. But considering Warden was meant to be a companion Pokémon for the home, there'd never been a need to recall him, and so Cedric had not. 

[i]Damnit,[/i] if something happened to the pup, Cedric would never forgive his idiot of an uncle. This was all [i]his [/i]fault for asking him to come all this way for-- for [i]what[/i], he still didn't know. At least Warden hadn't ran off too far; Cedric could hear him barking over the noise of the crowd. It was joined by another bark, one he didn't recognize. Great.

Cedric pushed past people faster, one leg still ablaze with pain, gait uneven and unsteady. Soon enough, he realized he was swimming against the current; people were quickly distancing themselves from the stage, and after a few more steps, Cedric understood why. A pungent smell assaulted his senses, and he nearly gagged. 

A white-haired man of about his height stood in the way, so Cedric elbowed him to get past, only to catch the strangest sight he'd seen in a while. The performer, draped in extravagant clothes and colours, was yelling at some girl to... put away what seemed to be... thrash? [i]Why [/i]the girl was attending a fair with a[i] literal trash bag[/i], Cedric didn't know and didn't [i]really [/i]care, because he'd finally found what he came for!

Warden had let out a surprised yelp upon being bitten, and had wasted no time trying to return the favour. It had tried to tackle the Snubbul into a rough play-fight, barking, biting and growling all the while.

[color=#269788]"Warden, you can't---"[/color] Cedric was about to scold the Growltihe, when he realized neither was [i]actually [/i]trying to kill the other - or at least, he was pretty sure they weren't. Hopefully. So, his concerned expression turned to a grin, and his call to quit turned into a-- [color=#269788]"Can't let that thing [i]win![/i] C'mon, you got this, we take these!"[/color]

One of his hands curled into a fist, the other was used to lean against whoever happened to stand closest for support. The trash bag still smelled. 

This was a weird-ass day.[/color]