[color=Green][b]“It’s... medicinal. I have a condition.”[/b][/color] Harland lied. [color=Green][b]“I fell into some Muk when I was younger, and I’ve been having liver and kidney issues ever since. And sometimes my eyes bleed, or my bones glow.”[/b][/color]

The second part was somewhat less untrue, but the only issue he’d had after the Muk pit incident was the occasional recollection of the smell.

After a brief moment of considering making a run for it, Harland instead approached and picked up one of the haphazardly arranged pokéballs at random - deciding that the buzzkill would have nothing concrete to charge him with. He was only joking (wink wink) after all.

Sparing a glance over to the enthusiastic couple in the corner, Harland wondered if this might all have been Charcoal’s ploy to offload some of his Zigzagoon.

Nodding at the sour-faced professor casually, Harland fumbled with his ball for a moment before releasing the crearure contained within.

[color=green][b]“What is that?”[/b][/color] He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

The pokémon that stood before him was predominantly a sort of faded yellow color, with a fairly wide round head, exposed teeth, and a somewhat vacant expression. A single red scale sprouted from it’s head, and it seemed to be holding up a baggy pair of yellow pants. Harland immediately felt a sense of kinship with it, as he too had struggled with his taste in baggy clothes before he found a belt for his pants.

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