[color=gray][right][h1][color=456aa6]Ayana & Arlo[/color][/h1][color=456aa6]Mentions:[/color] Yes.
[color=456aa6]Location:[/color] MS Marlow - Main Deck[/right][hr][hr]
[indent]Arlo sipped from a little umbrella straw as people and Pokémon skittered to and about, most paying him no mind as they went about their preparations for departure. His eyes followed a short red-haired girl as she strolled right in front of him, seemingly enthralled by something or the other, but his own attention was grabbed by a sudden nudging against his hip, followed by the lilting metallic tone of a Pokéball as a small, dark Pokémon landed in Arlo's lap.

[color=618bcf]"Oh- hey there, Mishy! You sleep well?"[/color] He greeted the small 'mon with a few headpats.

[color=c1cdcd]"Zor!"[/color]

Arlo nodded in response with a short smile and continued sipping his fruity drink, offering a couple sips to the Pokémon on his lap.
Eventually, his bright blue eyes wandered back over to his sister - and it seemed a small crowd had gathered between them. A light flickered in his brain for a moment before his telltale smile widened once again. [color=618bcf][i]Perfect[/i][/color], he thought.
His eyes drifted over to the figure of a large Machamp wearing...a butler outfit? His eyebrow nudged upwards in intrigue, but he soon opted to ignore the get-up and focus on what the Pokémon was gesturing towards - which turned out to be who he assumed was its trainer awaiting its return on the upper deck.

[color=618bcf]"Looks like the group's getting pretty full.."[/color] He noted to himself. [color=618bcf]"..I'd better hurry then!"[/color]
With that he hopped off of his stool before offering an appreciative nod to the bartender, and strolling the short way over to the group, the small Zorua prancing along behind him.

He slowed as he came up to them, but didn't wait long to budge his way into the conversation. [color=618bcf]"Ooh, looks like the big guy there wants some partners for his trainer. Mind if I join ya? I'm [i]quite[/i] the survivalist, some would say."[/color]
A small skeptical [color=c1cdcd]"Zor..?"[/color] was stifled with a small nudge from Arlo's foot.

Meanwhile, Ayana stood up from her position folded over the railing a little bit aways, a nasty taste in her mouth drawing out a queasy [color=456aa6]"Blech.."[/color]
She sluggishly turned around to survey her surroundings for the first time in 10 minutes or so, only to see a little.. [i]what[/i] even was that? Some sort of short, scruffy Pokémon digging through one of their bags, pawing through a couple Pokéballs and some Pokémon food.

[color=456aa6]"Hey! Stop that-"[/color] She started, stepping towards it and stooping down to shoo it away. [color=456aa6]"-that's not yours."[/color] She kept a little bit of distance as she wasn't sure of its temperament, but she mustered as much firmness as her queasy state allowed to shoo it off.
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