[Well...! That's actually true. Huh. Who would have thought?]
What type is it? [It's red so... Fire-type? But how can a fox be a Fire-type, that doesn't make any sense...]
Oh? No, he's not. He was rather fond of riding on my shoulder prior to his evolution. [Archer half-turns to address the bat.] You're far too heavy for that now, you know. I can't carry you around anymore, so I suggest you get used to it.
[That earns a displeased noise from the bat, who turns away and continues sulking. Archer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to Kimblee.] Honestly. If he wasn't nearly my height and didn't weigh so damn much, I'd be perfectly fine with letting him rest on my shoulder.
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What type is it? [It's red so... Fire-type? But how can a fox be a Fire-type, that doesn't make any sense...]
Oh? No, he's not. He was rather fond of riding on my shoulder prior to his evolution. [Archer half-turns to address the bat.] You're far too heavy for that now, you know. I can't carry you around anymore, so I suggest you get used to it.
[That earns a displeased noise from the bat, who turns away and continues sulking. Archer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to Kimblee.] Honestly. If he wasn't nearly my height and didn't weigh so damn much, I'd be perfectly fine with letting him rest on my shoulder.