[Well, at the very least he catches the flying white thing through his peripheral vision; he's not quick enough to dodge it, but at the very least he manages to throw one of his arms up quickly enough to block it. He's mildly agitated for a moment, his first thought being that it was thrown by some upstart of a child, but his gaze soon falls on the pair of Pokémon having it out in the snow.
The sound of the voice soon draws his attention away from the little scene in front of him; oh, well! He recognizes this one, though he hasn't met her in person before.]
Ah, are these yours?
[His tone is more amused than anything, really, though he isn't being mocking.]
[Action works fine for me!]
The sound of the voice soon draws his attention away from the little scene in front of him; oh, well! He recognizes this one, though he hasn't met her in person before.]
Ah, are these yours?
[His tone is more amused than anything, really, though he isn't being mocking.]