[ Jolteon's wary of the invitation, and the pokémon isn't going to so easily move, especially not after his trainer's obvious irritation. He watches Red, but eventually turns his head in a sign of refusal. Like trainer like pokémon.
And Green, he isn't even looking in Red's direction, focusing back on Machamp and his work. Trying to anyway, but he feels tired, exhausted -- more so than he did before. Did he always feel this bad? Getting mad at Red probably didn't help. That guy sure knew how to be draining. Hmph.
He exhales deeply, hanging his head when and resting his eyes. Just briefly anyway, for a short moment, before grabbing for Arcanine's ball on his belt. At least these balls were fine... hopefully the other too in the damaged balls were okay as well.
Green points it towards the canine and a beam of light strikes out and covers over the entire body, absorbing it away inside the ball. There. He could get some rest. ]
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And Green, he isn't even looking in Red's direction, focusing back on Machamp and his work. Trying to anyway, but he feels tired, exhausted -- more so than he did before. Did he always feel this bad? Getting mad at Red probably didn't help. That guy sure knew how to be draining. Hmph.
He exhales deeply, hanging his head when and resting his eyes. Just briefly anyway, for a short moment, before grabbing for Arcanine's ball on his belt. At least these balls were fine... hopefully the other too in the damaged balls were okay as well.
Green points it towards the canine and a beam of light strikes out and covers over the entire body, absorbing it away inside the ball. There. He could get some rest. ]