>>47589097>Ahead of Zoroark, you pushed the heavy metal door open.>You saw the inside for a fraction of a second.>Zoroark didn’t need to see it to know what to expect; the stench hit you both like a truck.“Nope.”
>No wonder the wild pokémon weren’t near these things.>”Could’ve told you that.”>Zoroark doubled over and growled, but regained her composure just as quick.>The dark-type pointed towards a red picnic table across the park.>In the shade and thankfully upwind from this disaster.>”Just… need to sit.”>A flock of birds tweeted overhead as you carried her over.>You couldn’t quite make out the species.>Leaning on you for support, she swung her legs over the bench and sat down.>She slumped over, her upper body rested atop the picnic table facing you.“How’s it feel?”
>”I dunno… I thought I was gonna hurl but now it’s cramps.”>”Like eating bad berries.”“Ugh, jeez… I’m sorry.”
>Zoroark shrugged, rubbing her belly.“Have you felt down the past few days?”
>She shook her head.>“Started right before we got in the car.”“Maybe we should see the doctor.”
>Another head shake.>Hell of a way to start your weekend vacation.>But you wouldn’t go anywhere with your friend like this.“You didn’t eat something off the ground again, did you?”
>The dark-type rolled her eyes.>”Wasting food is unwise.” She said.“Well… yeah, but I would’ve bought you another cone.”
>Zoroark huffed.>”It was perfectly fine.”“But it fell on the floor.”
“It was dirty and sticky.”
>”I’ve eaten food off the dirt all my life, you know.”>She snickered.>”When I was a zorua, my mouth was my only hand, if you get what I mean.”>”Whenever you gave me something back then I drooled all over it.”>”Put everything down if I had to adjust my bite.”>To emphasize her point, she opened her mouth wide and swished her long tongue around.“Eh…” You trailed off, thinking about all the things you did with her back then.
>It made sense.