>>50543298“A… uh… How do I describe this? A list. In a computer.”
“Trainers are registered, and so are their pokémon.”
>”Meaning… What…” Zoroark probed.>The gears were turning in her head.>She figured it out. But she needed you to spell it out and confirm it.“If a pokémon gets loose and causes… problems…”
>You let the word linger.“The police will know exactly who was irresponsible enough to let the thing out.”
“They will know if the trainer, or the pokémon, has a history of doing this.
“They will know their address.”
“They will visit that address.”
“And they will do what they have to, to keep the peace.”
“Be it through a high fine… or something more…”
>Zoroark brought a hand to her chin, rubbing her claws through her cheek fur in contemplation.“You and I both have IDs.”
“And, correct me if I’m wrong here, maybe your siblings were caught, but last I checked there wasn’t a single other person in this city living with a zoroark.”
“It would be a cinch.”
>You snapped your fingers for emphasis.“They catch you doing something and they might… take you…”
“And, uh…”
>Without realizing it, your emotions bubbled up.>It was hard to keep a straight face.“That…” You said, your voice cracking.
“I don’t want to think about that.”
>Zoroark shook her head up and down.“Now…” You sniffled, getting your feelings back under control.
>You didn’t give her a chance to answer the original question.“Why?”
>Zoroark, her confidence back, stood up and hugged you.>”You won’t be mad?” She asked.>You pat her back, and rubbed it in circles through her crimson hair.“Wha- No. Nono, of course not.” You answered.
>”Mum and dad need food.”>You drew in a long breath.>”They can’t move or…”>”Do anything like they used to…”>”It’s my job. Me and my siblings.”>You nodded and kissed your girl on the forehead.>God knows you’d be in that position with your own parents sooner than you’d like.>You almost scolded her for not telling you, but you’re sure she had her reasons. 