>>58130213>Zoroark rubbed his temples, momentarily stopping the buttoning and unbuttoning.“Did he change too?”
>He waved his arms for emphasis.>”It doesn’t make sense.”>”This isn’t rational, okay!?”>He paused, muttering to himself while again looking anywhere but at you.“Us being pokémon? No, it doesn’t make sense.”
>Zoroark went back to his shirt.>”He’s better’n me. Better at pretending, okay?” >”H-He looks like me but smaller, and he’s got a li’l tuft of a tail now.”>”Zorua, you see, you know…”>”You know?” He asked, unsure if you knew what his son would look like.“Same colors as you, but on four legs, yeah?” You asked back.
>The kitsune nodded furiously. >”Aw, thank Christ… Did you play the games?”>You nodded.“You?”
>”Never. Simulators was all I touched. Never much of a game guy.”>”Harry did though…” Zoroark trailed off.>Zoroark shook his head. His long, red mane slowly followed suit.“When did it happen to you?”
>”29th. Same day it happened to Harry.”>”Just… Woke up like this.” Zoroark stated, looking at his claws.“27th for me. Same deal. Happened while I slept.”
>You really were one of the first.>Maybe the first.>You thought a moment, and spoke again.“Tell the police?”
>Zoroark raised an eyebrow and glared at you.>”Really?”>”C’mon, hell was I supposed to tell them?”“Point taken.” You acquiesced, holding your paws up.
>Zoroark rubbed his frustrated brow. >”Doesn’t make a lick of sense…” “I’m with you there.”
>”No, no, it’s...”>”I’m still me, okay?”>”I remembered my job, I know my formulas, I can still design blueprints…”>In the blink of an eye, he was human again.>He held a toolbox, wore the same button-up shirt plastered with the company’s logo, and had a hard hat atop his head.>His face was… blurry.>Without thinking you cringed and backed away involuntarily. >You weren’t sure if he knew how inhuman the face was. 