Upon closer inspection, this Eevee was in terrible shape. The fearful demeanor
they displayed was bad enough without the matted way the fur stuck out.
Green frowned. It wasn’t a new thing; the mistreatment of Eevees. It was
why he made the sanctuary for them after all. Maybe he could help this one too.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” To prove his point, he unhooked his belt and
place it, along with his pokeballs and tools, off to the side. Instead, his hands
went for his bag and pulled out a bag of Pokepuffs, tossing it in front of
him to the poor little Eevee.
“You’ve been through a lot, huh?” Green sat back to allow the pokemon some
space. “I’ve got an eevee friend too. She’s an Umbreon now, of course.
But maybe I could help you out.”
Upon seeing the Pokepuff, he was ready to dive forward, with the full intent to snatch it up and run. However, the small eevee hesitated, ears perking up at the mention of his own companion. Green used the word ‘friend’, one he wasn’t too sure he’d ever heard someone call their pokemon before -- not any of the trainers he’d run into anyway, and certainly not his own.
“Eevee?” He was curious, glancing between the trainer to his discarded pokeballs, not at all sure if he could trust his words.
Food came first however, as the hungry pokemon slowly leaned forward, eyes trained on Green as he took a small bite of the pokepuff. The sweet taste of the icing brought him closer, and finally his focus had left Green all-together, chowing down as though he hadn’t eaten in quite some time.
