#( ASDF poor Jolteon ;; )

[azurexalacrity]

Jolteon doesn't recognize the other creature as human NOR pokemon, which was the most frightening thing to him. Already on edge due to being in the city, his fur stands up in fear. "Stay back," he warns as he scatters backwards against a brick wall. The last thing he wanted to do was fight- "Don't touch!"

( @allnostalgic )

 A part of Sonic felt his heartstrings being violently tugged; so violently that his felt the strings attached to that organ wrench. It was like the strings that belonged to a puppet, but instead of a puppeteer playing, it was the hedgehog’s own heart and feelings that were stored within it. It… it could have broken his heart into two just by looking at the creature.

He can understand the small one’s terror, however. The feeling of seeing something that wasn’t seen before and how it could provoke such a flight kind of feeling. It was difficult to spur any ‘fight’ out of a ‘fight vs flight’ situation, especially if the individual is brimming with fright. Still, that doesn’t help the concern Sonic felt for this creature. This… Pokemon. That’s what these beings were called, right?

He rubbed the bottom of his nose with his index finger, hoping the small motion can hatch some sort of idea on what to do about this. Of course, he can simply leave the poor fellow alone, and that would be the end of it. He can easily pass by the pedestrians and would never have to bother the creature, but… that wasn’t in his nature to do such a thing. He… he can’t just leave the poor little guy here. It just doesn’t feel right to him no matter what could happen in the future.

Thus, instead of muttering an awkward “sorry” and heading further into the city, the otherworldly, blue alien stayed. Although, he kept one foot behind him, scooting a little away as to offer the other some space. Some space to think or to breathe or anything of that matter. He knew what suffocation felt like when everything was too close to him, too loud to him and he wouldn’t want the creature to feel that either.

He sank one of his hands into his pocket, the same kind of pocket that belonged to a coat he snagged from some store. He knew it wasn’t wise to do it, but he had to do something in order to survive; in order to disguise himself so that he wouldn’t cause any panic (and he miraculously failed that). He grabbed out a piece of bread; all toasted and still warm. He tore a piece off from it and crouched down towards the creature.

A smile of assurance and gentleness worked its way up to his lips, as to say that he means no harm. It may have been weird that he can talk to these creatures, but he wouldn’t dare hurt them.

“Hey… I won’t hurt you. I won’t touch you either.” He held out his palms for more assurance, right before offering the piece of bread. “Here… I dunno how you feel ‘bout offerings, but I bet you must be hungry.”

Maybe this could help, but then again, he has no clue. He just hoped that whatever he’s doing right now, it was enough to calm the poor thing down.