#i dont remember how i tagged everything heeelllppp

[newbarkboiii]

The hue doesn't change when lifted but Ethan can see further details masked by the shirt. Leaning in closer, the medium takes note of how deep it is, the fact it looks like it's been both entered and exited out of, and the still present connection it seemed to have with the cause.

" Well I might be able to do something, but not if you're gonna have an attitude about it and ignore it. Just be careful with interacting with whatever caused that."

He supposed he can't blame Green for being dodgy. It's not exactly easy to speak about these things, especially with a stranger.

"Not floating well... If it having any other symptoms? Do you have the pokemon with you right now?"

That glare strikes him in a way he didn't expect, making his neck prickle with a shameful familiarity. It was the same look skeptics always gave him when he knew something he shouldn't behave, something no one could ever possibly know. It's Ethan's turn to glare now, face scrunching up in a way he does Not hide very well.

It then relaxes in a cooly dull expression, tilting his head and crossing his arms to coping Green's previous pose. "I know about it because I'm looking right at it. I wasn't playing around when I told you I was a psychic. It's right there. The purple, right?"

Ethan points, right where Green's hand is, the soft glow as he gets agitated slipping between his fingers. Ethan isn't looking at Green anymore, instead he's looking right at the scar as if Green's hand was never there.