[Walter will never stop being a little alarmed at the sheer domesticity of Cecil's house. He's absolutely not complaining about the amount of food and general aura of cheer that was involved today...but when the Gyarados get involved, he has to excuse himself for a while.
He hits the streets with his Houndoom at his heels and his Vulpix bundled up in the front of his coat, its nose sticking out from under his scarf. Pragmatist though he may be, Walter has to admit the day's atmosphere is really quite pleasant - the colored lights and cheery blend of Celadon BGM and music from stores turn the snow from a nuisance into something almost charming, and with a small fox keeping him warm, he can really stop to appreciate the way winter looks.
Or, at least, he can appreciate it when he's not trying to keep Orthrus in line; the dog seems entertained by everything today, melting his own little path along the sidewalk and stopping to yip at every splash of color they pass by. Including...
...Oh, wow, that's the guy. He'd seen him in that network post earlier, but didn't have anything to say about it. Walter had made a note to send him a thank-you after finding that gift, but...
...
...well, for now, he should probably get his dog off him.]
Hoy, Orthrus! [Walter grabs the Houndoom by the horns before he can disrupt the stall at all. The dog relents, circling Walter's feet tightly then flopping to the ground and rolling onto his back, his rump wiggling merrily.]
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He hits the streets with his Houndoom at his heels and his Vulpix bundled up in the front of his coat, its nose sticking out from under his scarf. Pragmatist though he may be, Walter has to admit the day's atmosphere is really quite pleasant - the colored lights and cheery blend of Celadon BGM and music from stores turn the snow from a nuisance into something almost charming, and with a small fox keeping him warm, he can really stop to appreciate the way winter looks.
Or, at least, he can appreciate it when he's not trying to keep Orthrus in line; the dog seems entertained by everything today, melting his own little path along the sidewalk and stopping to yip at every splash of color they pass by. Including...
...Oh, wow, that's the guy. He'd seen him in that network post earlier, but didn't have anything to say about it. Walter had made a note to send him a thank-you after finding that gift, but...
...
...well, for now, he should probably get his dog off him.]
Hoy, Orthrus! [Walter grabs the Houndoom by the horns before he can disrupt the stall at all. The dog relents, circling Walter's feet tightly then flopping to the ground and rolling onto his back, his rump wiggling merrily.]