Top floor of the lighthouse, early morning
Staccato stopped his chirping, and hopped next to Faux, peering down the ladder which Faux was speaking towards. The Chatot dismissed the heat coming off of the fire fox beside him, and looked at the Absol whom was returning the gazes. Staccato attempted to smell the death, but he knew that few flying Pokemon had an amazing sense of smell, and he was one of the many with limited. The Music Note Pokemon glanced back to the Absol down the hole, and depended on his eyes to see if it was infected. Nothing hanging off, the eyes look pretty alive, and I could certainly see muscles under that fur. Staccato ruffled his feathers. He still couldn't see how Pokemon could live underneath the sun and rain with fur dragging them down! Feathers were much more easier to lift around.
The Chatot blinked. Such an off-topic thought could be discussed later. He turned to Faux. "Name's Staccato, by the way. It seemed like you were talking to a pair of two," he whispered to the Vulpix, before craning his neck to the Absol and shouting down the ladder. "You're a living breathing one, aren't you? Is there anyone else?" Staccato faced the Fox Pokemon, and lifted his wings in feigned innocence. "Hey, lighten up. Better to be grouped alive and separated dead, right?" The Chatot lowered his blue-and-yellow wings, sighing slightly. Faux's hypervigilance- her weird caution with the area around her- created the sense that she didn't trust any of the living Pokemon around her. Staccato huffed. Hypevigilance my... oh whatever, my ass!
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