"That doesn't sound entirely bad," Trevor said to Clarence with amusement, but also a touch of envy. He still hadn't fully adjusted to the heat here and while he was loathed to admit it, he missed the cold from back home. Not that he wanted it cold necessarily, but why couldn't there be a comfortable balance!?
As Trevor noticed the red eyes appear in the darkness, he paled and took a step back. His right hand moved slowly and stealthily to where his whip normally sat on his hip. It was only when his hand came up empty, the whip currently away in the closet with the rest of his belongings, that he realized what he was doing.
If You Lot had been on him, they would have heard the mantra that Trevor had repeated to himself when the first met. Swallowing he forced himself to school his facial features and look away from the Pokemon hiding in Clarence's shadow. "Apples," he said in a mumble and a nod. "I'm sure we have apples. I'll uh... I'll just get those."
It wasn't fear that caused Trevor to flee leave the room. He actually wasn't able to describe what he was feeling, but he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if he'd have had his whip, he would have struck out before he'd even realized the action was taking place. How many times had that quick reaction to red eyes appearing in the dark had save his life. Now he would have caused injury to a playful but otherwise innocent creature. This realization is what caused him to leave the room. Part of him berating himself for the automatic reaction, while another part worried what would happen when he returned home and hesitated.
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Date: 2021-11-10 01:11 am (UTC)As Trevor noticed the red eyes appear in the darkness, he paled and took a step back. His right hand moved slowly and stealthily to where his whip normally sat on his hip. It was only when his hand came up empty, the whip currently away in the closet with the rest of his belongings, that he realized what he was doing.
If You Lot had been on him, they would have heard the mantra that Trevor had repeated to himself when the first met. Swallowing he forced himself to school his facial features and look away from the Pokemon hiding in Clarence's shadow. "Apples," he said in a mumble and a nod. "I'm sure we have apples. I'll uh... I'll just get those."
It wasn't fear that caused Trevor to
fleeleave the room. He actually wasn't able to describe what he was feeling, but he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if he'd have had his whip, he would have struck out before he'd even realized the action was taking place. How many times had that quick reaction to red eyes appearing in the dark had save his life. Now he would have caused injury to a playful but otherwise innocent creature. This realization is what caused him to leave the room. Part of him berating himself for the automatic reaction, while another part worried what would happen when he returned home and hesitated.