Vianca was not going to stand for these sorts of shenanigans. She hadn't seen the transformation, so she did not know that Silver was the hyperactive yellow puppy thing... not that it would change her opinions since she did not know Silver at all. All she knew was that there was a dog climbing up bookshelves.
This was absolutely unacceptable, and there was no Ocelot in sight. Where had he gone..?
She came to a stop at the end of the row of books.
She had no idea what on Earth he was trying to accomplish. Vianca pointed at him, making a motion to set his keester down on the floor and get off of the bookshelf.
Vianca made the mistake of telling him what to do, which in turn only made him want to do the exact opposite. He tried to climb up to the next level but he lost his footing and fell backwards off the shelf entirely. He desperately scrambled back onto his paws and tried to produce the meanest looking glare a "puppy" could give. Despite his spiky fur scratching everything it brushed up against it would be a struggle to say in his current state it would be very heard to strike fear into the hearts of anything except a tiny mouse.
Vianca was terrified out of her mind. So much so that her expression remained completely neutral and she planted her hands on her hips. ... Okay so she wasn't in the least bit scared of this dog. Which was sort of a lie. She was mildly alarmed, but only because she wasn't the biggest dog fan to begin with, but she certainly wasn't showing it.
Silver let out a yelp as he flung backwards. That was both painful and unexpected for him. In the very least he had released his pent up energy caused by absorbing the electricity. He lay on his back for a few seconds, not quite sure what had come over him earlier.
He got back on his paws, leaving needles stuck in the carpet. To him this fight was so unfair, he should have been the one winning since he was a pokemon. At this rate the only thing he could do was growl at her and tackle her- niether of which seemed to actually do anything of significance. He could fire needles but that was completely involuntary.
Still, he felt the need to prove himself. His fur bristled in frustration as he growled at Vianca again, tiny sparks flying out in the process.
This was absolutely unacceptable, and there was no Ocelot in sight. Where had he gone..?
She came to a stop at the end of the row of books.
"What are you doing."
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She had no idea what on Earth he was trying to accomplish. Vianca pointed at him, making a motion to set his keester down on the floor and get off of the bookshelf.
"You're going to hurt the books."
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"You can climb things outside."
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He just had to prove how touch he was, so he tackled her leg.
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Vianca followed her instincts and kicked it in the face.
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He got back on his paws, leaving needles stuck in the carpet. To him this fight was so unfair, he should have been the one winning since he was a pokemon. At this rate the only thing he could do was growl at her and tackle her- niether of which seemed to actually do anything of significance. He could fire needles but that was completely involuntary.
Still, he felt the need to prove himself. His fur bristled in frustration as he growled at Vianca again, tiny sparks flying out in the process.
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