[Wriggly Weedle genes- oh. Red side eyes the creature in question and tries to hurry with getting Breach out.]
[Thank god for Webby.]
[Reaching for a belt wrapped tight around her waist, Red releases her Chatot to speak for her. It flutters up to her shoulder as Breach slowly pulls himself away, wary of any other webs.]
no subject
[Thank god for Webby.]
[Reaching for a belt wrapped tight around her waist, Red releases her Chatot to speak for her. It flutters up to her shoulder as Breach slowly pulls himself away, wary of any other webs.]
Webs!