Hm. Well, until we figure out what they’re called, I guess we can just call them ninja bandanas. I see. Being bacon buddies helps, I guess.
[Marley returned his smile and was slightly surprised to see him do a weird kind of head bobble. Was he okay? Or was something wrong? Not wanting to push or anything, she didn’t bring it up when he continued to speak. ]
If it decided to follow you around for a bit, that might mean you’d have a more balanced team? There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m sure your team would adjust— it takes some time, but all Pokemon can.
[Laughing a little at Pippa’s squirming, Marley was inwardly glad that none of her pokemon were particularly against being held. Even Nicky didn’t mind being held, though he was perfectly fine floating around on his own. Of course, Pippa was adorable, even when she was wiggling around. Shrugging a little, Marley looked around at the deck of the ship. The crowd had dispersed a bit as people started going their separate ways. It didn’t seem that crowded. Laughing at Ryder’s attempt to sound sea worthy, she shook her head.]
That’s the right word, but I don’t think you can pass as a sailor. Even if you do have a lot of watermons. Well, I think they’re this way.
[Marley pointed down the left side of the boat and made her way slowly through the crowd of people.]
Am I a racist if I start doing ninja kung fu moves? Is ninja a race? I should probably just wait until I’m wearing a bandana to try it. Hey! Don’t make fun of bacon. I mean, wait until I make it for you for breakfast - Quinn’s taught me how to make it taste even better than normal.
[Ryder raised his eyebrows, absentmindedly running his hand over the Pokeballs attached to his belt. Right now, every single one of them was a water type in some capacity - he wondered if he’d ever drift away from that, but he highly doubted it.]
Nah - I mean, I kind of stopped with the balanced team thing when I stopped trying to be a Pokemon master. My little water dudes have figured out how to help me with medic stuff, and that’s all that really matters.
[Ryder pouted at Marley, letting out an indignant huff just in case she couldn’t see his face as he followed her through the crowd. He nearly reached out to grab her elbow and make sure he stayed close to her, but thought better of it at the last second as they stepped onto the plank between shore and ship.]
I happen to think I’d make a totally awesome sea-person! Or boat-dude or pirate, or whatever. I’m going to make it my mission to blend in with the crew on this trip and you’ll never know what hit you!