In the darkness, Ogerpon's little head drooped slightly, its silhouette faintly visible.
Although it was unclear what had happehe Pokémon seemed downcast.
Perched by the window, Mino and Buneary curiously observed the unfamiliar Pokémon from afar. They seemed to silently agree: if all went well, this little one would likely join the farm soon.
Watg Ogerpon sulking alone in the shadows, Natsume decided to act. He rummaged through his et arieved the pokéblocks he had prepared earlier that afternoon.
There were about twenty different types of cubes, including ones suitable for all Pokémon and several specifically frass-types. After all, aside from Bug-types, Grass-types were the most on Pokémon in the wild.
Natsume always believed in being prepared. You never knew when these would e in handy.
Carefully portioning the cubes into small bags, he sealed eae ly and pced them into a single package. When he looked up again, Ogerpon was no longer sulking but watg him with a mix of envy, unease, and longing.
The moment their eyes met, Ogerpon froze.
Its entire body stiffened, as if caught by a paralysis move. Then came a wave of panid the urge to flee took over.
But as it turo leave, it hesitated.
Remembering Natsume’s previous gentle demeanerpon cautiously gnced back. Through the window, Natsume held up the small package, looking genuinely ed.
There was no mali his gaze.
Sensitive as they were, children and Pokémon alike could instinctively detect ill iions.
And Pokémon, like children, were often pure-hearted beings.
After a moment of hesitation, Ogerpon turned back, ing out of the bushes.
Step by step, it cautiously approached the window, all while keeping a watchful eye on Natsume, ready to bolt at any moment.
Natsume noticed this and deliberately slowed his movements, ensuring he wouldn’t frighten the wary little Pokémon.
“Hello there, Ogerpon,” Natsume greeted softly as the Pokémon he window.
The sudden sound startled Ogerpon, making it flinch. But after a couple of seds, seeing that Natsume remaiill, it timidly replied, “Hmmm…”
Hello.
“My name is Natsume. I run this farm,” he said gently, stretg ay hand out the window. “Would you like to be friends?”
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Ogerpoated, but after a brief pause, it quickly darted forward to lightly touatsume’s hand before retreating to a safe distance.
Its ti raced as if it had just aplished a moal feat.
In its mind, the barrier of wariness had nely dissolved.
First steps were always the hardest.
“Would you like to e inside?” Natsume invited.
Ogerpoated again but shook its head to dee.
Natsume didn’t mind at all. He had merely extehe offer to see what would happen. A refusal at this stage was only natural.
Building trust took time, just like developing aionship.
“Here,” he said, holding out the small package of pokéblocks. “I made these this afternoon. Would you like to try them? I’d love to hear your feedback.”
Although it felt a little awkward to say, Natsume couldn’t deny it—he was quite fond of Ogerpon.
Who wouldn’t like a cute and tiny Pokémon like this?
Yes, he admitted it openly.
He was drawn to Ogerpon’s charm!
And he was unapologetic about it.
Better to be hohan to act aloof, pretending not to care while secretly longing. The era of “tsutitudes was long over.
Watg Ogerpon cautiously sniff the package, its eyes lit up with excitement. It eagerly nodded and reached out, carefully clutg the small bag to its chest.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Ogerpon pulled out two small gss beads from… somewhere.
“Hummm!”
It squeaked, the beads to Natsume.
Natsume quickly realized what Ogerpo. If Natsume set about anything Ogerpon had done before, the beads were meant to make amends.
“You don’t have to,” Natsume said with a chuckle. “Didn’t you already leave me one of these st time?”
Relieved, Ogerpon’s face lit up, and it quickly stashed the beads bato its bag.
This human… is a good person!
Ogerpon gazed at Natsume with sparkling eyes, its trust solidified. It now knew, without a doubt, that this human was unlike a had entered before.
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