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"I feel stuck." Is how the conversation starts. Gaeric whittling wood. The thing he found out in the snow and the cold and thought was human, but nobody's quite sure anymore, flopped upside down over a log sorting sticks. Pointed ears twitching in time to the knife.
He glances down at it. Meeting it's glowing eyes. "You are stuck. You don't remember where you came from, or how you got here, so you can't go back."
It twists- a little too fluid in it's movements- to sit up properly. Hands folded in it's lap. "Not like that- i..." Ingo- that's the name it had remembered- struggles with it's words. A fang pokes out as it bites it's lip. "Elsewise. Stuck otherwise. Something isn't... right."
Gaeric raises a brow at it. Pausing in his work. This is a serious conversation, apparently.
"I feel stiff. Wrong."
Well, it isn't very good in the cold, so maybe it's the cold getting to it. "You can go inside if you need."
But it closes it's eyes. Shaking it's head and clicking it's tongue. "Not the cold. I am warm!" It plucks at the extra thick tunic over it's black underlayer. "This keeps me warm." He's pretty sure it's wearing it's strange thin shirt under both of them. Which alongside it's jacket, makes four layers. So it'd be strange if it was cold, even out here.
"But you feel stiff?"
It nods. "Stiff. Stuck. Something is missing." It sighs. "I wish I could remember what..."
"Maybe you just need to do stretches?"
Ingo blinks at him. "Stretches?"
"You know, stretches? They loosen up your body?" Gaeric puts down his whittling proper. Standing and doing a couple stretches he KNOWS Ingo has watched him do.
"Oh! Your funny poses!" It mulls over it's words in it's head a second. "Yoga?"
He can't help but snort at the wording. It really didn't know...? "I don't know what yoga is, but yes. My 'funny poses' as you call them, are stretches! They loosen up my body before a workout!"
It squints at him. Tilting its head as it watches him move. Before standing up with a little grunt, using it's hands on it's knees to push itself to it's feet.
Then, it tries to copy him.
Gaeric laughs, and goes through the motions. Giving tips as it moves.
It becomes a game of follow the leader as he goes through an impromptu routine. Ingo keeping up as well as it can.
"Maybe you should join me in my morning stretches!" Is said as a joke.
But Ingo is delighted by the idea! Nodding excitedly. "Yes! I feel so much better after these stretches! It reminds me of..."
The gleam disappears from it's eyes as it's mouth returns to it's common frown. Memories slipping from it's grasp as they're wont to do. "I don't know."
Ah... Gaeric sighs. But he does his best to smile at Ingo. Patting his shoulder with a hand. "That's alright, buddy. Now we know the stretches help you, yeah? Maybe you'll remember something in time."
Ingo still frowns- maybe he frowns so much from the stiffness he's apparently been feeling? Or it's just the cold. But he nods, and is excited when he suggests "I can show them to Emmet when I see him next!"
Ah yes, Emmet. Another oddity of Ingo is his friendship with the bloodsucking bat Pokemon...
Not that Gaeric can argue, what with his own predisposition to dangerous Pokemon.
... And finding strange things out in the snow. As proven by Ingo.
"I'm sure Emmet would love to hear about the stretches." He agrees. "You're going to see him again soon, aren't you?"
"Yes. And I made a toy for the Sneasel! I think it will like it."
"Is that what you were nicking your hands up carving?"
"My hands are not nicked. They healed fine!"
"You almost cut your finger off, Ingo."
It opens it's mouth to retort, but a gust of wind blows through it. Cutting it off as it shudders and pulls it's black coat closer around itself to stave off the chill.
Ah. It's gotten late, hasn't it? "You should head inside, it'll be no good if you freeze again. And I need to attend to some duties."
Ingo doesn't fight it. A good sign of having learned better. As it nods and ducks into the tent. Hands covered in gloves that don't keep them warm shoved under it's armpits as it goes.
Gaeric watches it go. Calling, "I'll be back soon!" And walking off to check on everyone, tucking the rough-hewn froslass he had been working on into the folds of his tunic.