Weavile watched the Sneasel trio, wondering how they’d react. Would they believe her attempts at intimidation, or would they gang up and fight her over possession of the tiny human? In the end, they did something else: they cried.
Both the Weavile and the shrunken human in her fist stared in confusion. The trio of Sneasel kids all sat down and started bawling, rubbing their eyes and punching the ground, throwing tantrums.
“What the hell are you doing?” Weavile snarled. “You’re a bunch of wimps! You’re supposed to be hunters, right? Why are you crying like little babies!?”
The Sneasel kept it up, ignoring her words. You gulped and looked up at Weavile. “A-are these three usually crybabies like this?” you asked.
Weavile sighed and glanced down at you. “No, they’re not. Wonder if they’re actually just that terrified by my tough words. Or maybe they’re just upset that I won’t give you to them without a fight. Or maybe...”
Weavile gasped and looked around. You noticed her grip on you tighten, and you grunted. She seemed worried that something bad was about to happen, and you might be stolen.
“Maybe what?” you asked.
“Wonder if they’re trying to get someone’s attention,” Weavile said. “They might be faking it. Maybe it’s a signal...”
You gulped again and looked around. You suddenly felt happy to be in Weavile’s (relatively safe) clutches, since you were nervous about what was about to happen...
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