[ The Togepi pokes him on the shoe. There is a beat of ringing silence as John stops and simply stands there, in the seemingly-empty room, necromantically aware of the kid crouched breathless under his bed and the Pokemon trying to make friends. For a long moment, nothing happens.
Then he bends down and reaches one warm brown hand under the bed to scoop the little creature up. ]
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Then he bends down and reaches one warm brown hand under the bed to scoop the little creature up. ]
Well, hello, there.