Animals seem to run small. [Silvally says mrg? in the midst of its sniffing. Gladion leans against its shoulder again.] Part of the explanation. [Alrighty then. It sniffs Akira's hands, then takes another two steps forward - still tentative, but in more of a socially-cautious way than a nervous-about-Akira way, gently probing at his personal space before getting up any closer - and sniffs at his hair. From a polite distance.
(Gladion is sort of alternating between watching the interaction and staring off at nothing with that vibe of relieved exhaustion, taking the opportunity to just fucking relax for a moment and put some thought into the logistics of the next...day, perhaps.)]
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(Gladion is sort of alternating between watching the interaction and staring off at nothing with that vibe of relieved exhaustion, taking the opportunity to just fucking relax for a moment and put some thought into the logistics of the next...day, perhaps.)]