[It's more or less the middle of the night in the Goldenrod base. It's not exactly a time where most people are awake, unless they're doing guard duty or they're insomniacs.]
[For Micchy, it's the latter, though not by choice. He's managed to find a more secluded corner of the base, far away from prying eyes or ears, and he's curled up with his Vulpix and Ponyta. He'd curl up with his Absol, but she doesn't really like this kind of situation or know what to deal with it.]
[It's easy enough to overlook him, with just the flickering light of his Ponyta's mane to illuminate the group, but he's sniffling - and in this part of the base it echoes more than he'd like. He's also glaring at what appears to be an empty space in the air.]
... Stop it.
[Pause.]
I said go away!
[Another pause.]
Stop haunting me, dammit!
[His sharp tone echoes in the silence, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too intent on whatever he's looking at.]
[Backdated to the 21st]
[For Micchy, it's the latter, though not by choice. He's managed to find a more secluded corner of the base, far away from prying eyes or ears, and he's curled up with his Vulpix and Ponyta. He'd curl up with his Absol, but she doesn't really like this kind of situation or know what to deal with it.]
[It's easy enough to overlook him, with just the flickering light of his Ponyta's mane to illuminate the group, but he's sniffling - and in this part of the base it echoes more than he'd like. He's also glaring at what appears to be an empty space in the air.]
... Stop it.
[Pause.]
I said go away!
[Another pause.]
Stop haunting me, dammit!
[His sharp tone echoes in the silence, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too intent on whatever he's looking at.]