[Today is one of those "let's wander outside the lab!" days. Usually these days involve running from rats, sending the snake in to battle, or just wandering the Routes and enjoying the outdoors.]

[That isn't going to happen today, is it?]

Well, what have we here?

[The question is loud enough to grab Descole's attention, he's sure (though humans and their hearing ranges are still something Wheatley's figuring out) - he approaches the Togepi instead though, tipping his head slightly in thought. He makes no move to touch it, but he's obviously very interested.]

I'm fairly sure that's not how you handle a Pokémon. I mean, I could be mistaken, but this really doesn't seem like the best way to go about it. Leaving it here, I mean. You could just pick it up and carry it with you. It might stop crying if you try that!

[Not that he'd know. He actually takes pretty good care of his Pokémon and hasn't made either of them cry. The Woobat in his arms chirps frantically - she's not pleased by the poor thing's sobs and finally wrenches her way free from Wheatley's death-grip. She floats around the Togepi and keeps squeaking in panic. Wheatley doesn't seem overly worried.]