No way...[Iwaizumi stares first at where Dragonite has just appeared, then back at his hand where the Pokéball now rests again. It really had jumped back, just like this old man said (what does it say about Iwaizumi that he’s almost more excited about that than he is the giant dragon in front of him - almost).
[He hesitates before handing the ball back, eyes glued to Dragonite again as he does so.] You sure? He won’t go biting me or setting my hair on fire or nothing, will he?
[There he goes assuming things. Clearly all dragons must be boys, right?]
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[He hesitates before handing the ball back, eyes glued to Dragonite again as he does so.] You sure? He won’t go biting me or setting my hair on fire or nothing, will he?
[There he goes assuming things. Clearly all dragons must be boys, right?]