Instinctively, Yasuho draws closer to Ritsuka. Maybe there's safety in numbers? Safety in proximity?
There's no safety from this, and she finds she can't actually think. It's like her head is full of tar, thoughts churning to a halt, the few that manage to get near the front coming dangerously close to Ritsuka's own about the dangers of fire-types and yarn.
And then, Yasuho blinks. Impossibly, things are...quieting. The fires are still burning, but pokemon are beginning to slow down. People have long started fleeing the building of course but...
"...Do you hear...singing?"
Some of the Pokego staff seem to be running around gathering up the quickly slumbering babies- great way to get them to stay still long enough for an evacuation- and behind them, there's a tense cough.
"What are you two doing just standing there! The building is on fire!"
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There's no safety from this, and she finds she can't actually think. It's like her head is full of tar, thoughts churning to a halt, the few that manage to get near the front coming dangerously close to Ritsuka's own about the dangers of fire-types and yarn.
And then, Yasuho blinks. Impossibly, things are...quieting. The fires are still burning, but pokemon are beginning to slow down. People have long started fleeing the building of course but...
"...Do you hear...singing?"
Some of the Pokego staff seem to be running around gathering up the quickly slumbering babies- great way to get them to stay still long enough for an evacuation- and behind them, there's a tense cough.
"What are you two doing just standing there! The building is on fire!"
oh they can leave now??