The girl looks determined, one fist clenched in front of her; Brooker, leaning against a pillar on the other side of the field, looks slightly bored, as if he’s known the outcome of this match since it began.
Oddly, I keep picturing this girl as slightly-younger-Riona. Which makes for added adorability.
“Are you expecting me to catch a Pokémon with it? Because, as I understand it, it’s almost impossible to catch a Pokémon without a Pokémon of one’s own, which raises the question of how on Earth so many people get Pokémon in the first place.”
Again, the awesome noticing-the-logic-problems!
“Please stop staring at me,” David says, addressing the Graveler. He’s a little surprised, but not displeased, when it grunts and looks away. “I don’t suppose you’ll be as obliging as your Pokémon if I ask you to abandon this ridiculous plan, will you?”
Cute! He would say that, and the Graveler obeying just makes me want to hug it! Or would, if I knew anything about it except "Looks like a boulder according to Riona".
As far as he can tell, Charlie seems to select his Pokémon based on how angry they look.
He does, doesn't he! Charlie Brooker secretly has lots of Pokemon and chooses them based on their angry faces! Don't deny it!
“Right,” Charlie says, decidedly. “We are going for a walk in the forest.”
“In the hope that a wild Pokémon will attack me, you mean?” David asks, rather amused.
“That is exactly what I mean.”
I love how nice Charlie isn't in this fic! It's great!
“You’ve found the functionless Pokémon of your dreams, but you can’t catch it because you’re too afraid one day it’ll become interesting.”
Can you write Charlie Brooker and David Mitchell talking about Pokemon for all eternity? Please?
“It was just minding its own business, and I had that Graveler knock it unconscious. I feel I’ve established fairly conclusively that we’re not going to be friends.”
Aw! I quite feel for David, and for the Metapod here.
It’s much less frightening when it’s in the Pokéball. He considers never letting it out again.
Oh, David!
Also, I now want an Eevee, although I'm not entirely sure what one is.
it’s hardly going to judge his ridiculous ‘shoo, shoo’ noises and gestures, surely
And somehow, he thinks there's something uniquely ridiculous about his 'shoo, shoo' noises! As if everyone else went around shooing animals away in a manner that reeked of panache and cool.
They sit there for about an hour, David reading and the Eevee sleeping beside him, and then the Eevee uncurls itself, blinks sleepily at him, and then crawls onto David’s lap and goes to sleep again.
Aw, I really want an Eevee now! (It's like a kitty, right?)
David feels rather as if he should give his Eevee a name, if he’s going to be living with it, and eventually he settles on Robert. The thought occurs to him, a moment after he decides on the name, that he has no idea whether Robert is a male or a female Eevee or indeed of how to tell the difference, but somehow Robert seems a fitting name for it regardless.
I now choose to believe that David Mitchell met Robert Webb in suspiciously similar circumstances. Although perhaps not orchestrated by Charlie Brooker (perhaps).
In the arena, Robert struggles up onto the Onix’s tail, scrabbles for purchase on the rock and then falls off. The Onix looks mildly bemused, or so David thinks; he’s certainly not an expert on the facial expressions of Onix.
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The girl looks determined, one fist clenched in front of her; Brooker, leaning against a pillar on the other side of the field, looks slightly bored, as if he’s known the outcome of this match since it began.
Oddly, I keep picturing this girl as slightly-younger-Riona. Which makes for added adorability.
“Are you expecting me to catch a Pokémon with it? Because, as I understand it, it’s almost impossible to catch a Pokémon without a Pokémon of one’s own, which raises the question of how on Earth so many people get Pokémon in the first place.”
Again, the awesome noticing-the-logic-problems!
“Please stop staring at me,” David says, addressing the Graveler. He’s a little surprised, but not displeased, when it grunts and looks away. “I don’t suppose you’ll be as obliging as your Pokémon if I ask you to abandon this ridiculous plan, will you?”
Cute! He would say that, and the Graveler obeying just makes me want to hug it! Or would, if I knew anything about it except "Looks like a boulder according to Riona".
As far as he can tell, Charlie seems to select his Pokémon based on how angry they look.
He does, doesn't he! Charlie Brooker secretly has lots of Pokemon and chooses them based on their angry faces! Don't deny it!
“Right,” Charlie says, decidedly. “We are going for a walk in the forest.”
“In the hope that a wild Pokémon will attack me, you mean?” David asks, rather amused.
“That is exactly what I mean.”
I love how nice Charlie isn't in this fic! It's great!
“You’ve found the functionless Pokémon of your dreams, but you can’t catch it because you’re too afraid one day it’ll become interesting.”
Can you write Charlie Brooker and David Mitchell talking about Pokemon for all eternity? Please?
“It was just minding its own business, and I had that Graveler knock it unconscious. I feel I’ve established fairly conclusively that we’re not going to be friends.”
Aw! I quite feel for David, and for the Metapod here.
It’s much less frightening when it’s in the Pokéball. He considers never letting it out again.
Oh, David!
Also, I now want an Eevee, although I'm not entirely sure what one is.
it’s hardly going to judge his ridiculous ‘shoo, shoo’ noises and gestures, surely
And somehow, he thinks there's something uniquely ridiculous about his 'shoo, shoo' noises! As if everyone else went around shooing animals away in a manner that reeked of panache and cool.
They sit there for about an hour, David reading and the Eevee sleeping beside him, and then the Eevee uncurls itself, blinks sleepily at him, and then crawls onto David’s lap and goes to sleep again.
Aw, I really want an Eevee now! (It's like a kitty, right?)
David feels rather as if he should give his Eevee a name, if he’s going to be living with it, and eventually he settles on Robert. The thought occurs to him, a moment after he decides on the name, that he has no idea whether Robert is a male or a female Eevee or indeed of how to tell the difference, but somehow Robert seems a fitting name for it regardless.
I now choose to believe that David Mitchell met Robert Webb in suspiciously similar circumstances. Although perhaps not orchestrated by Charlie Brooker (perhaps).
In the arena, Robert struggles up onto the Onix’s tail, scrabbles for purchase on the rock and then falls off. The Onix looks mildly bemused, or so David thinks; he’s certainly not an expert on the facial expressions of Onix.
Aw, Robert is adorable!