Kilobyte 「バチュル」

☆ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜsɪᴀsᴍ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ ☆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ- ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋs - ᴍɪʀ-ʟɪᴛ - ᴘɢ! - sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs/ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ - #ᴘᴛʀᴘ

I'm slaying it! ..and cooking it. [he is establishing dominance over it. it is his prey.] [zap zap. smol singed spots. roasted apple]

[nice. he skitters a lil more around the apple bc expressive leggie] ..but wait! [and then heckin zaps it. zapple]

[he is Always grump, but he is not always aristot] [he. skitters in though!!]

??? [settle down aristotle, he is just Happy to see Y]

[smol yell]

@PikaRPs The world is three times as big when you're the size of a thumbtack… but he'll try! “Spark is lucky,” he spoke, crawling onto his nose.

@PikaRPs But the odds of running into Spark a second time to get an update on where his parents were were slim! “Ooof. .... What's the other?”

@PikaRPs He took that comment well, it seemed. The arachnid took the response to heart. “.. Where are they? Are they Chus too?”

@PikaRPs “Spark!” The static makes his fur stand slightly with the exclamation. “That's a name for a Minun,” he remarked, a little too honestly.

@PikaRPs He's mooching the electricity, of course. Very small amounts, but constant. He squirms to draw attention, piping up, “/You/ have a name?”

@PikaRPs Aaaand... back onto the left cheek! It's cozier there, apparently—the latent static is easier to roll around in, in other words.

@PikaRPs “A while, a while,” he chimes, placing his legs down and immediately skittering off to scale the Pikachu's arm.

@PikaRPs Blinking a 'yes,' he raises a leg. Two legs, even, because that's the max he can lift without risking being shaken off. “Ki-lo-byte! KB!”

@PikaRPs A parasite by definition, but electric-types always had static to spare, did they not? His eyes bore up at the Pikachu, mandibles moving.

@PikaRPs This was worse!! He had no intention of coming off, practically glued to the other. The smallest plea follows, “Doooon't!”

@PikaRPs All this moving...! He sits still, latching onto the Pikachu's paw as soon as it makes contact.

@PikaRPs In turn, he scurries along to avoid it, never straying far outside of the red circle.

@PikaRPs Attaches to his cheek!!

– was merely a new attraction to the theme park that was the world about him. Holiday snow worked its magic every time.