[Neo actually winces a little when Roman is swarmed by a rush of excited baby Pokemon, but it doesn't last long before she goes back to watching the mess with a smile and a little giggle.
Only for a couple seconds though before she decides that she'd better intervene before the boss gets too mad. Hopping gracefully down from her perch she gives a sharp whistle and sweeps her parasol from side to side, effortlessly herding the babies away.
By the time the mess of fur and feathers clears from his vision Roman will see nothing else but Neo's smug, smiling face hovering over his as she crouches by his head.
You mean bad-bad or good-bad?
Only for a couple seconds though before she decides that she'd better intervene before the boss gets too mad. Hopping gracefully down from her perch she gives a sharp whistle and sweeps her parasol from side to side, effortlessly herding the babies away.
By the time the mess of fur and feathers clears from his vision Roman will see nothing else but Neo's smug, smiling face hovering over his as she crouches by his head.
Can you be mad at that face, boss?]