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"Hey, is this..."
He paused, picking up the egg. "Hey, it is! Wow, this will be really hand - no you cannot eat that!" The last exclamation was as he held it away from Kamoho's mouth.
"Dile." The totodile actually seemed relatively content with that - a little to Mordecai's surprise.
"Well, here - let's keep going until dark, then set up camp. We don't want to push our..." He began, but saying that when you just picked up a lucky egg seemed a little forced.
Still, they walked until just after dark before Mordecai halted to set up camp. He sent out his pokemon so they could move around for a bit, then at the entrance to camp, practiced with his styler - lashing out again and again against invisible targets or spinning about trees.
Kamoho and Paka were either having a conversation or playing - the starly would hop somewhere, the totodile would follow, and this would repeat.
Kaulu and Pa'ao watched Mordecai with interest, following the styler as he lashed out with it. It was a series of patterns - drills he'd learned. Up, down, right. Three-ring, watch the tail end, rise. That was a terrible rise. Rise! Rise rise rise! Commander Kane would have his ears for that - had it really been that long since he did a rise? Rise rise rise!
He noted, out of the corner of his eye, that Kaulu was pseudo mimicking his hand motions. Interesting.
Still, he went back to practicing. He'd used his styler a lot more often than he'd thought he would've, and thus needed to keep up with it. Thus, he practiced until it was well and dark.