[Action] ~ There's a Totodile in the Clinic.

[atadiscoverer]

[Here's something for you, Paradisa.

There's a small, blue croco-thingy curled up on the desk of Dr. Carson Beckett. And it's fast asleep.

It's also curled around Dr. Beckett's journal rather protectively and has a pen clasped in one paw.

What do?]

((OOC: Totodile loss! Completely open, have at him!))

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[atadiscoverer]

[And at the voice, said Totodile wakes up, blinking up at Gold.]

Totodile?

[billiardsplz]

Hey there little guy, you already have a trainer? [he's not going to reach for him because the last Totodile he tried to pick up nearly bit his hand off]

[atadiscoverer]

Toto!

[Trainer? Whatchu talkin' about? He does hop off his journal and point to it. The name on it is 'Carson Beckett'.

And he points to it rather insistantly... Almost as if he's trying to tell you something.]

To. To. Dile!

[billiardsplz]

Hmm, so this Carson Beckett fellow is your trainer? [he puts on a fake pensive face] Eh, as long as he left you some identifier, you're good. Carry on little Totodile!

[atadiscoverer]

[...That's not what he's saying at all. He shakes his head, then points to the journal, then himself.]

Totodile! Toto... Dile!

[At least now he knows he's a Totodile.]

[billiardsplz]

Huh? You want me to read it to you?

[atadiscoverer]

[...No. No he does not.

More insistant pointing, mostly at the name, then himself.]

Totodile!

[Please get it. Everyone else has.]

[billiardsplz]

Hey, don't ask me where he is, I don't know the guy!

[atadiscoverer]

[Facepaw.]

Totodile...

[He's now rooting about on the desk, pulling out a note pad and starts writing.]

[billiardsplz]

[curious, he watches]

[atadiscoverer]

[It's messy, and when the 'dile holds up the pad, it's upside-down.

It does say 'I am Carson Beckett,' however.]

[billiardsplz]

Huh. Well then.

[atadiscoverer]

Totodile!

[As a side-note, he scrawls the word 'loss', also.]

[billiardsplz]

Yeah, I figured, no one in their right mind would hire a Totodile in a hospital.

[atadiscoverer]

[Headtilt]

Toto?

[Questioning.]

[billiardsplz]

Come on, look at yourself! You're a little crocodile, who trusts a crocodile with injured people?

[atadiscoverer]

Toto...

[Depressed look. S'pose you're right.]

[billiardsplz]

Hey now, don't feel bad! You're usually a human and not some wild animal that eats anything.

[atadiscoverer]

[He has felt an overwhelming urge to gnaw on stuff since becoming this thing, so.]

Totodile

[He seems to have cheered up slighlty.]

[billiardsplz]

Heh. You going to be good on your own like this? If you get hungry, there's some Pokemon chow in the kitchen I'll leave out for you.

[atadiscoverer]

[More scribbling]

Can get food, but thank you.

[billiardsplz]

Alright, have a good day! [smell ya later]

[atadiscoverer]

[And the Totodile waves before curling back up on the desk to nap again.]