"Maybe, he's just paranoid. It could run in the family? Something like that runs in my family, but its not quiet as cheerful. Well, there's that not so quiet cheerful thing and the shorter leg. My left one is about a third of an inch closer to the ground than my write one." Almond realized he was babbling, it was a nervous habit, and bit down on his lips. He looked around at the brightly lit grass and a slight shudder went through him. There could practically be anything anywhere. Not for the first time he wished he had some kind of weapon, any kind. Having a pokemon was great, but something he could use with his own hands to either help out WAlnut or defend himself while his pokemon was busy couldn't hurt. That is unless he stabbed himself with it, but how bad could one person be with every conceivable form of equipment?
There was another rustling in the bushes, but it went the opposite direction from them and before too long the sound disappeared altogether and Walnut stopped its growling. "Wonder what that was." Almond swallowed hard and started walking again. He watched Walnut as he did so, noting how the pokemon's eyes darted around as if it was tracking something. "Hey, those things back there, at our world, do you think they were smart? I mean, were they just mindless minions or could they think? I don't know. To me it looked like they were just pawns advancing. What about you?"
Somewhere to their left there was a startled cry and a group of pidgeys shot into the air.
"Maybe we should start walking a little faster?"