He looked at the ground, got off Cotton, wrote something on a slip of paper and slipped it into Maker's hand.
"My number. In case you need it for whatever bull those clowns pull next, which since I've sicced my team on them, probably not happy. Cotton needs a break so I'll get out a better way. Capture on!"
His watch thing shot out a top, and he looked to the sky for any Pokemon, spotted a Drifloon, made some weird hand motions, and the Drifloon drifted down to him.
"Time to get destroyed again... later."
The Drifloon carried him away. Normally this would be a terrible idea.
"My number. In case you need it for whatever bull those clowns pull next, which since I've sicced my team on them, probably not happy. Cotton needs a break so I'll get out a better way. Capture on!"
His watch thing shot out a top, and he looked to the sky for any Pokemon, spotted a Drifloon, made some weird hand motions, and the Drifloon drifted down to him.
"Time to get destroyed again... later."
The Drifloon carried him away. Normally this would be a terrible idea.