Galarian Corsola Was Depressed

Morning.

Baimu woke to Deino licking him.

Still bleary-eyed, he wiped the drool from his face and asked, "Why didn't you bite my hand today... oh, right. That's how alarm-clock mode works."

"Deino!"

Deino cried out, bouncing back and forth on the bed.

"All right, all right. Stop, little alarm clock."

He pressed down on Deino's head, and only then did it settle down.

As the trainer climbed out of bed with a huge yawn, Deino inexplicably sensed resentful gazes converging on it.

But it did not need to guess who they belonged to.

"Deino?"

It gave a soft cry.

Galarian Corsola, which had spread all its flower-like tendrils and entered a state of first-level alert, glared at Deino for two seconds before dejectedly withdrawing them.

As a lazy coral, never mind how much effort it would take to go over and beat Deino up—would beating it improve its habit of bouncing on the bed every day?

No.

So it might as well lie flat and pretend nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Deino, having waited ages without receiving a response, grew even more confused. Of all the Pokémon in the house, Galarian Corsola was the only one it had no idea how to get along with.

"Deino..."

Silence.

That was why: it would never get a response.

If it could not still smell Galarian Corsola, it would truly think the other Pokémon did not exist.

Having lost interest, Deino jumped off the bed and followed the scent all the way to the bathroom. "Deino! Deino!"

Baimu, who was brushing his teeth, curiously looked at the perpetually energetic little guy. "What's wrong? Do you want to brush your teeth?"

Brush its teeth!

Deino went stiff.

If Galarian Corsola was the Pokémon it could not handle, then brushing its teeth was the thing