Jack was honestly used to chaotic shenanigans occurring in his general vicinity; Shades in particular seemed particularly adept at getting himself into all sorts of bite-based troubles. This was evidenced currently by the Sandile squirming around absently on his back at Irvineâ€™s feet, legs treading ineffectually in the air. Jack honestly didnâ€™t think any ill of his faithful companion, but the Sandileâ€™s impressive lack of awareness bordered on tragic.<br/><br/>He leaned down and picked up the slowly-thawing Sandile, allowing him to take up residence on Jackâ€™s shoulder whether the trainer wanted to or not. Against any wisdom regarding his own safety, Jack squatted down in front of Irvine. â€œDonâ€™t worry, you donâ€™t have to help the kid. I think heâ€™s fine as it is.â€ he responded, staring awkwardly at the scowling PokÃ©mon before adjusting his glasses â€œI assume this will cost me more than candy, wonâ€™t it?â€ he asked, smiling a little before awkwardly coughing â€œI mean Iâ€™d pat you on the head or pet you for a job well done, but for some reason I donâ€™t think youâ€™re the type that likes that sort of thing.â€<br/><br/>Jack had already had his lifetime share of helping uncoordinated, fearful child-trainers freak out at the sight of his otherwise alien PokÃ©mon. Sure, in Johto people knew what a Sneasel was, and at least they could wrap their heads around the concept of a dark-type, but Kanto was an entirely different mess. If this sort of psychopathic, unbelievable and inexcusable reaction was going to be commonplace, he was more than happy heâ€™d be trying to work in a region that seemed less comparatively backwater in its pokeknowledge. Apparently Professor Oak still lied to the poor kids and claimed there to be one hundred and fifty PokÃ©mon so that, Jack assumed, their heads wouldnâ€™t implode.<br/><br/>Jack stood and watched the Charmander trot off to help the terrified child, actually quite amused at the fact that another Murkrow was involved. He spoke up after a second to the bird PokÃ©monâ€™s trainer â€œHey, Iâ€™ve got a Murkrow too, actually! His nameâ€™s Othello, but heâ€™s probably not really gonna want to come out and be aroundâ€¦â€ he motioned lightly towards the kid with his head â€œThat.â€<br/><br/>Jack smiled â€œNameâ€™s Jack Fox if you didnâ€™t hear a minute ago. Pleasure to meet you; this has been more fun than anything since I got out here to Kanto.â€<br/><br/>Jack seemed to have an errant thought, and leaned down again in front of Irvine â€œOn second thought, terrify as many children as you like. Itâ€™s probably for the best; I donâ€™t think either of us are very fond of them.â€ Jack explained quietly. He assumed that deep down, all the Professors had to harbor a deep hatred of ten-year-olds and other small children.<br/><br/>Jack realized there was someone whoâ€™d not had their question answered and piped up in response â€œThe next PokÃ©mon Center is a ways up the road still at the base of Mt. Moon. You could probably make it if you donâ€™t mind the swarms of Zubat along the way. Might as well set up camp, really. Itâ€™s close enough that you can stop in quickly tomorrow and still start the hell-journey that I hear Mt. Moon is.â€ Jack explained helpfully before scowling. â€œI hate Zubats. I really, really do.â€<br/><br/>Jack dropped his backpack down next to a log and flopped down, catching Shades as he almost slipped of his shoulder while still absently treading his legs in the air, snapping his jaw noisily to be rid of the frozen sensation. â€œSo did you all get through Brock okay? Pretty nice guy. I hear Mistyâ€™s kind of a bi-â€œ he paused, leaning over to make sure the kid was a bit more out of earshot. â€œBitch.â€