<span style="color: #B147E6">(Hugs back, coating you with warm, sticky goo!)<br/><br/>The Goodra seemed filled with distress as she walked alone into the forest. She paced around for a little, her mind focused on how Dragonite had rejected her so easily. It was true when they were together that she hadden't given him any time to talk, but it still seemed unfair that he wouldn't of said anything before hand when she was busy hugging the dazed dragon tightly.<br/><br/>Her thoughts stopped and she instantly perked up at the sound of groaning not far from where she was. Her clear body dripped slightly as she pushed through the bushes, a surprised look as she spotted a poor Pickachu. "Oh! Are you okay?..." She stood over him, a drop of slime falling from her body every now and them. One even landed on his face. "You look pretty bruised up. Did you get in a fight?"</span>