P-661: Pulse

It had been a few months since Hrist had adopted Gunter into their home from the wilds. They'd been through a fair bit together- he'd even evolved, growing into a much larger, leaner form, losing some of his baby-like charm in favor of sheer strength, battled rogue fusions, gone out tracking rare pokemon- one of which was currently staring, fixated, at the radio that they had left on top of their desk. The faintly shimmering, metallic white hide caught the light, and, at first, Hrist had worr...