[There's a little struggling jumble of emotions with Green, from confused to somewhat violated and angry, not able to pin one of those emotions on a single target. He settles for a frazzled defeat, slapping his forehead.]
My name is Green.
Is that usual for you?
[He's wondering if this is what the Pokémon feel like when Yellow reads their thoughts.]
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My name is Green.
Is that usual for you?
[He's wondering if this is what the Pokémon feel like when Yellow reads their thoughts.]