Knuckles, here is the thing. Humans may be similar to animal people, but there are grave differences that set them apart from being alike. Namely for example, humans have a lack of fur on their bodies. No fur in fact. They are much like those cats who do not possess a single piece of hair on their bodies.
Note of point, a human such as Mona cannot easily remove her wet clothes without becoming exposed to the elements at hand. Because, as pointed above, the whole lack of fur. Animal people can do it, the Pokemon can do it, but for humans it suck to be fur less.
"I-I'm fine!" she stuttered. Regaining her voice Mona took her hands away and proceeded to jump around to shake as much water off her body. In turn making her look like a huge, orange dog in the process.
"We've wasted valuable time enough with the authorities. We need to get our butts in gear if we want to solve the mystery of your lake monster. No more playing around at the beach. We can, uh, we can play later when we've settled this business down." She pivoted on a heel, turning to head off where she'd ditched her bike in the wild chase, a trail of wet footprints in her wake. Mona wanted nothing more than to get her edgy hands on her notebook and hit up bodies roaming the docks with her a million in one questions.
"I can put up with staying socked for a while longer, it's not a problem. The day is warm. I'm like, not going to catch a cold in this weather!" she added in determination. Nothing was going to stop her from achieving her goal today, not even the possibility of a lousy sore throat or a bad case of the sniffles.
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Note of point, a human such as Mona cannot easily remove her wet clothes without becoming exposed to the elements at hand. Because, as pointed above, the whole lack of fur. Animal people can do it, the Pokemon can do it, but for humans it suck to be fur less.
"I-I'm fine!" she stuttered. Regaining her voice Mona took her hands away and proceeded to jump around to shake as much water off her body. In turn making her look like a huge, orange dog in the process.
"We've wasted valuable time enough with the authorities. We need to get our butts in gear if we want to solve the mystery of your lake monster. No more playing around at the beach. We can, uh, we can play later when we've settled this business down." She pivoted on a heel, turning to head off where she'd ditched her bike in the wild chase, a trail of wet footprints in her wake. Mona wanted nothing more than to get her edgy hands on her notebook and hit up bodies roaming the docks with her a million in one questions.
"I can put up with staying socked for a while longer, it's not a problem. The day is warm. I'm like, not going to catch a cold in this weather!" she added in determination. Nothing was going to stop her from achieving her goal today, not even the possibility of a lousy sore throat or a bad case of the sniffles.