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Tunda's stomach answered Mel's first unasked question by growling quite loudly, much to the Pokemon's chagrin. His face colored darkly as a blush crossed his face, his hands curling against his stomach as he carefully raises his head up to glance at Mel. "Ano... I'm s-sorry Mas-Mel, but... May we eat somewhere...?" Despite all the reassuring Mel had given him earlier, he still expected to be beaten for the question, watching the dragon warily for the response.

Tunda blinks, trying to think if he had ever actually enjoyed eating anything under the 'loving care' of his previous masters. Not recalling anything, he looks over at Mel and his eyes widen, taking on a pleading, watery look. "I... don't know... I can't remember actually enjoying eating... W-what do you like to eat...?"

Internally, Tunda cringes at the thought of being seen by more people. His ears curling back against his head, he peers up at Mel again, then back down to his lap. "I.. I think h-home would be b-better." He says, slipping back into his usual stammer he used whenever he was voicing his own opinion on things that usually would earn him a beating.

Tunda blinks, his head whipping up as he outright stares at Mel in surprise. He'd obviously never watched tv, but Mel wouldn't know that. He wouldn't even know how to operate anything electric other than a light, and then only if it were a small switch light, not one that actually had a range of brightness to it. He sighs, then nods the slightest bit again, knowing he really wouldn't be able to argue against anything Mel suggested, because to him, it sounded quite reasonable, so far.

Tunda blinks up at Mel once again, then shakes his head. "Street rats don't get toys or play games... Not really." He murmurs, his eyes half-closing as Mel's voice lulled him into a sleepy state. He had never been a huge fan of naps, but he felt that until he was completely better, they would probably slowly become his new best friend when he'd over exerted himself from now on.

Tunda had heard, and had opened his eyes up almost immediately, forgetting that 'home' was no longer at either of the places his former masters had used him in his sleepy state. Seeing that it was Mel's house was an obviously calming balm to Tunda's poor frightened soul. He'd thought, for a moment, that the other had grown tired of him and had, despite all his words, dumped him off like the piece of trash he felt himself to be. To find that Mel did indeed mean every word he'd said so far, Tunda carefully pushed open the door on his side as far as he was able in his condition, looking around for the crutches he'd left in the car earlier. Slowly digging them from behind his seat, he sets them outside the door, carefully attempting to lever himself out to stand on his good leg. One of the crutches slips, however, dropping to the ground with him following shortly behind it.

Luckily, Tunda had landed on his uninjured leg. He winces slightly, pain sharpening a bit in his chest from his previously abused ribs. Hearing Mel's question, he blinks and looks up, giving a small, barely noticeable nod, mainly to let the other know he'd heard him. "I... think so... Must've been more worn out than I thought." He says softly, deciding that, for now, it would be safer if he just stayed put until he either had the strength to get up again, or someone picked him up, rather than foolishly injure himself even more.