Introductions. We've all been there. Nobody particularly enjoys sitting through them.  Everyone just mashing the B button to hurtle through boxes of text as fast as we are able. As it turns out though, the characters delivering them resent doing so just as much if not more so! Myself and Professor Hank included. 

Something cute I got together with a certain looming lupine friend of mine. Of course, be sure to send some love towards the amazing artist who belted this out! 

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“Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Professor Fir and-”

A disgusted groan wafted up from between the wolf's splayed out fingers as his spiel was brought to an abrupt halt.

“What?” The lupine teased with an innocent grin. Tail wig-wagging behind him, the Pokemon professor couldn't help but beam at the miniscule Mareep standing atop his padded palm.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaank,” grumbled the Electric-type.

“My apologies smallest sheep. The opportunity presented itself and who was I to let it pass me by?”

“Very punny, Professor,” Radda snorted as he leaned back against a furred finger thicker than he was. A bashful bleat escaped his lips when said finger curled against him and a padded fingertip took to stroking at his horned head.

“From the top then?” Hank rumbled.

The Mareep reluctantly nuzzled into the many pats and pets with a sigh. “Might as well,” he huffed.

Chuckling, Hank lumbered towards a propped up Pokedex set to record. The video feed went dark as his outstretched hand came to smother the lens.

“Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Professor Hank. People call me the Pokemon Professor! People around here, anyway,” the wolf clarified under his breath. Clearing his throat, he continued on. “This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokemon!” With a flourish, Hank held his hand out before him. “The Pokemon you see before you is a Mareep! My Mareep, even. Myreep as it were.”

“Hank.”

“And, no, you may not have him. He is my speck of a sheep. My energetic Electric-type, my preferred Pokemon-”

“Hank, they get it,” the Mareep balanced atop his palm insisted. “Not that anyone will ever actually see this, through the magic of editing, but still!”

The grey wolf hummed contentedly before speaking once more. “My attentive assistant, my tiny transcriber-”

“You can't alliterate forever!” Radda declared.

Hank pursed his lips while he chewed on his latest alphabetized arrangement of words. “My... favorite footrest, even.”

Blue fuzzed cheeks burning bright, Radda buried his snoot into the wreath of wool wrapped around his neck.

“From the top, yet again, I take it?” Hank teased as he cupped his Pokemon against his bare chest.

The Mareep wordlessly nuzzled into that broad and inviting bulk.

“Very well then,” Hank chuckled. The wolf's massive digits curled possessively around the sparking ovine, that he and he alone called his own, by means of a very affectionate WRAP attack.

Countless turns passed before Hank approached the Pokedex once more and smothered the camera lens within his grasp.

“Too much?” Hank asked. Chip tune music, anything but subtle, crackled through unseen speakers.

“Too much,” Radda curtly replied.

Shaking his head, the prodigious professor wandered off camera with a tut.

“You're doing this on purpose aren't you?” the Mareep's voice inquired from beyond the frame. Hints of snark dripped from his every uttered syllable.

Hank's response came in the form of pronounced and repeated clicks of a computer mouse. The music ceased. Hearty smacks, the wolf's plump paws slapping against his laboratory's tiled floor, heralded Hank's return to the recording.

“Have you any proof, my accusatory assistant?” Brows arched, Hank feigned sincerity. “I can assure you, Radda, that I approach these dry, rote, and utterly uninspired introductions with only the utmost seriousness! Surely, you, of all Pokemon can see that.”

The Mareep couldn't help but blow a raspberry. “I take it this won't make the final cut?”

Hank grinned. “Goodness, my speck of a sheep. I had you pegged for an Electric-type not a Psychic one! Thankfully there's no hard delivery date for these recorded introductions. Nor are there any rules against enjoying ourselves in the process,” the wolf mused.

Radda allowed himself to offer up a shy bleat in agreement when he found himself cupped close to a thick fuzzed bosom. “Not that you'll find me complaining,” mumbled the sheep.

“Nor I. One of these days we'll see fit to see this through,” Hank smiled. “Until then, I hope you'll continue to indulge, and enjoy, these outtakes with yours truly. After all, I'm not even remotely close to exhausting my arsenal of alliterations!”