[Weird is probably putting it nicely. Bruce makes something of a face, but doesn't say anything else and turns back to Floramon, who has apparently now come to a stop and flopped down to the ground.
Bruce hurries over, crouching down once he's close and slowly reaching out to him, shaking him gently.] Floramon? Are you alright?
[No response, at least not yet. Bruce purses his lips together, a worried expression on his features.]
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Bruce hurries over, crouching down once he's close and slowly reaching out to him, shaking him gently.] Floramon? Are you alright?
[No response, at least not yet. Bruce purses his lips together, a worried expression on his features.]