[That grip on his wrists only made his own grip tighter, a curl in his lip turning down as he gave a sharp look at that little Pikachu, nearly outright hissing at the Pokemon.]
I don't believe you. [Moving one hand up to Ven's neck, his grip was firm but not painful; he needs that body to be able to breathe, after all.] Now join me. [Inwardly, he's trying to will up every last ounce of negativity in his body and in his thoughts, trying to force this body to release his mind so he could actually take over.]
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I don't believe you. [Moving one hand up to Ven's neck, his grip was firm but not painful; he needs that body to be able to breathe, after all.] Now join me. [Inwardly, he's trying to will up every last ounce of negativity in his body and in his thoughts, trying to force this body to release his mind so he could actually take over.]