soooooo, let's just say that, because the power of logic, pokemon are now anthros, which is supposed to somehow make sense, regarding all of this that's happening, but blah blah, plot stuff and now here we are

yeah, here, in a random setting, in the afternoon, here sits our umbreon (literally), and he's just minding his business, probably looking at his matching thigh highs or whatever. he looks like he's muttering to himself too, which, strange, but like, let the boy do his thing