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Post by ~Keisatsu~ on May 1, 2011 0:23:26 GMT -5
Okay he wasn't lost. Totally wasn't.
It didn't matter he had spun around the same patch of grass for three hours. His faithful partner was just staring at him. The blue haired male ran fingers through his short mug of fur, before giving an awkward smile at the pokemon : who just rolled over and played dead. Jeez that was helpful. So helpful in fact, that he was stunned, in case the sarcasm couldn't roll off his statement enough. The scarf was re-adjusted, as the male sat himself on the ground as well, tapping a foot in impatience, as his fingers played with the edge of his scarf, the light wind blowing through the air, and his scarf. It wasn't cold really, but he loved that thing : it was one of the only things he had brought from Johto with him, that and a massive amount of love for his cute sister, as the male felt a smile touch the edge of his lips in contentedness.
His cute sister, Momo, was going to be a trail blazing coordinator. He believed in that. But there was something else : he felt pride. And a bit alone, since she did try to leave without him : but surely enough, he had followed her : to both their surprise and their happy reunion. He severely disagreed with his parents' reasoning for her upbringing : but in the end, his sister was a good, strong girl. That's why they were both here : she to find freedom and he.. well to find strength really. The male was reflecting on things such as these, leaving him quite open for anything that may come his way..
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