[As much as Nikolai may dislike everyone from home, he's also a fourteen-year-old kid. Who just found something really, really cool that he has to share right away!
Fight the brat he might as well be the same thing lol
You don't have any Power training-items, right? Like a Power Weight or a Macho Brace. If your team battles each other even with those, it'll produce better results
When I look at Pokémon, I get a strange feeling—you ever get that? There's round ones, flying ones, swimming ones, flaming ones, freezing ones, shiny ones, dark ones—there are so many different types, and yet, they're all Pokémon.
I mean, like Pokémon, there's not just one type of person, either... But it's still kind of strange when you think about it.
yo i know you hate me right now but read this for red's sake
can you do me a solid and tell him not to come over for a while? some dumb shit happened and long story short i'm still cleaning up the blood and i gotta get a new carpet.
[ loma is getting ready for space travel, but that doesn't mean she won't take the time to make good on her word to red. what word was that? the one where she said she'd yell at him for being a bad friend. but red told her not to message, to wait. well... she waited. now it's time. ]
Hello, Blue? I would like to have a word with you.
[It's just an average morning, really. Red's gotten pretty used to them by now - sun streaming in through the window, Pikachu snoozing at his feet, and Blue, still wrapped up in his arms, head on his chest, breathing slow and even.
[He always has been on to sleep in. But Red doesn't mind it. This is one of his favorite parts of the morning. Just he and Blue (and Pikachu), lying there together, Red watching the other until he finally stirs awake.
[Blue always woke up a little later than Red, especially since Red had to leave for work earlier, but he had some sense not to sleep in forever- he was used to a pretty rigorous training schedule, after all. He certainly wasn't used to always hearing Red's voice, first thing in the morning. Usually he would just wake up and be greeted with a smile, one he'd return, the kind of gross lovey-dovey stare through the haze of half-sleep that one might expect from a pair of new lovebirds.]
[Red had been making a conscious effort to speak more, though, the past few weeks, so although unexpected, Blue can't help a sleepy grin at the first thing he hears after stirring awake.] Bonjour, Red. [He squirms slightly against Red's body, the kind of half-hearted stretching one does when you don't want to disturb the covers, and he mushes his face more firmly into Red's pliant titties-- er, chest. Ah, so soft, so warm, so cozy.]
[Good thing he only thought that to himself, right?]
[Pucci? Ah, this was the guy he'd spoken to about taking care of dogs, some time ago. And about people being afraid of certain powers...]
Hey long time no talk! how's the dog grooming?
berries? I've never really thought about selling them since they're only useful to the people from my world.. I just hand them out to everyone for their Pokémon
[Well now. That was certainly an interesting find, if it was a Pokémon. It almost looked something like the old paintings of Arceus or maybe Xerneas, one of the mythical Pokémon thought to have created life in the universe, but those markings...]
[...Well, he hoped Archie and Maxie weren't keeping anything from them.]
He's not one of mine or Red's... I don't think he's any of ours. I've never seen any recorded information of a Pokémon that looks quite like that.
--Can you send me a recording of its voice? Or send one to Red. He can speak to Pokémon and animals, so maybe he can understand it.
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