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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 22, 2012 21:37:29 GMT -5
“Yes, mother, we’re doing great!” he chuckled and looked towards Pichu. The small yellow rodent pressed his small paws against his mouth to suppress a giggle. A few sparks of electrical currents harmlessly flashed unintentionally over the pink pouches on his cheeks. He was a baby after all; he hadn’t complete control over his abilities yet.
The young adventures of the pair had led them to Panentum Town. There were all sorts of plants everywhere and filled the air with its sweet scent. Sato was an ‘adult’ now so he was allowed to travel, his parents have provided him with some cash, but he’d need to find a way to maintain himself –that was the deal. The question was how would he do it? He could work in the pok?mon Center, Pokemart, he wasn’t sure but he had to do something. Frankly, he hadn’t put much thought to it, he assumed the idea would just come to him on the go.
“Alright,” he said. “Happy Thanksgiving!”
Sato closed the phone and stored it in his pocket. He glanced at his blue watch, it was still pretty early and Pichu was slowly climbing to his head. How silly this pok?mon turned out to be! He thought playfully as they giggled in unison.
“Ready to get a bite to eat?” he asked.
“Chu!” the yellow rodent lulled playfully overhead, grabbing onto his hair strings to stay atop. The pair was soon sitting across each other in a table. The waitress laid a big and juicy turkey for two and their mouths drooled over it. It was a special, but although the prices were lowered, it wouldn’t be long before Sato ran out of funds. They had enough money for about five more meals which could be split for three separate days if he used it wisely. Regardless, he wrenched off the troublesome worries and dug into the half eaten turkey.
“Hey! Save some for me!”
“Pichuuuu~”
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 22, 2012 21:52:29 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | [style=float: right; border: 1px solid #707070; padding: 3; position: relative; left: 6; margin-top: 3;] “Ayyo,” muttered the blonde to herself as she sat down on a pillow on the floor at home, glancing toward her mother, who was in the kitchen cleaning up. Her father was in the other room, working on some kind of painting as he usually did, but she shook her head as she remembered how Bubba had made a mess of the kitchen that day, so she would need to find something to eat on her own. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, so she was pretty used to it, but her father had locked him and the smeargle in the art room so that he couldn’t make a mess of anything anymore.
Acrylic seated in her lap, Mnemosyne gently pet his head with a small smile, pulling him into her arms and getting herself up to her feet before stepping over to her mother and saying, “I’m heading out, mother, I’m getting hungry, and Acrylic needs a bit of training.”
“Alright, dear. Be careful,” advised the older woman, only giving a smile and nod to her daughter before that same seventeen-year-old gave a small pat on the head to Svetlana and then stepped out of the home.
“Maybe we could have a little picnic later, eh?” she smiled at her cyndaquil, who she sat down on the ground for him to follow her instead of being held like a helpless baby in her arms. With a small bag on her shoulder, she pushed her way gently into a quaint little restaurant and glanced around. A waitress greeted her, in which she stated, “Table for one,” picking up the small pok?mon again so that he wouldn’t get trampled, then following the waitress to a table seated next to a man and his pichu. “I hope mother is doing alright with Bubba’s mess,” she told the cyndaquil, seating herself and ordering just a simple dinner—nothing too large because she knew that she had some training to do tonight and wouldn’t want to be too bloated that she felt like she couldn’t get anything done.[/style] |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 23, 2012 5:59:01 GMT -5
Sato was grinning widely at his bloated pok?mon across the table. If this were a cartoon, they’d both have overly extended bellies. But Pichu made a better role of depicting this phenomena by laying clumsily and lifelessly on the plate. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the yellow rodent had passed into the after-life with all those bones decorating around him –except, that sly smirk on his satisfied face could be seen from a mile away as Pichu hopelessly tried to suppress it. His lips quivered as he tried to play dead and remain completely still. Sato grabbed a bone from the plate and tossed at Pichu’s head with a chuckle.
Pichu wrenched his head vigorously and opened his joyous eyes. Staring at his trainer intently and pouting comically. As Sato picked up the phone though, they both had a glance at the girl who sat adjacent to them, but Sato quickly wrote it off and focused on his messages. Pichu, though, was another case. He stared quizzically at the pair and tilts his small head to the side as he observed them. His ears twitched slightly with interest.
Soon, the waitress passed by to pick up their plate and conjunctionally serve the woman and her pok?mon. Pichu’s eyes bellowed on the site of their delicious meal as the wind carried the odor into his sensitive nose. He sniffed. The truth was, everything was delicious to this pok?mon, he was a glutton. His face soon contorted with a crooked and sly grin as his mischievous side started taking in. His pink pouches started crackling at the wind, but he was unaware. It was then that Sato was starting to shift his attention towards his pok?mon as he knew he had grown excited for some reason.
Unfortunately, it was too late by the time he realized what was happening.
“PIIICHUUU~!!!” he yelled, jumping into the air with limbs spread apart like a star. His crooked smile visibly showing –and probably all that poor woman could see as the little guy dropped down like a wingless Emolga. His intentions were clear the moment his petite hind legs landed on the white table and like a rodent, dashed blurringly to the woman’s plate.
Sato panicked and shot up to his feet. “HEY!” he shouted demandingly, trying not to burst out laughing. “YOU GLUTTON! YOU JUST ATE A WHOLE TURKEY!” he exclaimed, pulling on his pok?mon’s tail. BIG mistake on his part; Pichu, uncontrollably excited as he was, released one of those electric shocks. Soon, Sato was seeing stars as he dropped to the ground.
“Chu?” Pichu uttered, looking back at his trainer with concern. He was completely unaware that he had shocked his partner and hopped off the table to inspect him, poking his cheek.
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 23, 2012 11:22:34 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | As Mnemosyne prepared herself to eat, thankful that the dinner actually came out quite quickly so that she was able to eat before she got more hungry and wanted more, she heard the squealing of the small, rambunctious pichu, in which Acrylic gave a slight growl and flared up the back of his body in annoyance of the creature trying to go for his trainer’s food. Mnemosyne suddenly found herself very confused, especially at the yelling of the pichu’s training and the zap that he took when he took hold of the yellow pok?mon’s tail. Head turning to look over at the now-fallen man, she got out of her seat and knelt down next to him. Placing a hand on his forehead, she asked, “Sir, are you okay?” pulling it away and then looking at the guilty pichu. She found herself shifting positions and grabbing the pichu under the little stubby arms, pulling him up and standing to place him in the seat that he originally was in. “Sir? Sir?” she asked repeatedly, gently pushing on his shoulder because she wasn’t even really sure what to do to try to get him to awaken. It wasn’t like she was planning to have some kind of blacking out happen when she got here—she was only looking to get a bite to eat. “Quil—“ Acrylic murmured and waddled over to Mnemosyne and the trainer whose pichu had nearly attacked her food. Adjusting her position, the training sat on her legs and leaned over the other, gently shaking him and trying to get him to awaken. “Come on, get up!” she commanded him, frowning deeply and continuing to gently try to shake him. She muttered something to herself about why this always happens to her and that he needed to take control of his pichu’s actions. While not paying attention though, Acrylic found himself walking on top of the male’s torso, tilting his head at him. |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 23, 2012 13:56:31 GMT -5
Sato moaned as he slowly gained consciousness, or rather, he never really went ‘unconscious’ to begin with. He was just in a temporary comatose state where he couldn’t react or analyze anything for the life of him. His eyes slowly blurred open to reveal the presence of a small shrew with short blue fur and milky skin. He looked down at Sato with a tilted head and he returned the quizzical gaze while the voice of a virago woman banging in the background and he suddenly came to realize he was being nudged on the shoulder.
“Huh?” he looked to the side to meet with the auburn eyes of the woman who was calling out to him. Pichu was staring from the background, but he wasn’t paying attention to that. For the moment, he didn’t see the golden blond hair curling down to her shoulders, nor the clothes she wore; he just lay there propping on his elbows and gazing into the other’s iris.
Sato, in comparison, was wearing a blue scarf around his neck which dangled to the floor. The weather was chilly, especially since December was just around the corner, so they needed to be well dressed; contradictingly, he wore a black sleeveless shirt.
“Pichu?”
Sato shook his head, realizing he had been staring again. He glanced back at the Cyndaquil standing over his chest and then shifted back to the woman who kept calling him ‘Sir’. He blushed and relayed his eyes to the floor. It was weird having people call him like that. Sure, he had become eighteen but it was still a very weird feeling he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. He then rubbed his head and looked back at her. “Sorry…” he said, breaking into a toothy grin and closing his eyes.
“Pichu is a very loose pok?mon and it’s hard to keep him in check sometimes…”
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 25, 2012 13:33:51 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | Mnemosyne gave a glance to Acrylic and frowned as she saw him climbing on the boy’s body. She pulled him off and gave him a scold before placing him down. Even with the little weight that Acrylic had, it probably wasn’t comfortable to wake up with the small, unfamiliar pok?mon sitting on him. As the other seemed to be eager to get up, propping on his elbows, she stared down at him and placed a hand to his chest. “Be careful, you don’t want to get up too fast,” she advised, giving a small nod before tucking a bit of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, fixing the curls that curtained parts of her clothes. Light scarf around her neck, Mnemosyne fixed her pink skirt that lay over a pair of brown stockings. Adjusting her pink blouse, she pulled herself to her feet, then leaned over and hooked her arms under the other’s, beginning to help him get back up to his feet. “It’s alright, I just hope that you’re okay. It was quite a nasty fall, and the shock didn’t seem any better. Concern filled her face as she glanced away and toward the pichu, giving a sigh. Cyndaquil gave her a snort and she only shook her head, letting go of Sato and kneeling down to pet him, pulling him up into her arms and then setting him down on the table so he was able to see better. “There’s no need to apologize,” she told him, “You’re the one that got hurt in the first place, it wasn’t like I was shocked or anything.” Giving a soft chuckle, she smiled at him and slid her way over to seat herself again, noting the murmurs that were coming from the people in the restaurant. “Please, sit,” she told him, motioning to the chair across from her. |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 25, 2012 19:19:11 GMT -5
The affable woman helped Sato back to his feet. She seemed quite concern, but didn’t realize he was perfectly fine despite the circumstances. He chuckled with a wide grin and closed his eyes while rubbing his head. “Well, I’m actually quite used to it. Pichu’s still a bit… raw. He doesn’t know how to control his powers and just gets out of control from time to time. It’s like potty training a baby really. I should probably get rubber gloves, but I keep forgetting.” He continued to laugh as the woman moved her pok?mon over the table and glanced at the guilty rodent that gazed innocently from the other table.
“Thanks,” he said, accepting the seat across the table. Pichu hopped next to him from the other table and rested on his shoulder. “Chuu~” he cuddled into his neck. His short yellow fur was ticklish on Sato’s skin and he chuckled.
Sato finally took a good look at the woman whose food his pok?mon had nearly eaten and so nicely helped him up with genuine concern. He hadn’t noticed before since he only saw her auburn eyes, but she was very cute. He thought. He blushed and looked away, making sure he didn’t start staring again and slowly looked back at her with a new and more composed expression.
“Nice Cyndaquil,” he commented, reaching over to pet it. Sure, he had only gotten involved with pok?mon not long ago since he found Pichu’s egg, but they lived emersed with pok?mon all over the place. People used them as house pets, friends, partners, workers, etc. Sato might not know all of them, but he knew his share of names.
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 26, 2012 15:56:26 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | “I don’t really think someone could be used to something like that,” responded Mnemosyne with a small chuckle, shaking her head as she took a bite of her meal, hoping not to seem rude to the male by eating in front of him. She wouldn’t want to offend him or anything, but assumed that he had already eaten, seeing that his table seemed to have scraps on it from their meal. Glancing over at them, she smiled as she saw the interaction between pok?mon and human, the nuzzling into the neck from the pichu to its owner. It was kind of cute, she would admit, and it was a bit rare for her Acrylic to cuddle up against her like that. Mnemosyne examined his expression and movements—something that she often did with people to explain their behaviors. Just the way that he swayed himself away for that moment after looking back at her, seeming a little bit nervous and trying to recompose himself when he looked back at her. She acted as if nothing happened though, only smiling and nodding at the mention of her cyndaquil. “Acrylic here is a bit of a nut sometimes, so be careful,” she chuckled, the small pok?mon giving out a “Quil!” and flaring up his back once, not close enough to burn or injure the other trainer though, only making Mnemosyne cock an eyebrow at him. Small smile curving on her lips as she swallowed another bit of her food, the blonde lifted her head and said, “I’m Mnemosyne Katsaros, by the way, since it seems we haven’t been properly introduced yet. A lot of people call me Nemo or Kat.” She knew that it was strange for a lot of people to use such a long name with her, especially with the younger kids that she would often help out with who had difficult times pronouncing her name. Snapping back into reality from the memories that overcame her, she added, “This may be a strange question, but would you mind if I drew you?” |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 26, 2012 17:07:25 GMT -5
Sato gasped and his hands froze on the spot, curling back hesitantly as the shrew’s back flared up for a few seconds. He initially thought it to be an act of aggression, but it was then evident that Cyndaquil –er, Acrylic was just being playful. Finally, he reached all the way and confidently patted the pok?mon gently. “Acrylic, huh?” he said. “Interesting name,” he finished as he brought his hand back and propped them on the sides of his seat as he looked at the blond woman.
“Nice to meet you Mne…” her name honestly sounded rather weird to him and he was afraid of mispronouncing it. “Kat.” He simply said and chuckled. A toothy grin on his part when he introduced himself; “My name is Sato, Sato Pane-“ “Pichu!” “Ah, yes, and this here is Pichu!” he laughed as the yellow rodent hopped on the table to make its presence noticed –as if it weren’t already. He was the first one anyone noticed. Pichu then wandered off to his shenanigans again as Sato continued speaking. He walked up curiously to the Cyndaquil and started to observe him. “Chu?” he sniffed.
“I’m pretty bad with names,” he said, watching over his pok?mon as it associated itself with Acrylic. He was paranoid about Pichu causing any more trouble. “So I haven’t given Pichu a nickname.” His eyes shifted to Mnemosyne as she asked a weird request of him; his face instantly changed to an expression of bewilderment or quizzical. “You… want to draw me?” he repeated, making sure he didn’t hear her wrong. He blushed and smiled nervously, “I guess… that’s okay?” he agreed.
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 26, 2012 17:38:48 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | Chuckling in the slightest from his gasping, Mnemosyne shook her head and said, “Acrylic won’t hurt you. He’s careful with his flames for the most part. I’ve only been burned twice by him, so far.” Reaching her free hand over as well, she scratched the little fire type pok?mon under the chin with one finger, watching him lean toward her scratches, then pulled away to take another bite of her food. She gave a slight chuckle when he began to say her name, but then switched to the nickname, “Sorry, my name is a bit difficult for some people. That’s what nicknames are for though,” smiling when he returned the gesture and stated his name, “Sato, then? That’s pretty easy to remember.” When pichu chimed in as well, she chuckled and put a hand to her mouth, adding, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet the both of you,” sheepishly, glancing at pichu as he went over to see Acrylic, who leaned over a bit to sniff curiously at the yellow mouse pok?mon, tilting his head and then taking a step forward, only to trip and flop in front of the other. Mnemosyne kept her hand to her mouth and chuckled again, “Acrylic, you know you have to be careful how you walk,” shaking her head and wiggling her finger at him. Acrylic gave a little whine and then glanced between pichu and his owner, trotting over to Mnemosyne and getting a few pets from her before she leaned over and pulled her bag into her lap, taking out a pencil and a sketchbook, flipping to the next page. “See, this is when you learn that Acrylic’s name was because I’m an artist. So I hope me asking to draw you wasn’t too strange of a request to you,” she chuckled a bit, adjusting to a comfortable position before glancing at him intently while sketching lines on her pad. |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 26, 2012 18:27:28 GMT -5
“Chu!” Pichu giggled, placing his small paws over his mouth and closing his eyes. He thought Cyndaquil was hilarious and curiously tailed behind him as it started making way to its trainer. Sato chuckled as-well and nod his head to confirm his name. He watched her eat her meal when she then took out a sketchbook from her bag. He remained silent to conceal his ignorance towards art as he did not know what Acrylic meant.
Pichu hovered over the blank page as she laid it on the table and began to prospect the sketchbook, sniffing it and then her fingers. Sato, realizing she was about to begin, abruptly sat up straight. His body was tense and his face was null. He assumed she wanted a ‘normal’ pose and aimed to act as natural as possible, which wasn’t really natural at all. He gazed blankly, taking this as an excuse to stare into her eyes.
His bare arms were rested off the table, his chest slightly heightened and chin higher than usual. The blue scarf around his neck dangled down his left shoulder, covering part of his black sleeveless shirt. His eyes were sharp and consistent. He had unconsciously held his breath to keep himself from moving in the slightest. How long would he have to hold this pose? He wondered. He was secretly hoping she turned out to be some amazingly talented drawer which the world hadn’t yet discovered and draw him as fast as possible –that, or a very bad drawer who depicted his face as a circle, dots for eyes and mouth, and then sticks for his neck and limbs. But if that were the case, he’d have to pretend he liked her drawing. He sighed internally.
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 27, 2012 12:38:45 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | Pushing her plate forward a bit to make room for herself, she gave a small smile. “Oh hang on a moment,” she told him with a little nod, leaning over again to pull out a few pok?mon treats for Acrylic, knowing that he must be hungry as well, rolling a few in front of him. The cyndaquil sat himself down and began to munch on them, flaring up a bit every time that he looked at pichu to try to tell him that he refused to share his treats. This only made Mnemosyne chuckle a bit, but she didn’t say anything against it, knowing that Acrylic wouldn’t listen to her anyway when it came to treats. Glancing at pichu when he got closer to her sketchbook, she smiled slightly and reached a finger out to scratch under his chin and chuckle, “What? What?” in a bit of a higher, most playful voice to him because of his sniffing and curiousness about her hand and her sketchbook. Watching the expression on Sato’s face, Mnemosyne smiled and said, “You can act natural, you don’t need to be all tense and rigid.” She nodded to him once, then ran her tongue over her lips before turning her attention back to him and then her drawing, then back to him, and then her drawing once more. Continuing this cycle for around five minutes (looking back to him and the drawing continually), biting her lip often as she didn’t even bother erasing any part of her drawing, she smiled when finished and placed her pencil down on the table. “There,” she grinned, pleased with how it came out, “I made your eye a little bit too small on one side, but it came out pretty nice.” She pulled off the paper on the perforation and handed it off to him. Unlike what was probably expected, it looked much like a professional sketch. |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 27, 2012 14:50:29 GMT -5
“Chu?” Pichu said as he stared at Cyndaquil while he ate. The shrew would flare as he gazed at the yellow rodent and then continue eating. Pichu’s misty eyes bellowed as he begged to have a bite of his treat. But his attention was promptly captivated by the hand that reached under his chin and the woman would start chanting in baby voices. “Chuuu~” he chimed and lifted his chin higher towards her fingers. His pink pouches gently sparked with harmless electric currents.
Sato was waiting patiently when she told him to loosen up –and that he did. Having a somewhat better idea of what she wanted, the boy dis-inflated like a balloon and relaxed his muscles. He gulped as she started to draw, shifting from the sketchbook to himself. He watched her intently, and the more he did, the more he seemed to like her. “She’s kinda cute…” he thought, suppressing a blush and nervous smile as he studied her face. The way she bit her lip and the focus she had in the drawing. Meanwhile, Pichu was conversing with Acrylic, trying to convince him to give him a little bite.
“There.” She said.
Sato sighed from relief. It had been nearly five minutes without moving an inch and he was starting to grow impatient. Kat then turned the sketchbook around and revealed her work of art. Sato gawked. “You’re amazing!” he exclaimed in awe. It had only taken her five minutes and she hadn’t erased a single thing. These kinds of things definitely inspired Sato and made him wish he could do something like that, which made it a double edged sword. Watching how talented she was, it made him sort of depressed that he didn’t really have anything to show for. Regardless, he grinned widely to save face.
“Do you want to become an artist or something?” he asked.
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Post by Mnemosyne Katsaros on Nov 28, 2012 23:52:58 GMT -5
[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] everybody scream your heart out | Acrylic flicked his head away from the pichu and continued munching on his snack, pausing for a moment when he saw Mnemosyne giving attention the rodent, but then went back to snacking again as he really didn’t seem to mind at this point. As long as that fuzzy yellow pok?mon wasn’t stealing his food, he was happy. The blonde smiled at the reaction she got from pichu, seeing the little benign sparks in his cheeks that make him so much more adorable than he already was. “You’re so cute,” she giggled a bit, patting him on the head once more before turning back to the drawing and trying to focus as best she could this time instead of becoming distracted again. Smiling a bit at the turnout, she glanced over at pichu and Acrylic once more before turning back to Sato and continuing on his drawing. She found it a bit funny when he deflated himself instead of being stiff as if trying to hold some strange pose, but suppressed her laugh with that lip biting. When she figured she was alright and could refrain from laughing too much, she licked her lips and handed him the sheet of paper with the finished product on it. Was it her best work? Of course not! It was just a sketch after all, but it was still probably exponentially better than what was probably expected. As Mnemosyne giggled from his response, she only replied with a, “Thank you very much,” shrugging her shoulders sheepishly and then listening to his question, giving several quick nods. “Yeah! My father and mother are both artists as well. We have a smeargle and lilligant at our home as well that love to help out… well… Bubba sometimes paints on the walls, but that’s another story,” she realized that she was rambling and suddenly flushed, putting her hand to her lips and shaking her head, “Sorry,” forcing out a cheeky grin. She had always gotten a bit overly excited when it came to art. |
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Post by Sato Pane on Nov 30, 2012 21:48:59 GMT -5
Sato grinned. It made sense that her parents were artists with her talent. It almost made him feel better about himself, excusing his talentless state by blaming his parents. He didn’t have musicians or artists in his family, so it was acceptable to think he didn’t know either of it, right? He wrenched the thought away. Who was he kidding? He loved his childhood and his parents were great. He can’t blame them. He blinked blankly and nodded, pretending he knew what a Smeargle and Lilligant were.
He flinched though when he apologized; which made him stop and think for a moment. Wait, why was she apologizing? He chuckled. “Don’t worry.” He assured. What he really meant was, I’m running out of conversation material. It was a common problem for him when conversing with women. He preferred listening to them because he usually didn’t have anything very interesting to say. The fact that the current theme of her drawings was coming to an end made him panic a little inside. What should he say next? He wondered.
Luckily, his trusty partner Pichu came to the rescue and started randomly dancing over the table. “He’s bored…” he chuckled. Whenever the yellow rodent acted silly, unpredictable and random –he was bored. It was a pattern he had learned to identify in time. He then peered over to the Cyndaquil and more potential topics began to rise. This wasn’t so hard after-all! –As long as there were silly pok?mon present…
“So,” he started. “How did you meet Acrylic?”
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