Oh hey that’s actually pretty neat.

Oh man that’s impressive, gettin’ to every blog.

Nah, but send me some cat facts, I could use some enjoyment to look forward to animal-wise.

“CASEY’S pretty, but all of my friends are pretty.”

Too weird to live! To Rare To Die!

“NOT really,” he admitted, looking up from his place on the concrete floor, a small rubber ball in his hands, “I don’t really like leaving friends behind like that,” he stated, adjusting over so slightly so he could prop his legs up on a plotted plant.

“If they were gonna replace me then I don’t need them, but if I left then like…” A pause as golden eyes sparkled with thought, “I didn’t need them then we wouldn’t have been friends in the first place, but that way we left on a good note. Besides,” and with that exclamation, he sat up, with a few notes of trouble, legs falling onto the group with a plop(!), “It all depends on how you think about it right, Casey?”

“So don’t look so down or thoughtful, whatever that expression is,” he placed a hand on her shoulder, “just think about it like that!” For what it was worth, he had no clue what he was actually being [asked,] but he hoped his answer made sense.

Okay, I hope you don’t mind if I post this, but I got a few things to comment.

The reason my theme is broken is because an old friend [AND EX-FRIEND NOW] did the coding along with editing my picture. I’ve only ever edited the URL from Ambivalentflurry to Valiantprism to my current url of Glacialswept.

Unfortunately, I have no way of fixing this as I have no knowledge of coding, no art of my OCS that I could use with permission nor art from pixiv I have asked for permission to use. I have found nothing I enjoyed either that honestly fit my thought of my future theme I’ll get to and or commission depending…

Apologies for it being broken and all, but I have no way of fixing it with my current knowledge of coding and lack of stuff.

Does it sound like I’m whining? I think I sound like I’m whining.

I really am sorry for this.

If you lost me in a crowd, what “offensive” thing could you yell that’d be GUARANTEED to track me down?

…NO hesitation, already running after Casey.

“SAY THAT TO MY FACE!”

“…” 

“Aleks and I can’t actually…Ride a bike, we never learned.”

“–That and I prefer my feet on the ground.”

“WELL,” he had once and it did not go well, “I could certainly use more practice…but then again, riding a bike indoors isn’t exactly…the time or place for such a device,” he nearly poked his eye out on a rather dubiously placed potted plant, granted, it had been his fault for agreeing to the idea of practicing his biking skills while still [indoors.]

“I…Wouldn’t try it if I were you.”

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“I had something clever a moment ago,” he swore he did, “but the bottom line was…Well.”

“I think it’s a [obvious],” and he held out the pink [Love Ball] towards the ginger. 

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“LUCAS,” and it was obvious he was embarrassed if the pink tint across the bridge had any indication, after all he had [shoved] a Legendary at the other during their previous encounter and [ran] for it the moment Lucas had gotten a secure grip, “I need a favor done..”

He lifted up the egg in the plant-weaved basket in his hands, carefully moving so he could block any direct sunlight from hitting it. “Can you take care of this one for me? Luken’ll get mad if I keep it,” and he knew, he was not supposed to be [breeding] Pokémon without supervision, especially none of [that] caliber.

“I’ll get in trouble if you don’t take it from me.”

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“IENZO,” and he actually was rather pleased to see the scientist, after all they have not spoken in a while, all the while lightly rubbing at the Pokémon’s ears, the one beside him. “We’re actually trying to find a trainer for this little girl right here,” he explained, looking up into steel eyes. “Well, unless you want her for whatever reason,” he added on, slowly moving until he stood tall.

“So, how are you?”

Meme.

A smile marked his countenance as he watched the Ghost-Dragon roar in glee over something or another, he had learned not to ask about things, but he did place a hand on one of Giratina’s legs to give them a pat.

“That’s good to hear, which means progress doesn’t it?” He questioned, waiting until Giratina swung their head his way, “way to go,” or something.

[/NERVOUS SWEATING.]

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