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"N-n-no! No stun-spore! Or sleeping-powder! Or whatever it's called! Just... NONE OF THAT.

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The bug-type pokemon just.... well, if he could laugh, he would be doing that.

"It's not... it's not funny! Scaring a grown man like that!" the blond dude(yes, dude, k?) moped. He had to admit, that's a little pathetic of him, but you would be scared, too, if your Butterfree just randomly turned on you, right?

"Freee." The pokemon's reply was short.

"Wha... WHAT? Don't tell me your hungry again, God dayum it!" He grumbled unhappily. It was obvious that he couldn't actually understand the pokemon, but he could guess, right? "I thought that... with the cupcake stealing... and the! Noooo. No food for you! As a matter o'fact, I don't even have any food thanks to you, you little cupcake-stealer![/b]"

Okay, that was true, but it had happened a long time ago. Like, when this Butterfree was a Caterpie and the trainer was a little kid. It was simple - he had been strolling through the forest(he doesn't remember which), just happily eating a cupcake(oh, yes, cupcakes~) when the pokemon jumped at him and attacked him for it. He hadn't meant to actually catch the pokemon, but he had, anyways. By mistake, of course.

"You know what? Just... just return, Cupcake(such a manly name, oooh~). I'm fed up with you right now,[/b]" he muttered, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. A red light flashed from the pokeball and the cupcake-obsessed(lulz) Butterfree was gone. He slipped the pokeball into his bag(which isn't a man-purse, kthx) and turned around.

"Aha!" He blinked, seeing the girl near the fire. What was a girl doing out here? And alone at that(that's ttly not perverted, aha)? "Yo! You there! You mind if I... uhh, what is it that you young people say nowadays- NOT THAT I'M NOT YOUNG. But, uhhh... mind if I come and... chill by that fire of your's? I admit that it can get pretty cold around here - especially with the temperature of that water, eh?[/b]" Okay, he had to admit - he was rambling. But, that didn't matter did it? He didn't believe in "first impressions", anyways.

Hopefully, this girl would be quick with her answer - or else he'd just do what he wanted, anyways.

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“I-I don’t care.” Blue stuttered, still freezing cold from North’s love. “Do-do whatever.” Slowly, Blue nodded over at the opposite side of the fire, not wanting to move much otherwise. The teenage girl had wrapped herself up with a thin blanket, though, when that didn’t work, she made Aden and Gwynn come and sit besides her. Not that the Ponyta and Eevee helped much. They had both fallen asleep almost instantly, Aden’s head placed upon Blue’s lap and Gwynn inside Blue’s hat.

Suddenly, a loud grumble echoed through Blue’s stomach, signaling the group that she was hungry. A blush spread across Blue’s pale cheeks as she turned around to look in her bag, mumbling to herself about how much she hates cooking, “You hungry?” She said, glaring over at the man as she spoke. Not waiting for him to answer, Blue went back to her cooking, taking out her Pokémon’s food along with her cooking kit. “You guys hungry?” She whispered, filling four bowls with the food.

“What about your Pokémon?” Blue hissed, “Are they hungry?” She asked, nodding over at the man. A small smile appeared on her lips as she watched when Aden ran over to her bowl; North and Di following close behind. Gwynn, of course, started whining when Blue expected to her to feed herself. Before Blue picked up the little Eevee, Blue passed the man the bag, “Ju-Just feed them.”

A few minutes later, after feeding Gwynn, Blue stuck out her hand, finally introducing herself, “I’m Blue, by the way.” She whispered, putting her hat back on with her other hand.

ooc: It was SO not a fail! I was literally laughing out loud as I was reading your post. I mean, I should be apologizing. Sorry about the short post.

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"Ahhh, I see that you're cold.... or something," he mused. This must've been obvious to anyone; after all, she was shivering. But, he had to say it out loud, anyways. It wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

"Well, you can borrow my jacket if you want. And it's nothing like that, might I say, before you start jumping to conclusions. Because, eww, you're totally not my age and, um, I'm already married and, um.... this would displease Mrs. Palmer greatly and I would not like that because then she would be all I'MMA KILL YOU on me and- let's just keep this our little secret, yeah?" He smiled at the younger girl- woman? He wasn't sure of her age, that was for sure. Well, whatever. He slipped off his dark green jacket - it would probably be big on her, since it's sort of big on him, too - and held it out to her. She'd take it if she needed it right?

Well, then, she'd better take it fast. He didn't intend to stay here long. In fact, he never stayed anywhere long. Soon enough, if you stayed in one place long enough, everything seemed to slow down. And who wanted that? Not him, obviously-

Oh. His train of thought was interrupted when she introduced herself, "Uhh, nice to meetcha, Blue. I'm... well, why don't I have you guess? I happen to be famous, don'tcha know? And, speaking of fame... hmm... I really should start working on a special famous-person pose that every famous person seems to have.... huh," he rambled, reaching out with his free hand to shake hers. Then he pulled away and chuckled(he's too MANLY for laughing, duhhhh).

"I'm hungry, yeah. Food would be epic win," he nodded. "And, no! My pokemon are evil. Bad, bad, BAD. No food for them at the moment. Unless you wanna do the honors of feeding Cupcake, ahahaha..." he muttered, the last part quieter than the rest.

"Oh, by the way, I see that you aren't all too friendly, are you?

[/b]" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because, judging by the way you've spoken to me so far, I don't find that very kind; more like hostile. And if you continue to speak to me with that tone of voice, I'm afraid that I'mma have to fine you, alright?"

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no, no.
quality over quantity, right? ... or something like that.
and, stoppit~ you're just trying to be nice. x3
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Blue rolled her eyes, nodding her head as she spoke, “Extremely.” The man was rather naive, or so it would seem. It was almost painful to watch him jump from topic to topic, offering her his jacket to talking about his wife. Though, the jacket part was just awkward. “No. No thank you. I’ll be fine.” She whispered, pushing the jacket away. She wasn't going to wear his green coat. “Let’s not cause any drama with the wife.” Blue said, her tone even quieter then before. It seemed like she was joking… Almost like she was trying to be friendly. “B-but it'll be our secret.” Her hands moved up to her forearms as she spoke, rubbing them in attempt to warm herself.

As she went back to her cooking, Blue couldn’t help but smile at the man’s introduction. Was she supposed to know who he was though? “You’re… famous?” Blue whispered, taking out a small spoon from her cooking kit, “I’m sorry but I really don’t know who you are.” Her shoulders fell into a shrug, looking over her shoulder as she continued to speak, “What are you famous for? (a pedophile, perhaps?) I might figure out who you are if I know what you’ve done?”

She was silent after that, concentrating on the noodles that she was attempting to make over the open fire. She knew very well that they were going to turn out… gross, possibly over or under cooked, but she felt the need to try. It wasn’t going to be only her eating tonight.

“Wait,” Blue said, once she heard the name of one of his Pokémon, “Y-your Pokémom’s name is… Cupcake?!” After that, Blue started laughing hysterically. Not ever before had she heard of a name as atrocious as that. Sure, she’s met a few people who named their Pokémon… Fluffy, or Petunia, but she had never heard of a grown man naming their Pokémon Cupcake, “T-that’s hilarious!” Blue shrieked, wiping a tear away from her eye.

Unfortunately, however, the noodles had overcooked during Blue’s giggle-fit. When she tried to save their dinner, she realized that the attempt was futile, “Oh, whoops,” She whispered, cutting the boiled together noodles in half, “Um, which side do you want?” Blue asked, offering the man two plates. Though the dinner was embarrassing, Blue couldn’t help but smile.

Blue ignored his last remark, her smile disappearing as he called her hostile, “I’m not hostile.” She hissed, running her fingers through the ends of her hair, “I’m just… selective of who I talk to.” She didn’t know how else to put it. Sure, Blue probably was pretty hostile, but that wasn’t something that she was going to let anyone else say. Of course she didn’t expect anyone to put up with her behavior, but at least she was talking to him. She had, after all, offered him a meal. The ending result in the food made no difference.

“You can’t fine me,” Blue contradicted, “What gives you the authority? I, in fact, am going to fine you!” She called out, throwing her hands in the air as she spoke, “Y-yeah, I’m going to fine you for… For talking to strangers.” With that, Blue nodded, smiling up at the man when she finished speaking. It was now obvious that she was just playing… It was also obvious that she was having fun.

ooc: No! No I'm not trying to be nice, it was a good post. And, hah, new font color. I've decided that the other one was hard to read. Tell me if it's any better?

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"Well, then, that's fine, too, I guess," he shrugged, letting the jacket fall to the ground. He didn't care if it got dirty - as long as it wasn't his hair, he was okay. Because absolutely nothing should be able to mess with his epic hair.

"You're lucky that you don't know my wife, thank God. She's a mess. Part wife, part monster, part killer. Honestly, I never can remember why I hooked up with her...

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"Yeah, thanks, I think. Secrets are quite bad, but we'll make an exception this time, for me," he nodded. "Although, you should keep it, no matter what, anyways. Because if Mrs. Palmer finds out, you're going down with me. Just a warning."

It was hard to tell if this girl was joking or not. Because one minute she was kidding and the next she was making fun of him and the next she was all serious. Weird.

Palmer almost choked on his words as he spoke, "You... you don't know... who I... I am...? I... Palmer! The battle tower leader and frontier brain of Sinnoh! I... I... Unbelievable!" He tried to ignore the fact that she... she had just.. sort of, insulted him?

"Yes! Yes, his name is Cupcake, okay? When I was younger, he almost killed me for a Cupcake, while Quickster ran off highly afraid. You wanna another name to make fun of? I also have a Milotic named Sparkles. My wife named it when we were younger, I swear it. Just, don't make fun of my pokemon, only their names," He frowned at her.

He shrugged and randomly selected one of the plates - the one on the right. "I... I don't think it matters. They both look... delicious,[/b]" he lied, trying to make her feel better.

"Really? Well, you seem pretty hostile to me, kiddo," he said flatly and then frowned.

"You... You can't fine me! I am the master of fining! I own fining as a matter of fact! I do have the authority! I do, I do, I do! And... I'll fine you... I'll fine you for..." he paused, searching for something he could fine her for, "for... for making fun of Cupcake! And for... fining me, the best trainer ever!"

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sure, sure. x3
though, i could read the font color before, it is better now. :3
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Blue nodded, watching as the jacket fell to the ground. It was polite of him to offer the jacket, but he was still a random guy that she just met. It would have been... weird accepting the jacket.

A small wind blew over the beach, causing the fire to flicker and her hat to fall to the ground. Not thinking, Blue left it there, watching as Gwynn ran over to jump into the fabric. A few minutes later, the little Eevee was fast asleep.

“You loved her, didn’t you?” Blue asked, her tone hushed, “That’s why you hooked up with her. No matter how she might act sometimes, it’s obvious that you still care for her.” She smiled at this, remembering and old memory about her parents. Even though they were a bit erratic and idiotic at times, it was obvious that they still cared for each other, and Blue, a lot. “But, hey, if your wife catches us, I’m running.”

“O-oh, ok?” Blue said, still confused, “I think I’ve heard of you… Palmer?” Slowly, the memory started to come back. She had heard of him on the news once, and, at the time, she had planned to try to battle him at some point. Unfortunately, Blue never got around to visiting Sinnoh.

She started to giggle, once again when Palmer named his other Pokémon, “Y-yeah, some ‘frontier brain’,” Blue said, “Hah, Sparkles!” She continued, shaking out her hair as she spoke. This man was quite a character, and it wasn’t hard to start to warm up to him. “Ok, ok, I won’t make fun of your Pokémon.” Blue whispered, calming down.

A smile spread across her lips once again, as she started to eat her own plate of mush, “Yum,” She whispered before she took her first bite, hesitantly putting the food into her mouth. If she weren’t so hungry Blue would have probably just thrown it out, but, to her surprise, the noodles were… tolerable.

“Whatever.” Blue hissed, pushing her bangs out of her face, “Think what you want.” She added, now whispering. She knew that she was hostile, that was what she was aiming for, after all. Blue had no clue why she bothered disagreeing with him.

Blue quickly shook her head, “Remember? I wasn’t making fun of Cupcake. I was just making fun of her name,” She shrugged as she took another bite of her pasta, “And I don’t think that the second reason is very… legitimate.”

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"Well..." he said softly, pausing to think, "...huh. Well, when you put it that way, hell no! She threatened me, I swear it. Then we fell in love. It's not a win-win situation, I think. All she does is nag me nowadays. 'Come home, it's your turn to do the dishes and to do more naggy boring stuff, eeeeh'. It's pretty annoying. She forces me to do other things, too, and sometimes I wonder who's the man in this relationship. Hell, she even forced me to have a kid," he rambled. Again.

"You're... you're just gonna ditch me....? If she catches us, I mean...? Ah, wow," he mused, blinking. "... Good girl. She's a killer. It's good to run. I'd probably ditch you, too, no offense." He shrugged.

"Yes, yes... all of my fangirls must know who I am, or else they wouldn't be fangirls," he muttered to himself. Then he added, for her, "Yeah! That's me, of course. Though, if you're wanting a battle, you're gonna have to wait," he said, closing that topic off already.

"Yeah, well... If you think I'm not such a 'frontier brain' wait until you meet the others! Especially..." he shuddered, "...The Ick. I could take you to see her one day, you know, if you'd like that. She's scary, though.

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"And, yeah, 'Sparkles'. My wife thought that when she was in the sun - and wet, duh - she sparkled. So, that's how she got her name, okay? I don't think it's bad that they have girly names... Is it? And, good, thanks," he nodded, glad to be rid of that.

"Yes, I will think what I want, because everyone's entitled to their own opinion, yeah?" He pointed out, shrugging again. He didn't bother eating his food, because, well, he'd been living off of simple snack foods and berries and such for a while. You'd expect him to be happy about having a meal, then. But, quite frankly, he couldn't even remember if he was allergic to any foods, and which foods, so he wasn't taking chances.

"But... still, you don't see me making fun of your name, Bluey," he said, frowing. "Plus, my rules don't have to be... 'legitimate'," he added.
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Blue shrugged as he started to rant, not really caring about what he had to say. She could tell that he did love her, even with his many complaints. “Do you know what I think, Palmer?” Blue started to say, “I think that you do love her, no matter what you have to say. If you didn’t you could have easily left her years ago… Not that I’m suggesting that or anything!” She had more to say, of course, but she felt like she should stop there. For the moment, at least. Instead, she remained silent, listening to her Kingdra and Dragonair play in the water, “Oh come on,” She said tiredly, listening to the last words of his rant, “How could your wife force you to have a kid? It was your choice to pull down your pants, buddy.” Rolling her eyes, Blue ate another bite of her pasta, this time gagging as she swallowed the gooey dinner.

She nodded quickly as he spoke, “I would stand up for you if, you know, I knew you better.” Blue said, shrugging as she finished her sentence, “But I will not be a distraction so that you can avoid your wife. You can not make me.” Playfully sticking out her tongue, Blue giggled at his comment, “No offense taken… But wait, is there any way that your wife could find us?” Her tone sounded worried, almost afraid, though it was clear on her face that she was just having fun. Either way, Blue wouldn’t have cared if his wife found them or not. She had done nothing wrong.

“I don’t want a battle?” She asked, looking over at the older man, confused, “I’m here to relax. Besides, it was you that came up to me, remember?” A small smile appeared on her face, taking another bite of her meal absentmindedly, “Gross.” She gagged, putting the plate down besides her.

She had nothing to say to what he said next. After all, Blue had no clue who ‘The Ick’ was. If she was that famous, Blue’d probably know who she was too, “Thanks?” She mumbled, not knowing what else to say to his offer, “That’s… really nice of you?”

With a roll of her eyes, Blue looked back over at the fading ocean, the colors disappearing along with the light. The only shades of colors that could be seen were the shadows of her Pokémon, who were enjoying the time in the water when they could. “What Pokémon do you have?” Blue asked, looking over at the man unconsciously. Blue wasn’t even really wondering, she had just ended up asking the question.

A short laugh escaped Blue’s throat as Palmer explained the reason behind his girly names, “T-that’s impressive Palmer.” She giggled, shaking her head softly. Blue had decided that she wasn’t going to say anything more about the topic, though he was making it rather hard. A Milotic wasn’t supposed to be named Sparkles, after all, “It’s not… bad.” She whispered, “Just, um, different?”

She had also decided that she was done talking about her personality. The man could say what he wanted, and Blue did realize that he was so very correct. Blue just wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. Besides, her personality wasn’t that bad. She just didn’t want to have to put up with all the idiots that usually tried to talk to her. Her hostility usually pushed them away.

Blue snorted at his final insult, rolling her eyes once again before she replied, “Psh, you’re not making fun of my name because that’d give me an open opportunity to mock yours, Palmer.” She laughed as she said his name, even though Palmer wasn’t actually all that bad of a name. “Yes they do!” Blue called out, throwing her hands up into the air as he spoke, “That’s the very definition of legitimate! Conforming to the rules!” The man was making absolutely no sense, and it seemed like he didn’t even know it.

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[/b][/color]" Why was it that he had the thought that she was, in fact, suggesting it despite what she said. That she wanted him to leave his wife and be sin- or maybe he was just overreacting.

"Never mind that... AND, NO, IT MOST DEFINITELY WAS NOT MY CHOICE. She... She had me on drugs or something, I swear it! ...that explains why the kid's so messed up, I know it! And don't you tell me that that isn't true because you weren't there, so you wouldn't know!" He actually hadn't intended to say that last part, but he accidentally said it, apparently(which means that it totally wasn't an accident, he just had to be right or else his ego would be highly damaged).

"Oh. That's too bad that you don't know me that well, then, because, and I'm not trying to sound wimpy here, I would like it if someone stood up to my wife, you know? And just said something like "Nooo, go away' or something." He nodded, realizing how wimpy that sounded, but trying to ignore it. "Haha. I think you're forgetting who's the bigger person here. I could most definitely make you do something," he shrugged.

"I... I don't know. She could find us, I think, maybe. Uh... maybe.... she might have some tracker pokemon thing at her house and, like, dig up one of my old socks - not that they're smelly enough, oh no(liarrr) - and track me down.. Huh.." He mused, considering.

"Yeah, whatever, I remember," he shrugged. "and, yeah... I will take you to see her, as a matter of fact. I will and you can't say no, or else I'll fine you," he decided.

He was sort of surprised by her sudden question - why did she want to know about his pokemon? "Umm... well, I only have three pokemon with me. And those are Sparkles, Cupcake, and Quickster - a Dragonite." He explained.

"Impressive is good. So is different, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Then he shrugged again, seeing that she clearly wasn't going to answer his earlier comment in a quick manner - much less a manner at all. He had to admit, that upset him a bit.

"What's there to mock about, Bluey?" He snorted. There was nothing to make fun of about his name... right? Unless she knew of the whole Palm-tree thing. And, even if she did, she'd better not bring that up.

"Well, not according to my rules, alright? My rules.. are... well, I only have three rules right now, but, still... I think they should be followed," he crossed his arms, not satisfied with her answer(and, of course, everything has to satisfy him).
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Blue rolled her eyes as he spoke, defending his side of the story. It was odd that the man couldn’t just admit that he did have some sort of feelings for his wife, but his arguments did make some sense. It was hard for her to find a loophole in what he was saying– to try to find some sort of evidence that he did love his spouse. But it seemed like he took everything that she said and twisted it around.

“Yes really.” She spat, shaking her head at his comments. This man was inconceivable, “Palmer,” Blue whispered, running her fingers through her long bangs, “That is not a very nice thing to say.” It was a very lame comeback, but what he said was… breathtaking. And not in a good way. “I bet the only reason that your son might be so messed up is because it got half of his genes from you.” As she spoke, Blue pointed at the older man, glaring at Palmer as she continued to speak, “You’re right though. I wasn’t there, thankfully, so I wouldn’t know. I don’t have any sort of evidence that your wife forced you to have a kid or not.” Her shoulder rose to a shrug, his words still echoing through her head. Honestly, it was amazing that a father would say something like this.

And his comments just seemed to be getting better. Was he actually asking her to stand up to his wife? Was he seriously wishing that a seventeen-year-old girl would tell his wife to leave him alone? That’s just… stunning. “You are such a wimp Palmer!” She yelled, “I can’t believe that you’d ask me to ask your wife to leave you alone. Why don’t you just do it?!” Blue’s eyes grew wide as she spoke, “Arrg.” She grumbled, resting her head in the palms of her hands. The older man was giving her a headache.

“You wouldn’t be able to make me do anything.” She hissed, peeking up at the man through her fingers, “Or, at least, I’d seriously doubt it.” Blue had gotten out of a number of things before and Palmer wasn’t any different. In fact, his request would probably be easier to get out of then the most of the things that she’s managed to avoid before.

Blue shook her head against her fingertips, “I don’t think that she’d be that desperate to find you Palmer.” She whispered, quiet enough so that he wouldn’t hear… hopefully. In a louder tone, Blue continued speaking, “That seems very unlikely. Though, of course, I wouldn’t know. Maybe you left, like, a hairbrush at your house and she’ll just use a strand of hair to find you.” She fake gasped as she spoke, lifting her head to bring a hand to her mouth. “Or ma-maybe you left your toothbrush there! Then she could use the bite marks on the plastic to trace your teeth and find you that way!” Now, she was just having fun.

“Oh noes,” She said, “Oh please, please, please mighty Palmer! Don’t fine me!” Sarcasm oozed with every word that she said, though a small smile appeared on her face as she spoke. It was surprisingly easy to be around the egotistic man. “But, I guess, that that’s something that I have to look forward to?” Once again, Blue had no clue who ‘The Ick’ was, so it was hard to fake her excitement.

Blue listened quietly as the man named his Pokémon. Even though the names were fairly pathetic, the types of Pokémon that he owned were impressive. It was hard enough to evolve her old Dratini into the Dragonair that she owned today, so she could only imagine what it was like to evolve his Pokémon into a Dragonite, “Wow.” She whispered, her eyes wide with shock, “Im-impressive Palmer.” Blue said, nodding in approval as she spoke. Though, truth be told, Blue probably shouldn’t be surprised by his powerful Pokémon. He was, after all, the leader of the Battle Tower, “I must say that I’m rather jealous.” She whispered, admitting how she felt at the moment.

“Impressive is good,” Blue whispered. Well, it would have been good if she had meant it, “Though, I’m not too sure about different. I-I guess that it could be good.” She didn’t really feel like saying anything more, not wanting to get into another argument with Palmer.

She glared at the man as he remarked on her name, once again, “Blue is such a better name then Palmer.” Blue hissed, knowing that she wasn’t going to win this one, “I mean, come on! Blue is such a pretty color. What does Palmer mean?! It reminds me of… Palm trees! And palm trees aren’t pretty. At all.” She shook her head as she spoke, trying to avoid looking at the man, “They’re just skinny trees... Th-they’re gangly!”

Blue looked at the man in disbelief, her smile completely disappearing from her lips, “Well, Palmer,” She said, surprisingly calm, “I don’t know what to follow if you have only three, unknown rules.” She couldn’t think of anything calmer to say. It was hard not to blow up on his stupidity. It took everything that she had to try to keep her tone quiet, “Besides Palmer,” Blue continued, “I’m sure that your three rules aren’t legitimate either way.” She nodded with that, staring over at the man when she finished speaking.

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[/i],[/color]" he frowned, "you just insulted me and that's not a very nice thing to say, either. That... slowpoke is not even related to me. Or, at least, he doesn't seem like it. At all." It's not like he actually meant that he totally meant that and, when it comes to that, his mind is never gonna change about it.

"Yeah, well.... if you don't do it, that'll make you a wimp, too, because it proves that you're scared. So, no calling me a wimp, Bluey," he countered. Sure, it didn't exactly make sense, but it didn't have to. It might as well confuse her, buying him the time to change the subject.

"Haha. No, seriously? You doubt me?" He chuckled; if he wanted, he could kidnap this girl right now and there would've been nothing she could do about it. Her pokemon? They wouldn't be able to help her. With his stronger and bigger pokemon, he'd be able to destroy her's.... not that he would, anyways. "You really shouldn't doubt people you hardly know, you know," he finally concluded.

"Huh?" What else had she said? He hadn't heard it completely, but something about being desperate was certainly in there. W-was she calling him desperate? No way was he, Palmer, desperate. Except when it came to him losing to The Ick in a poker game; then he was desperate. "Hairbrush? I don't use one of those--- but, ohcrapyou'reright!" He barely managed to get that out. His wife wouldn't come after him, would she.....?

"Well, that's more like it. But, anyways, you'd better look forward to it, because I'm about to leave," he nodded, chuckling again, "so, I need to know: are you coming or not?"

He bent down to pick the jacket that had previously been dropped off the ground. He didn't bother to dust it off, though. That would take too long. "Hmm.... oh? Jealous?" he grunted as he stood up again. "I guess you would be... well, hey, maybe one day I'll let you see him." It wouldn't hurt to do that, would it? Unless it took a long time, then... N-no. It would be a quick, um, seeing.

"Whaaa... what? Blue isn't pretty! People change that color when they're choking! That's not pretty!" he said rather awkwardly. "Besides.... Palmer means something besides just 'palm trees'. Plus, how do you know that the trees weren't named after me, rather than me being named after them? Not to mention that I'm not skinny nor gangly!"

He ignored her last statement and instead turned and began to walk away, towards the town again. "If you're coming, hurry up. I'm not waiting, you slowpoke!" His pace then quickened until it was at normal speed--- she'd better be a pretty fast runner if she wanted to catch up.
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