Post by Jack Bogard on Aug 7, 2015 6:03:02 GMT
truth be told...
"Ah yeah..."Jack moaned in satisfaction—a colorless stream of urine trickling down the bark of a tree blocking the blistering heat of the summer sun. Standing directly behind the white-haired boy stood his trusted Sawk—the azure fighter watching ever so vigilant as his Trainer and best friend "handled business". Jack looked over his shoulder as the stream began to slow, golden eyes fixated on the uptight fighter adjusting his karate belt accordingly.
"Relax, breh. We out here on dis'ole' road just the two of us, yup. Take a chill pill n' enjoy yer'self, bud."
The boys thick country accent echoed through the trees as he zipped up—only after shaking his leg like some stray mutt, of course. The pugilist turned around to face the Fighting-Type with a snaggletooth grin. He sported only baggy khaki shorts, a black bandana wrapped around the neck, expensive running shoes, and a giant hiker traveling bag—yup, the very ones in the video-game!
"Les' go, breh. The Elite Four ain't gonna' beat dey'selves, nope!"
He strolled past the Fighting-Type with the swagger of a king as he continued down the main road.
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