Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 11, 2015 17:31:19 GMT
"I'll have to wait and see, but along with Broski, we can do anything." Splintered was the road ahead as it led off to two separate venues. On one side he could visit Oldale Town and recuperate his pokemon, on the other was another path heading back into the wilds. I guess... this is good-bye for now? Dmitri brought out his notebook, fumbling over the pages.
"Oh, this? Well sometimes ya just need something to write on, or about! I've always loved writing, though it all started with trying to learn a new language." He flipped through a few pages, showing notes where he jotted down scraps of information about pokemon he barely glimpsed before they escaped, and the names of places he passed through. A few verses came up, leftovers from a scrap of poetry Dmitri never finished. The book snapped shut before the words became clear, but the stanza bars made it obvious.
"Sometimes, even poetry. Or maybe a short story to tease Broski with. He loves a good bedtime tale. Ah but, here I am being such a dork." Dmitri rubbed his neck, embarrased, but he felt Andrea wouldn't hold any prejudice against him for being literary. She was the one who seemed so interested in his notebook, after all.
"I like you, too. Hopefully next time we have more time to chat. Be seeing you!~" He trotted off, his bag and hips swaying as he jogged for the PokeCenter. Gotta get Broski back in fighting shape, or Andrea will just snowball the advantage she has over me already. The loss had gotten to him considering the matchup favored Broski, but he felt it was something in himself that needed resolved. Dmitri didn't blame Broski; he couldn't.
"Oh, this? Well sometimes ya just need something to write on, or about! I've always loved writing, though it all started with trying to learn a new language." He flipped through a few pages, showing notes where he jotted down scraps of information about pokemon he barely glimpsed before they escaped, and the names of places he passed through. A few verses came up, leftovers from a scrap of poetry Dmitri never finished. The book snapped shut before the words became clear, but the stanza bars made it obvious.
"Sometimes, even poetry. Or maybe a short story to tease Broski with. He loves a good bedtime tale. Ah but, here I am being such a dork." Dmitri rubbed his neck, embarrased, but he felt Andrea wouldn't hold any prejudice against him for being literary. She was the one who seemed so interested in his notebook, after all.
"I like you, too. Hopefully next time we have more time to chat. Be seeing you!~" He trotted off, his bag and hips swaying as he jogged for the PokeCenter. Gotta get Broski back in fighting shape, or Andrea will just snowball the advantage she has over me already. The loss had gotten to him considering the matchup favored Broski, but he felt it was something in himself that needed resolved. Dmitri didn't blame Broski; he couldn't.
LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE
andrea warren
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