“Don’t let them hear you say that...” There’s a haunting laugh in the distance.

He’d protect her! Not that THAT would help anything. Pat pat. “I’m sorry for Glalie. . .” Cryogonal is silent. Deadly silent. But they like to make noise from their Pokéballs.

“Uhm. No not really. Just when... it knows it’s being talked about.” Another one, this time quieter and less sinister. “Now it’s listening. . .”

Trees ARE nice. Garchomp plays fetch with trees.

Incoming mid-jump high five! Of e p i c p r o p o r t i o n s !

He’s just a boy.

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

He folds a piece of paper in half and sets it on Garchomp’s head like a hat. ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED’ is written on it in sharpie.

“No boys allowed where!” He and Garchomp put their hands on their hips at the same time.

She was a punk. He did ballet. ... Wait.

NO I MADE IT BETTER

He’s red. Yeah, it does look better on her.

☤; deepthoughts, with a 14 y/o