Post by elias orion on Jun 7, 2019 19:08:37 GMT
|[attr="class","eliaspost"]you've proved yourself to be insubordinate and lacking in any skill whatsoever. you were meant to put on a performance, a happy face, and show the public that the league is on their side, that the league is doing everything in its power to help the people. and yet you've made public verbal attacks against one of our gym leaders, have ------------ and not only ----------- but ------------. on top of that, ----------|
his attention span is lacking. he understands the gist of why he's here, but the droll slap on the wrist he'd received had lasted over two hours. was he supposed to be expected to listen to someone yell at him for that long? no. he's worth too much to take that kind of verbal abuse.
ambrosia stands at his side, watching him scroll through his instagram feed while he waits for his introduction with the sootopolis gym leader. apparently he needs supervision now, and until he can 'get his shit together' he's been put under the supervision of miss. abbiati.
it's a pr stunt is all it is. he'd argued that they couldn't keep him prisoner, that there was no way in his contract.
the contract had proved otherwise.
after yelling at his agent for a good thirty minutes, he'd snappily hung up and pouted. ambrosia had been torn between giving him the cold shoulder for getting them in this mess (because the model did not have to go the extra mile and subtweet stormy silph on twitter after their fight) and for sympathizing with the league's ridiculous accountability protocol.
he stands in front of the ruins of the sootopolis gym now, fingers raking through his windblown sea-salt hair.
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