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[attr="class","wiingtop4"]Your booty shaking, you know, Your head has no right to say no

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A bit clueless to the Rocket's powerplays, or most of what they had been up to, she only really knew stories. She heard them growing up, and luckily she had left home to become a idol before Kanto fell, even though her parents wanted her to stay. Her parents had gone to Alola, where they had family and were to take over something, she never listened when they went into snob mode. It was apparently safe there, she knew enough about Rocket to know not to join them at least, now she was trying to help as much as she could. Most people didn't write her off as just a cadet, but as a kid, like a 10yr old.[break][break]

Oddly enough she was able to buy a house, if she saved up, but her Arcanine usually ruined that plan. So she didn't really have a place to live. Most of the time she stayed with friendly people in the town she currently was in. So she could feel a great deal of sympathy for many of these refugees, and it was another reason she didn't go around flashing her money.[break][break]

On top of all that, apparently you could help clean the area up, considering she had nothing better to do she decided to drop in. Usually Thomas could be seen around these parts, perhaps he would be cleaning or guarding the place? Deciding to drop by, she looked around, the apartments were a mess, it was a shame really. Suddenly she saw Pokemon heading in her direction with some furniture. Either someone else was working in the building, or perhaps Thomas was here indeed.[break][break]

Careful not to get in the Pangoro and Chesnaught's way, she walked into the doorway. She saw it was indeed Thomas hard at work, silently cleaning the graffiti from the wall. Looking around she tried to find a way. Like most people who cleaned, she got distracted, quicker than anyone in the history of ever. Finding a sheet she looked at it for a moment before leaping around the room. The sound of a sheet breaking the silence, the silence in between graffiti being cleaned, the furniture being taken away.[break][break]

Suddenly she heard Thomas ask how are you fairing not expecting him to turn and talk, she let out a eeep and tripped. From her place on the floor with the sheet slowly falling to cover her, a muffled A-Okay, Tom the Bomb could be heard. She laid there for a moment, getting up after a few moment. Sitting up on her knees the sheet remained on her shoulders. Noticing she shrugged it off, and finally stood. Lucky, I can't wear a ponytail. She said as she walked over to him. Giving him a poke in the ribs when she reached him. Anything I can help with? I can braid your hair. She said with a grin.[break][break]

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IDK words

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Esme is going to cause havoc lol. The Esme's Box so to speak.

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Had he still been Pancham, she would have likely Reconized Brutus right away. These days everyone was trading Pokemon like it was going out of fashion. Some people had attachments and simply got the evolution. She while the Pangoro seemed familiar, her typical energetic self, avoided getting in the way of the busy Pokemon, and went towards where she was about to cause her typical chaos.[break][break]

Thomas was always nice about what was seen as troublemaking. Others would have thrown her out, or would be more wary of her. It likely was because he knew her, and knew she didn't mean as much harm that she appeared. She smiled at Thomas as he asked if she was okay, and followed up that he mistook her for someone else. His partner was going to be arriving late.[break][break]

Oh I am fine, you know it's my typical clumsy. She then looked up at him, tall as ever, Ayyye embrassment looks good on you Tom. She teased him lightly. Had she been tall enough she would poked a cheek, she could only poke his stomach, short as she was. At him mentioning all the work tht needed done she nodded with a smile. Sure! She had been playing with the tarp after all. Grabbing it she quickly laid it down where it seemed to be needed.[break][break]

He mentioned goggles, marks, and coveralls in the lobby, so she ran with a skip in her step into the lobby. Grabbing the supplies she needed. It took a moment to get set up, but soon she zoomed back into the room. Hey you're tall as ever. Let me get the parts you can't reach! Like a monkey she attempted to climb up his back, settled she gave a giggle. So this is what it feels to be tall.[break][break]

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IDK words

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Tis shorter ^^

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Esme would never, even in her over friendly nature, climb just anyone like a tree. Her friendship with Thomas made it so she felt comfortable to be her weirdest self. He knew her anyways, before she knew to rein it in, so it was pointless to try and act normal. She felt like the feeling was mutual. Thomas was so serious all the time, and she hardly saw him smile. It seemed when they got together though, he would at least chuckle a little or smile. Which in turn made her happy.[break][break]

At his suggestion of setting up painter's tape along the tops and botoms of the walls, she nodded. Right now it made sense to do the tops, where It would be easy enough being a small as she was. She had a roll of tape around her wrist from her goofy actions, now it was coming in handy. She started to place the tape where it needed to be, and later she was short enough to put it on the bottom, without hurting her back. It was perfect. Right now she was able to make it so no ladder was needed.[break][break]

So what happened to your friend that was suppose to help? He is beyond late. She said with curiosity as she worked, not that she minded hanging out with her friend, all while helping people. After she helped with the tape, she hoped down, easily enough like a monkey or a clumsy kitten. She started to tape the bottom, so that soon the walls could be primed, as she finnished where he left off. Singing a little tune while she worked, looking different but still dapper in overalls.[break][break]

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IDK words

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Sorry for the short and late reply.

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Considering her rather eccentric personality, she had that love me or hate me reaction, luckily so far she had more love me than hate me reactions. She liked to think she was making friends, not enemies. It was nice hanging around an old friend though, someone who knew her personally, yet didn't care that she came from a rich family.[break][break]

She'd like to think that she was helping out the best she could, at least they didn't have to stop to move the ladder, as Thomas was mobile. Once all the tape was in place the smell of primer filled the room, it was a weird smell considering she didn't paint or prime often. All the same she was enjoying herself, working to help those that needed it. She eyed the roller that had a extender, unlike Thomas, she couldn't reach that high. On top of that she didn't want to slow them down, climbing on his back worked for tape. However knowing her she would get primer in his hair or something. Holding a few different rollers, she came to find one she liked, which of course she had to wield like a weapon first.[break][break]

At hearing work came up for his partner she frowned. That is a shame. Even if he warned you. At him menioning the roller, she held it up triumpanly, Found it![break][break]

At being asked what she brought her here, she just shrugged before dipping the roller in primer. Boredom mostly. As I was walking by I heard noises so I came to check it out. Although I didn't expect you. She said with a giggle. To find an old friend was difficult.[break][break]

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IDK words

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Sorry for the short and late reply.

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Getting a chuckle from her friend due to her antics, she gave a wide smile of her own, Thomas had always been so serious. She felt her awkward and somewhat silly behavior at least wasn't a complete waste. It seemed to loosen him up and get him to be at least a little less serious.[break][break]

I couldn't leave you to do it by yourself, plus I find painting fun! She said still smiling, it was true, granted it was a wall and not a canvas. Though in her eyes anything could technically be a canvas. She doubled anyone who planned on living here wanted artwork on their walls, they would just be glad to have a place to stay in. A single color would be enough. She peeked at Thomas to make sure she was doing it right, she didn't mind getting dirty, but she did want to prime correctly.[break][break]

At Thomas speaking again, she didn't peek, but looked him straight on. Eyes to the ceiling after he spoke, she almost put a finger to her lips, but avoided getting primer on her lips. Yeah! I missed you. He continued to speak, and she lost her smile for a moment, I am sorry to hear that, I can understand you being busy. You always were a workaholic. Sorry about your relationship though. She hadn't ever had one, a proper one anyways, always being forced into potential marriages. Luckily she got away, she didn't want to marry a stranger.[break][break]

She perked up when he asked how she was doing, Ah well, its been good. I've been making a lot of friends. Friends my parents probably wouldn't agree with. Uh! No one bad. She clarified. Her parents just didn't think anyone not rich was worth her time, when honestly she should be the judge of that. The people she met were kind, that was more important than money. I met a gym leader who was super helpful, and a sweet guy who got me cake. I am enjoying my freedom. I hope my parents don't get fed up and drag me home... She said pouting. She really was having fun. I may become a gym leader to prove my worth to them. Wouldn't that be cool?! She asked with a excited smile.[break][break]

While Esme was a strange one, she didn't exactly find paint, or this case primer dry. At least any and all prior vandalism was gone. At Thomas' request she nodded. Alright! With that she took her tiny legs and dashed outside, going to make sure no one needed anything, and if they did she would assist them.[break][break]

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IDK words

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Any mistakes is due to my finger, apologizes.