i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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bad little boy [ m | castaway ]
POSTED ON Jun 29, 2019 2:38:16 GMT
Standing up straight, and probably more than a little satisfied with himself after having successfully punted the jerk across the yard, Riolu would roll back his shoulders.
He wasn't some weak-ass little punk that that kim cole-essam had thought he was. He was cool, confident, and strong.
But, unfortunately, he wasn't all that observant. Several younger Pokemon had begun to gather around, idolizing the fighting-type. He seemed to be swelling in pride a little bit, but working hard to not appear snotty. Avery had taught him to be humble and gentlemanly.
So, when the Rattata would charge him from behind with a quick attack, muttering about being ballsy, he wouldn't see it coming.
Well, technically he would, because a very shy little Wooper would speak up, startling him. Riolu merely wouldn't turn around in time.
"You really don't.." he'd pant in between, the wind having been knocked out of him entirely.. "give up, do you?"
The Riolu would stretch his back, rubbing some tweaked muscles in the process. That guy's skull was hard as a rock, man.
"What's the matter with you, anyway? You think you're a tough guy because you say some rude words and talk down to other Pokemon?"
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