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Madeline McKenna
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POSTED ON Jul 20, 2023 2:43:33 GMT
[attr="class","samjertop"][attr="class","samjer"] [attr="class","samjermain"]  Madeline stared out at the fishing pond in front of her. After solving a rash of recent disappearances, the redhead took stock of the pond’s residents. And, as usual, the month ended with fewer water types than it started with. Sure, that was the point, but it sucked. Every month she either had to pick up some new Pokemon from a breeder or catch them herself. And, of course, there had to be something worth visiting for.It felt a lot like playing matchmaker. But a lot less wedded bliss and more fish meets ball. The trainer paid a few bucks for a chance at catching a new friend, and she lost whatever new bud she made. That wasn’t to say that everybody left though. Her shop’s pond had its fair share of curmudgeonly old grumps. Foremost among these were an ancient Basculegion, a silver-whiskered Magikarp, and a grey-streaked Buizel. Today, she set her sights on Fallarbor Town and the nearby Meteor Falls. The place was full of Pokemon who’d never left this cramped, damp hellhole. They tended to be pretty open to expanding their horizons. Best yet, these guys were free. After a few wrong turns, the ginger woman found herself staring up at one of the falls. From her bag, she pulled out a few bags of berry-based bait. One she handed to Yakuza. “Yakky, remember those aren’t for you.-” He wandered away. Before even passing the next rock, he was already dying his paws with juice. “Come on, man! It’s been like two seconds!” He turned to face her, cupping a paw against one ear—pretending not to hear her. “You know, that’d work a lot better if you hadn’t turned around, a-hole!” With a sigh and shrug, Madeline began to scatter crumbs from her berry harvest in the water. The expired protein bars just ended up gathering dust. And, for some reason, fish around here loved them. But what else could you expect from somebody who lived in a rock? “Blech!” The redhead turned to watch the badger toss something in the water. It probably was the Cheri blocks. The picky ass hated those things. She hoped it was all mixed up in there. [attr="class","samjerpoke"]       |
The redhead just sighed. “That mindset worries me.” It really did. “I wonder where they get it from.” But she’d sent pictures to her shitty exe before. More than a couple of them. Not that she ever understood why he wanted them. Before she figured out she was ace, it just felt like men were weird (and some women too). Fortunately, she wasn’t embarrassed if a few tit pics circulated out there. It was just some fat with a nip on it.
PATISSERIE HM RP
