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[attr="class","bisc"]Biscotti never managed to tell Shalin what he actually thought. That every part of him was still put off by all that stuff she confessed. Especially the whole mad scientist thing. As a terminal case, he knew what it felt like to be poked and prodded at. But people were doing that to try and help him. Or, even better, help other kids. What she’d done was for power.

Still, his texts didn’t help. When she obtained her captain role, he even texted her a congratulations. Better than some other loser getting it. Though it wasn’t so much the words as a stupid gif from a show he thought she’d like. When Shalin sent him an invite to a job, the brunette frowned at his phone for a while. It wasn’t like he was good at stuff like that.

That message was set aside as he tended to a sudden lunch rush. Tongs clacked together in a test as he started slinging donuts.

By the time he remembered the message, Scotti was halfway through his shift. That meant he’d left her on read for four hours. For a second, he just stared at his screen. Any urge to try and bridge the misunderstanding washed away. Instead, he simply texted back: ‘See you then. Thanks.”.

After taking the wrong route initially, the teenager was racing up a path toward the rendezvous point. Even after tripling his roster, he’d forgotten to grab something he could ride. Sure, there was the Camerupt, but he could walk faster than that. So, when he arrived, the guy was huffing like a fairytale wolf. “Hey!” Biscotti wheezed. “How far is this place?”

Labrador eyes stare at the cart. “Seems like a lot of risk for the eggs.” Weren’t those meant to be fragile?


The two cats flanking him—one Zeraora and one Incineroar—offered up a wave. The former’s gesture though was more of a sassy salute.

nabi park

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