[attr="class","witness"]"Well I mean, she's not that pretty either Pree."

The new nickname for Priam flows from his tongue as if its second nature. He shrugged his shoulders before thinking something over, Marcel in general, and letting out a sigh as he tossed out a pokeball to reveal his choice: Noct.

A few flaps of her wings later and the noctowl has stretched enough, laying her keen eyes on the opponent before her. She snorts, mostly, before immediately -- out of habit when she's thrown from her ball -- using her reflect and flapping her wings to get herself airborne.

"Alright Priam, I don't care what happens, but if you make that thing explode so harshly I get knocked on my ass, I'll knock you on your ass!"

priam conrad

[attr="class","witness"]Luckily his noctowl hadn't been anywhere near the damn thing, having taken a higher ground possibly because she was smarter than the fucktards on the ground howling in pain.

Said fucktard groaned and threw his fist on the ground, gritting his teeth. He had cuts and nicks in various places.

"Dammit Priam! I have a date tonight man! FUCK!"

Despite his words, and anger, he's also laughing. Because it wasn't even Priam's damn fault. What a mess this kid was. Abner enjoyed the chaos that followed him.

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[attr="class","witness"]"I don't need your fuckin' stories to get laid, Priam."

That's probably exactly what he'd do. Or he'd just shrug his shoulders and be like, 'what when did those get there?' before changing the subject... maybe Stormy Silph would dote on him if he had the cuts and bruises.

After sitting up, Abner groaned and stretched before making his way over to Priam. He was sure to kick the forretress before bending over Priam and looking him over.

"You should go see a chiropractor, though. Shit's probably all misaligned. I know that's where I'm headed..."

Noct perched herself atop the forrettress and gave it a peck before she began preening her feathers.

priam conrad

[attr="class","witness"]"Oh shit, didja break yourself man?"

Abner's features fell from teasing to actually ... it wasn't concern but it wasn't like he wanted Priam to be hurt. Whatever's in-between that, that's what Abner's feeling, maybe.

"Marcel's gonna bite my fuckin' head off. Don't tell him about this, okay? He's already on my ass about fight club."

He mumbled while helping Priam stand and beginning to wobble their way toward the pokemon center. Like a good girl, Noct followed behind them in the air, keeping her eye out just in case she had to be a badass for them.

priam conrad

[attr="class","witness"]"I already told him we were on a mission and that mostly you came up with the idea, inspired by the violence around you that I wasn't causing."

Or something like that. He couldn't really remember. Fuck, Priam got bashed pretty badly. That's all Abner was really thinking about.

"But fuck Marcel, alright? Let's get you checked into the hospital and I'll even pay. Cause, if he finds out you were there, we're fucked."

He'd probably find out anyway. That phrase, 'big brother is watching?' Marcel's big brother and he's got a bunch of little rocket shits always on the look out for the next big scoop. Damn him.

priam conrad - fin