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The second the phone in his hands Roman's peeling off the plastic and turning it on.

"Nope. I know how they work." he'd messed around with his mom's a few times.

When the screen lights up and the time is shown, he frowned.

"Oh, shit. My mom will be home soon." he glanced up to his uncle.

"I should, uh...probably head home."

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It only takes a brief look around the store for Roman to spot a phone he likes.

"That one."

He pointed to a particularly expensive-looking phone behind a glass case.

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"Oh yeah?" Roman growled, arms crossed over his chest.

"How do you plan to make me huh?" and then, to add insult into injury - Roman asked a painful question.

"You gonna hit me and drag me away?"

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Wait, what?

He couldn't just do that. His dad couldn't offer something and then just take it away like that. It wasn't fair.

"No." adamant, the young boy rooted himself in place. "I'm not going anywhere." if looks could kill, the glare Roman gave his father certainly would.

"You can't fuckin make me leave."

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"Stop telling me what to do." Roman ordered, "I'll talk how I want." what's wrong with a little fucking cursing anyway? All the cool kids did it. When they won, Roman pumped his fist and returned his Pokemon.

"It was nothing." he rubbed underneath his nose, "They were nasty old farts. An easy win." a wide, goofy smile sprawled across his lips.

The offer for ice cream had him tapping his feet.

"Sure, I guess."

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"Oh shit."

That actually worked. "Holy fuck, we beat it!" he boomed with obvious excitement. Emerald eyes narrowed onto the next target. "Po, do it again!" why mess with a good thing?

Rockruff charged forward, another ring of rocks circling rapidly around his body. Stone Edge ready to cut and tear into the flesh of the charging Pincurchin.

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Roman nodded, listening to his father's instructions.

Attack from a distance, okay. Did that just mean to keep spamming Rock Throw? The young boy frowned and considered his options. That didn't sound very fun though. Electricity surged through Rockruff's body and the puppy whined, shaking it off with a growl.

"Umm, Po use...uh...Stone Edge!" that had been one of the moves his dad had said.

Growling deeply, Rockruff bound toward the Elegross, rings of stone floating around his body as he bum rushed the Pokemon. You know, the exact opposite of what his dad had suggested they do.

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"Oh umm...okay." Howl seemed like a good move to use, right? Like a strong one.

"Po, use - "

And then the Hyper Voice hits and Roman's forced to cover his ears to combat the noise. "GAAH you crusty fucks!" the vulgar words come instinctively.

"Rock Throw!" the Rockruff barked and hurled out a sharp piece of rock at the nearest Pokemon.

Eldergross.

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"What? Just cause they're old and crusty?" he frowned but then smiled, "Hell yeah, we're gonna win!" and kick their old Pokemon up and down the sand.

Roman shook his head, "I brought Po." of course, he'd brought the puppy. It was his partner. No way he'd have his first battle without him.

He released the Rockruff from its Pokeball. Po barked, bounding toward Roman, front paws lifting to press against his leg. "No, Po. We're fighting." he pointed to the two Pokemon on the opposite side, and Rockruff followed his finger.

"Ruff!" paws back on the ground, Po spun to face the targets with a growl.

Then, suddenly, Roman realized something.

"What..um...what attacks do Rockruffs know?"

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Nothing, not a single word. Only the haunting presence of silence. Roman didn't move an inch to clean his mess either.

Unless his father cleaned up the temper tantrum's destruction. It would remain on the floor until his mom got home. Not like she'd question why it happened. This wasn't the first lamp he'd broken. It definitely wouldn't be the last either.

Maybe.

He'd see.

Lately, an idea had been forming in his head. One that he should have thought about a while ago.

Roman reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the TV. Some random anime played about robots fighting in space. Roman didn't much care, but he sat back down to watch it nonetheless. Getting nice and comfy on the couch with no cushions.

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His first Pokemon battle.

Was it normal to feel this nervous?

Roman swallowed, doing his best to mask the anxious beating of his heart behind an angry face. It wasn't too hard, honestly. What with his dad standing next to him.

Mom had agreed to let his dad take him to the tournament. Roman assumed it was to watch. He couldn't have looked more surprised when dad said they'd be fighting together.

He didn't want to do anything with the man. Or so he thought. Somewhere in him was genuine excitement. "We're gonna kick your asses!" Roman shouted to the couple on the opposite side of the sands.

They looked to Bo immediately. A 'please, control your child' expression on both their faces.

"Right, dad?" Roman glanced up at his father expectedly.

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Trading @archon's gacha Leafeon for Greyson Connors's Crustle. The Crustle is going to Roman.