"get the fuck off--!"

mitch gives a grunt while pulling at the shelder on the slowbro's tail. it protests with a growl. he just growls right back at it like he's some kinda pokéwhisperer.

his drapion has the slowbro by the neck in a vice grip, holding it still for his dumbass. said dumbass of course puts a foot on the drapion's tail and pushes, pulling with all six foot five inches of his leverage. the thing eventually pops off and he ends up tumbling onto the ground and tossing the de-evolving shellder into the air like a comedic joke.

but he's fuckin' victorious and it's a high he loves almost as much as an orgasm. has him throwing his hands up and pointing at the de-evolved pokémon to brag.

"ha! take that bitch!"

[attr="class","mitchbr"] Tempest Quinn → COME OUT OF YOUR SHELL MISSION

dude's gotta be on somethin', he thinks. but it only causes him to grin as he barely puts effort into stopping himself from completely removing his pants. long enough for oscar to explain himself and to explain he's gonna get changed anyway...

like usual, he doesn't think much, and instead going into the spare room, he just drops the fucking pants right there. this reveals the boxer briefs beneath; bright and comic like art across them of obscene poses, blunts, pills, and other various things that would make any virgin blush.

no shame shows on his expression. matter of fact, he seems almost more comfortable this way.

shrugging his shoulders into a rotation, he pulls at the hem of his white sleeveless shirt and heads toward the nearest equipment.

"fuck man... you shoulda just asked me to get in a fight on the way here, it'd be a lot faster than this shit. matter of fact, if you want, i can just have one of my pokémon poison me or somethin'. think that'd be the same thing?"

it's not the same thing but he's an idiot.

[attr="class","mitchbr"] oscar clayton

unfortunately for oscar, sam did warn him that while mitchel was competent he was also a colossal dumbass and working with him was like working with a toddler at times. or a prepubescent tween.

cue the latter.

"seem good enough, huh? and yer askin' for my work out schedule? shit dude, you really don't mess the fuck around, do yah?"

like the neanderthal he's notorious for being, he began working on his belt buckle.

"if you wanted ta fuck you shoulda just said so. don't gotta use a 'mission' as an excuse my man."

[attr="class","mitchbr"] oscar clayton

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pkmn codes

gliz

[img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/msikma/pokesprite/master/pokemon-gen8/regular/gliscor.png" title="gliz ♀ hyper cutter (PSN TERRA) | acrobatics, earthquake, guillotine, poison jab, swords dance, screech"]

garb

[img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/msikma/pokesprite/master/pokemon-gen8/regular/garbodor.png" title="garb ♂ aftermath | acid spray, pain split, drain punch, seed bomb, gunk shot, toxic"]

drae

[img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/msikma/pokesprite/master/pokemon-gen8/regular/drapion.png" title="drae ♀ battle armor | night slash, cross poison, toxic spikes, fell stinger, hone claws, toxic"]

weez

[img src="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/msikma/pokesprite/master/pokemon-gen8/regular/weezing.png" title="weez ♀ levitate | sludge bomb, smokescreen, heat wave, toxic, clear smog, haze"]