champion wallace.

        "I always wanted to know…" curiosity colored the cadence of a naturally edged voice, albeit doing nothing to soften the perpetual ( albeit accidental and unconscious ) tone which could be labeled sass or perhaps audacious to some. Light eyes were bright as she looked upon the Champion of Hoenn ( official her mind rang official, because he was the way which a champion carried themselves ) as her head tilted to the side and a hand was curved upon her waist, still-childish hips tilted. "How did you catch your Feebas? I’ve tried dozens of times and I still can’t seem to find one.” If someone were to listen hard to enough, they would catch the petulant undertone which colored her words, carefully masked and hidden; Feebas were, as always and eternally, frustrating to catch.

   "Oh!" A pleasant exclamation and it seemed that with her question that Wallace seemed to shine even brighter. As he did when topics of his interest and expertise were brought up. He had a tendency to ramble on and on about his various interests and it was unfortunate that most did not have an attention span that could focus on a single topic with such intensity at Wallace. “It is rather difficult, isn’t it?” He empathized, giving a small sigh as if reminiscing of the past. “The poor dears seem to all gather in only one place and even at that they seem to be quite the reclusive bunch. It takes a lot of patience and I’m afraid I’ve yet to hear of anyone that has caught one on their first try.” Though he was sure that she had put great effort towards obtaining one. “I find…” he said, voice growing quiet as if he was about to grace her with some long kept secret, “that getting some assistance is helpful. Two heads are always better than one, no?”

              ass.