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What a great day to spend alone enjoying the quiet of nature. There was such a nice, beautiful stretch of woods far enough from civilization Az could find a great tree and hide away in peace. This was prime time for his pokemon to go about their business for a while, spend time with the locals. With soft light filtering through the canopy above one could almost believe there was nothing else to the world.

Except that dragon asshole who showed up only thirty minutes later. 

The blonde glared at the other, holding Thatcher close to his chest as they peered down below. His careful perch was supposed to be tucked far enough away not to draw attention. Yet here the red headed menace was.

回: My muse’s reaction to your muse patching a wound.

Send me ❧ for a text that was about my muse, but was meant to be for someone else.

[text] He looks exactly like his father. You wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, either.

@dropadraco

Touko would be the first one to admit that sometimes - only sometimes - she didn’t make the best decisions. One example would be two years ago when she decided to travel to Snowpoint City, Sinnoh during a blizzard ... with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a worn jersey to keep warm. In her defense, the weatherman had assured his viewers that the icy roads leading into the city would be clear and sunny; so it wasn’t technically her fault that she was found unprepared at the sudden - and yes, it was sudden - appearance of aforementioned blizzard.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was, the brunette’s judgement sometimes wasn’t the most trustworthy. She had traveled to Jubilife City at the invitation of Professor Juniper to participate in a conference on Pokemon Training. Having nothing better to do and admittedly somewhat curious, she decided to attend the function. It was shortly after arriving into the city did Touko’s bad decision making come into play.

Outside the hotel she had decided on staying at, the young woman overheard a group of trainers talking about the pro’s and con’s of Dragon-type Pokemon. Having a bit of time to spare, Touko casually ambled over to the group to better listen in on the debate. It seemed they were in the city for the conference, if the ongoing conversation was anything to go by; and by the time she realized what exactly she was doing, Touko had already jumped right into the discussion.

“Hydra was the most challenging Pokemon I’ve ever trained,” she admitted in response to a question one of the trainers asked about raising dragon-types, “to be honest, I still struggle with him.” It was after that did things seem to go downhill for the brunette. After admitting to having a dragon on hand, the trainers - who seemed very eager to see the Hydreigon for themselves - pushed for her to release him.

“I don’t know, Hydra isn’t really -” 

“Oh, c’mon!” Melinda, a fellow Unovian trainer, quickly interjected, “It’ll be fine! I’m sure you’re just over thinking it. What’s the worst that could happen? He’d bite our heads off?”

Well, this was a fine situation she had found herself in.

Draze had come over to hang out and things had just gone downhill from there. People had seen the two of them together and started whispering, wondering what the two Elite Four Members were doing together, what their relationship was and everything like that.

Someone had come over and asked what their relationship was and she’d had enough. She yelled that they were just friends and ran off, locking herself in a room nearby, siting against the door and started crying. She couldn’t handle all that, it was too much, why did people think that things were like that?!

She could hear Draze from the other side of the door once she had calmed down. He was just worried for her, right?

Even with an extensive amount of knowledge regarding these types of scenarios underneath her belt as a result of her dedicated schooling, it was times like these that made the smaller trainer realized just how much weaker she was than she actually believed herself to be. She’d had years of battle practice and spent many sleepless nights studying in order to pass tests that had much more dangerous framework than what she’d just encountered, but it seemed that everything she had learned flew right out the window.

Aurelie stood behind the taller, red-headed male in the midst of some bodies strewn around them in the heart of the forest. The emblems that were on their designated uniforms torn as they wheezily breathed, gasping for air after their relentless beating. It was no doubt that they were Team Rocket members – she’d recognized their symbol when she’d first mistakenly stumbled upon them this afternoon – but she never imagined they would of tried to engage her even when she had no intentions of battling them.

“ A-Are you sure .. ? “ she asked timidly when the other broke the silence, his tone calm and even despite how chaotic the scene before them was. She’d never been so thankful that a random stranger had emerged from the depths of the woodland – his quick thinking easily saving her and her companions from what could of been something disastrous.