#engulfingflames

It was the loud one again. To think, Flan went  so long without bothering her, Grace thought she finally forgot about her in favor for Grim’s mutt. At least she wasn’t yelling (though the meowing was getting a little obnoxious).

“But mom… It’s fun.”

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It’s your ‘daughter’, Flan! She’s very childish, and can be a little hyper, but you wouldn’t change a single thing about her. How you ended up as her ‘mother’ is a little foggy, but through her unbreakable will, you have not only accepted the title and responsibilities that comes along with it, but you love it. You care about her as much as you do Iris. You’d do anything for her.

Being from Hoenn, you’re always a little worried that she’s cold when she comes to visit. Even now, while she’s rolling around on the floor with your puppy, Edgar, you fret.

      OFFER HER YOUR JACKET      ►WAIT UNTIL SHE’S DONE PLAYING.

well u dont. ur just mom.

Flannery, Flannery: what would a trip to the Hoenn region amount to if he neglected to visit the resident fire user? -- nothing. The whole thing would be meaningless. Sure, he’d actually come on official League business, but that was both boring already fulfilled, which meant he was free to track down Lavaridge’s Gym Leader.

After asking a few locals for directions, he found the young woman along route 112, looking like she was just finishing off with some training. Flint approached with a wide, casual gait, his hands shoved comfortably in his pocket until he was close enough to wave, hoping to draw her attention.

RUNS PAST HIM WITH HER ARMS FULL OF FIREWORKS!