@relicated
He circled the young girl like a Sharpedo, his afro bobbing up and down with each step of his overdramatic stride. He paid little attention to the actual Trainer - the small thing that she was. She was cute, he’d give her that, but looked more suited for cram school than any real battling. Run-of-the-mill experience fodder.
The Nosepass, however - that one looked like a real diamond in the ruff! Polished red nose, rough exterior....Truly a Pokemon that belonged tucked away neatly in Miror B.’s collection.
“Well now, missy! I do declare this is finest Nosepass I’ve laid my magnificent eyes on here in Hive City!” His hands gesture wildly. Considering there were no Nosepass in sight aside from this specimen, it wasn’t much of a compliment.
“If only I were so lucky to have a Nosepass like that...” A sickeningly sweet smile accompanies this remark.
