swampertisms
"--'Eeeeey! Buddy! This is like, what? The second time we've ran into each other!? Guess it must be fate, huh!?"
Except it wasn't. This predator of a manipulator was actively staking the Swampert. His sights were set and his determination locked. He wanted this fellow on his side, and beneath that perfect smile and jolly tone was a beast that needed connections to thrive. To conquer.







