just another day [open]

[rory harrington]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #998899 solid 5px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 200px; border-radius: 200px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=width,440,true] WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES. tags,

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❚ SO, RORY WASN'T REALLY DOING ANYTHING.

[/color] It was a bit depressing for him, actually. Seeing as he was a person who liked to move around and be excited (or act excited, at the very least), not doing anything was a big no. Unfortunately, he was stuck that way. Which was sad, because said way was not the most comfortable position to be in.

Yes, because having a stubborn water Pokemon follow you like a floundering fish - which Faerie was - did not indicate 'cool.' In fact, if you saw a person with a fish flopping around behind him, you would probably think 'what is this person doing?' and glance away rather disgustedly. Or think that said person was abusing a fish. Conversing with the water Pokemon was a bit awkward at the moment, being considerate of her panting breaths.

-Finnn!- The somewhat adamant expression on her face made Rory sigh uncomfortably and turn around after yet another attempt at convincing the stubborn Finneon to just get in her Pokeball already. But no, she refused. And Rory wasn't going to do something Faerie wouldn't like unless he had to. Oh well. He was just going to bear with the odd, searching looks he got from the passerby.

It was a little weird, actually. Usually Faerie didn't act up; Sheer took care of that aspect of their little team. Speaking of which, the obstinate Snivy was being quite quiet. The Pokemon were acting completely different from their usual personalities. Which meant he should probably just do the best he could for them, which included putting Faerie back in the Pokeball, where she belonged.

"Faerie, return," he intoned, grimacing at the barest hint of betrayal in her face (that he could discern, anyway - it wasn't easy to read Pokemon expressions).

He grimaced again at the passerby, who were now glaring at him. What the heck? He let Faerie stay out, they stared at him. He returned Faerie, they glared at him. Some people were just insatiable. Sticking his tongue out rather immaturely at the few who dared to show their hostile faces, he skipped into a small clothing store instead. Thank goodness. He was away from the crazies.

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