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Well. That much had been obvious. Wes grinned wryly. “Makes two of us, then.” Aha. There it was, the thing he’d been hiding. Wes had suspected as much at first, but then the guy was so cagey about everything he’d begun to suspect even more. Turns out he was just too…embarrassed? Ashamed? Wes...

Iiiii realized I have been sniped by Torchic but I’ll post my notes on the berries in here anyway, heh: Eggant berry: cures infatuation. Is purple, not pink or red, +4 dry. Topo berry: pink. +3 sour and sweet. Its only listed use is as a pokeblock ingredient. Drash berry: slightly darker...

I know how to handle heat exhaustion, dammit. Wes nearly said as much, but that felt like too much effort, so instead he nodded, sat up, and shakily raised the bottle to his lips, leaning against Novo with his other arm. After a few small sips and another moment to catch his breath, he shrugged...

“Spiiii??” Neo sprinted through the front doors of the training arena, looking for his distressed friend. Why had he run away so suddenly? He knew sometimes people saw Wes as scary, but he wasn’t that scary. Something was wrong, and if it was something important, they needed to know, and maybe...

Neo’s yowl startled Wes out of his thoughts. He looked up just in time to see Steven disappear into the woods, then lower his head with a groan. “Dammit. Dammit. I’m such an idiot.” “Spiiii!” Wes didn’t need to raise his head to know Neo was tearing after the guy with a distressed yowl. “Neo...

There it was. An inconsistency. Proof that he wasn’t quite sharing everything he knew. “Is that so?” Wes folded his arms once again and fixed Steven with a burning stare. “Funny, I seem to remember that text advising us not to mention this to any of the staff at all.” His tone sharpened...

Well, damn, the guy was so tense Wes was convinced he’d snap in half like a piece of chalk. Was it because he was shaken up from last night, or because…he was afraid of Wes? He huffed and raised his hands yet again. “Look, I know I probably look shady as hell to a dandy like you, but I’m not...

Sure, if you say so. Wes was content to leave it at that, but he knew that wouldn’t be good enough for Neo, so he simply raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. Fortunately, he didn’t have to pry for the guy to open up further. …oh. He was that guy. So he had…spoken personally with Latias and...

Wes hastily released his hold on Neo and stood, raising his hands in a submissive gesture. “Look, it’s fine, I’m not—we’re fine, it’s not what it looks like.” Gods, what a first impression. He huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out. Just here because...

Wes had no idea who the hell had dragged him into that obnoxious group text. All he knew was that suddenly his phone was blowing up with notifications, and he was just about ready to throw the damn thing against the wall when a chilling text came through, informing everyone of an incident in the...

“Absolutely not.” “Spiiiiii?” “I said no.” “Spi-spi-espi-spiii!!” “Brrrri.” “No way in hell!” The brothers flinched and angled their ears back at Wes’ suddenly harsh tone. He cursed between clenched teeth and turned away from them to chuck his bag on the bed with a little more force...

Wes said nothing further and only continues to flare at the waiter’s back until he had disappeared back into the kitchen. Wasn’t much an answer, that was for damn sure. He hadn’t even given Wes a name. He turned back to his Pokémon with a huff. “Let’s go. I want to be back in the room well...

Well…it wasn’t the answer Novo had been hoping for, but he could at least take reassurance in Latios’ promise. He felt a little braver now, knowing that at least some of the Legendaries were on their side and trying to protect whoever they could. He bowed his head again, this time in gratitude...

Novo tensed, warily rising to his feet as the air rippled around them both. What was happening? Should he call for Wes? Should— But when Latios unveiled himself, Novo froze, eyes wide, then hastily bowed his head in a gesture of respect. He was not familiar with this Legend, but there was no...

Neo cocked his head to the side. With a light trill, he sent a few gentle messages to the trainer’s mind: an image of a friendly wave, accompanied with a welcoming warmth. Then, a question, posed not in words but in feelings: are you a friend? Novo let himself relax a little. Maybe he could...

Neo raised his tail as an additional greeting, and replied with another chirp. This guy seemed nice. He wondered if he was the type to share his bacon. Wes stared for a minute. And then a minute more. Then he lowered his head into his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes...

Wes scowled at the interruption before he could stop himself. Couldn’t this guy ask someone else? “No, haven’t seen any,” he said curtly. Little busy trying to solve a damn kidnapping, here. Neo wasn’t nearly as perturbed, however. He blinked up at the trainer and chirped a hello. Head chef...

Wes paused as he stepped into the dimly lit diner, letting his eyes adjust before taking in the scenery. What an interesting place this was. It was like a cave—meant to seem like a dragon’s cave, specifically—but it was somehow quite cozy. Not many people were here, and it was relatively quiet...

Wes felt as though the air had been sucked from his lungs. Mitch. They were talking Mitch and Mightyena. He spat out a curse and ran a hand through his hair, fury swelling up inside him. It wasn’t like he’d known the guy all that well—hell, he still didn’t know for sure if Mitch was actually...

Breakfast. Breakfast first, then…something. Wes wasn’t sure what. It felt like things were spiraling and escalating faster than he could keep track of…he ran a hand through his hair and trudged towards the cafe, murmuring to Neo and Novo to keep as close to him as possible. He nearly jumped out...