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“Eh?” Zane got bored with their discussion and pulled out his latest run on Galladius to pass the time. “You hear back from him?” Luckily, he was between stages, so he could pause. “I mostly just yell at him whenever I’m frustrated or angry, so he doesn’t talk back much.” He shrugged. “I guess...

Zane leaned over to whisper, “Puff always this much of a stick in the mud?” He didn’t wait for an answer before straightening up to pretend nothing happened. “Reporter, right? What kinda scoop do I need to give you to meet Sir Reshiram The Great and Truthful?”

Wait, none of this had anything to do with video games. What was Puff on about? Ideals? “Wait, so Kyurem, shut in, does he happen to have a series of bullet hell games he programmed, designed, and made the music for?” Ideals, Zekrom sounded like the rpg type, so not particularly of Zane’s...

“Wait, he’s a game dev?” Zane lost all sense of shame and immediately fell to excitement. Unfortunately, Puff asked a question before he had a chance to gush. “Uh, dark matter, so, it’s the opposite of matter, and if it comes in contact with normal matter, y’know, what we’re made of, they both...

Oh no Zane offended him. "Oh, Reshiram, right!" He had no chance saving his own pride, but he could at least make the team seem better. "So, that's who everyone's been talking about. I'm not much of a believer in those hocus pocus legendaries—" that's what those big pokémon with magic and stuff...

"Reshiwho?" Zane asked. "Sorry if he's a celebrity in this world, but we're not from around here, so, y'know." Zane had less faith in that sentence with every word. Reshiram was obviously someone important, so he should at least pretend to be respectful. "I meant to say I haven't heard of him."...

“Reporter?” Zane swallowed the air to avoid gasping, but managed to screw it up so badly that some stray phlegm sent him into a coughing fit. He made sure to cover his mouth (mostly to hide his face) by coughing into his left elbow. “Really? You must, uh, report a lot of... “You said your name...

Zane was somewhere between a rock and a hard place; the rock was sobriety and the hard place was the party. How was he supposed to socialize with just one bottle of whiskey in his system? He already had the team’s bad graces against him (bad graces he earned, admittedly), so changing their minds...

Zane’s gaze followed Dave’s and he realized this conversation wasn’t anywhere near private as he’d first thought. In fact, they practically had an audience, one very excited to see Dave kick his ass. What a great impression to leave on the team. He thought back to his talk with Brisa. While his...

Great, Mia was catching on. Luckily, he had an easy out. Who knew what an angry Dave would do to get him away? And he knew how to make this dog bark. “How was I supposed to know her age?” He rolled his eyes, intent to avoid responding to Mia. “Besides, you seem like the “age is just a number”...

“I could tell, actually,” Zane growled. “I was just trying to be friendly, but I forgot you—” He was ready to meet Dave’s anger with just as much of his own. When he turned, Mia’s eyes pierced him. She pinned him to a wall and trapped every insult in his throat. He couldn’t look away for a...

A party. Yay. Zane probably liked those. His first two thoughts were if they needed a band, which he couldn’t make any sense out of, and then who was getting the beer, which gave him a sobering insight into his human life. Wasn’t he eighteen? Did he drink underage, or was that just his...