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Post by TRIPP RYDER on Aug 7, 2011 12:32:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2mgulnm.jpg), bTable][cs=2] | [style=border: 5px solid #f5e6e1; width: 310px; background: #f5e6e1; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Do you realize how difficult it is to get to another region without the help of a flying or water pokemon? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. Tripp managed it though, in less than legal means. (Hijacking the boat of an innocent old man, stealing his prize Mudkip, and selling her on the market once he got to Johto) He shook himself off once he reached Johto, trying to assume the correct way to Violet City. Shit, what had made him do this again? Go on this journey to a region he didn't like? All he could think about was Damion's flirty eyes. Damion. Tripp had never had a romantic entanglement, let alone a romantic interest. Maybe it wasn't romance. Actually, is probably wasn't. He shook it off. It was nothing, good. He just wanted to talk to him. Just get to know him. Two men could do that, right? Shit, this worryin was bullshit. He stepped into Violet City shaking his head with a frown at he looked for the nearest village idiot, already committed to his task.
Sure enough, an attractive brunette was standing by the Pokemon Academy, dreamily looking up at the sky. Perfect. He adjusted the classy dark blue button down shirt, pulling up the sleeves. The shirt was untucked, over his clean khaki pants and his dark blue boat shoes. Overall, it looked expensive. Looked being the operative word. Tripp hadn't paid a penny for it. The current outfit he wore was his price after lying his way though a mall as a mystery shopper. Very good plan, as long as you space your visits out. He approached the girl, hands in his pockets, shifting his belt around so that his pokeballs were on his back. Some people had a weird reaction to trainers (not that he thought she was smart enough to take notice) and he was taking extra precautions to look relatively normal. He got closer to her and she registered his appearance, straightening up and swallowing her gum. His subtle swagger, casual but menacing smirk, and his angry-looking eyes. "I need to know where the jailhouse is."
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "What for?" Oh, she was one who asked 38402 questions. Good. More room to flesh out the story. "I don't know if I can trust you...It's a top secret mission..." He began, jerking a hand up to his mouth, eye wide. "I've said too much!" He said worriedly, watching her. Her eyes got wide and she grinned, stepping close to him. "I knew it! I knew he was special! everyone said he was just a normal criminal but I said there was something about the way Falkner brought him in!" She shook her head, looking proud. "If I lead you there, you tell me who you are." She said sneakily, thinking she had the upper edge. Tripp smiled, shaking his head. "Clever girl!" He said, remiss that she had figured him out! She lead him there, babbling the whole way as he replied with "oh?" or "really?". He silently took in all the area, evaluating the best way to escape if he was to get caught.
When they got close, she smiled brightly at him, holding her hand out. "Now, who are you?" Tripp didn't smile as he took her hand. "Luther Castro. Move." He said, pushing past her. "You can't leave!" She moved around so she stood in front of him, her hand on her belt. "I'll have you know that I'm a trainer!" She held up one measly pokeball. Tripp pulled his belt around to show off his array of five different kinds of pokeballs. "Move." He started pushing past her again and she struggled against him. His jaw clenched and he pulled his fist back, slamming it into her face. She crumpled and he bent over, tucking the pokeball into a compartment in his shoes, which he'd built for occasions like this.
When he went inside the building, he breathed a small sigh of relief that Falkner wasn't on duty. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to lie to Falkner, who he did have some respect for. Well, maybe not. Well, probably. Tripp pushed a hand through his hair as he was forced to empty his pockets. He was allowed to keep his pokemon after giving a long, tearful speech of being unable to part with them, even for a short amount of time. A load of bullshit, but they believed him. As he was lead through the cells, he winced at some of the people he recognized, hiding his face from them. After giving another tearful speech about the naughty things that he had to tell Damion because that's what they used to do together, the guard left them alone and Tripp was in front of Damion's cage, staring in.
"I've got two pokeballs that I can give to you if you want out." His voice was strong, nothing like the teary warbles that he'd had only moments ago. "One I stole from some girl outside," He began, reaching into the bottom compartment of his shoe and handing him the pokeball. "And one you get to choose. Nidoqueen, Muk, Skuntank, or Arbok?" He asked, looking at the five pokeballs on his belt, deciding to keep Cassave, the Swalot to himself. "Oh!" He said, smiling charmingly. "And it's really great to see you~"
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Post by DAMION RACHER on Aug 7, 2011 21:02:23 GMT -5
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So he'd started pacing back and forth. Back and forth. Prowling like a restless animal while he waited for someone, anyone to talk to. He'd even take Falkner right now. After all the man was good looking enough... Infact, if Dami hadn't been on one side of the bars and Falkner on the other, he would have been doing his darndest to get inside his clothes. Unfortunately, while a uniform was sexy and everything, the bars and confinement weren't really that great of a turn on.
"God damn it, I need to get out of here." He snarled, spinning on his heel to glare at the wall as though wondering if he could melt it with just the heat of his glare.
The sound of voices and footsteps distracted him from his attempts on the wall, and Damion's eyes shot to the bars. Cage was a good word to describe it, and Damion reflected that, his blue eyes almost desperate with the need to get out.
"Tripp?" A small part of him was dissapointed, it wasn't Eli. It wasn't Eli to get him out of there.. The rest of him varied from delighted to frightened. He didn't like that his heart leapt happily at the sight of him, or that his eyes automatically scanned him for injury. Those were feelings to be frightened of. Feelings to be avoided. He felt them for Eli, and while he knew that he was a bad man, there was still... There was some sense of loyalty that still bothered him even as he moved forward slowly to lightly take the Pokeballs.
"Muk.." He responded slowly, thinking that the toxic Pokemon could burn through the walls, and he could escape that way, no beating him up, no pain for him. Great to see him? Confusion skittered it's way into Damion's eyes as he glanced back up at Tripp, his hand moving to take the Pokemon off him.
"You came just to see me? To help me get out?" He murmured, stepping even closer to the bars. The cool metal was almost like a burn, but Damion didn't care. For a moment, his eyes simply searched Tripp's face for a lie before his hand changed direction, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer so he could kiss him.
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Post by TRIPP RYDER on Aug 8, 2011 20:57:41 GMT -5
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Tripp smiled widely, leaning against the bars as he watched Damion. He didn't feel comfortable standing in front of the pretty blond. He'd been letting the man in lately, probably a little too much, now that he thought about it. He didn't often get close to anyone, let alone another man. He didn't know what to do besides be his witty, charming self. His sister was the only one he'd ever told the complete and total truth, up until he'd met Damion...and Finn for that matter. Crap, Finn. He'd forgotten all about her. He handed Damion the Muk's ultra ball through the bars to him and then his thoughts returned to Finn, making him thoroughly confused.What was he doing here with Damion? Finn was a perfectly normal girl who kind of hated him, just like every other girl he'd ever talked to. There, that was a normal relationship. That was something that he could work with. Build off of.
With Damion, everything he did was by the seat of his pants. He was making things up as he went along, revealing things about himself, breaking down set barriers. He'd have to distance himself. Couldn't get emotionally attached. Couldn't get involved. That would mean revealing more secrets! Jeez, before he knew it, he'd be showing Damion his book collection! And Harper hadn't even seen that! He was scoffing in his head as he looked through the bars at Damion, listening to the other man. "Of course I came to get you! It's not like I'm just going to let you rot in here with my cell phone number written on your arm. Besides, that nice lady outside is waiting for me to come ravage her-" He was cut off by a kiss that startled him and caused him to completely freeze. A...kiss? He'd teased plenty of people before. Plenty. And maybe even done some flirting. But he'd never let the flirting progress into anything. Into...this?
Wait! He was reading too far into this. He was letting his analytic mind take him over instead of just enjoying the moment. He kissed Damion back; he didn't know how. He just kept his lips loose as he didn't move his head around, simply keeping still. His body was a little tense, but that couldn't be avoided. He was a beginner! He was working out the kinks. Literally? Whoa, needed to cool those thoughts down, right then. When he finally pulled back from the kiss, he looked at Damion, startled and half-way flushed, embarrassed that he'd enjoyed it so much but also glad that he'd been grabbed. Tripp took a step back and took a deep breath, trying to regain his cool composure. "Now, what'd you do that for?" He smiled half-way, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know that I break out in hives every time I come into contact with someone." He said, smirking some as he started gaining back his true self. Thank Arceus. He had really started to worry.
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NOTES: sorry that it's shorter!
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Post by DAMION RACHER on Aug 10, 2011 4:13:33 GMT -5
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Those thoughts; however, didn't really matter when he was kissing Tripp.
The bars quickly became an annoyance, a barrier between him and his target. They stopped him from pulling Tripp closer, stopped him from running his hands through the deliciously different hair. There was something that Damion noticed, despite how his thoughts decided to scatter to each of the four points of the compass - Tripp was fairly inexperienced. Damion knew, it was in the tenseness around his shoulders - that Damion instantly tried to soothe with a light touch running across his shoulder and brushing his fingers along Tripp's neck in an almost soothing action - and it was in the way his lips were loose, still, but not pulling away. For some odd reason, it sent a wave of possessiveness through him, possessiveness followed by guilt and confusion. These weren't safe feelings to have.
"No one has helped me before. No one has offered to aid me." He murmured eventually, keeping his fingers curled in Tripp's shirt to stop him moving away too far (Damion was so not done kissing him just yet). A slow smirk curled his lips, and some of the desperate confusion left his expression as he pressed himself against the bars - if only they weren't there, if only they were gone - as he tilted his head at Tripp.
"A woman, you say? Waiting for you to ravage her? Well, isn't that a shame, she'll have to wait in line." He purred, his eyes flickering over Tripp's face as though to memorise the way he looked, his expression into his mind forever. His hand tugged lightly at the shirt, trying to urge him closer.
"Hives? Well then... I'm sorry you'll be uncomfortable."
The teasing, flirty expression remained a moment longer before small changes in his expression showed the haunted sensation Damion was beginning to feel as he glanced away from Tripp, attempting to hide his weakness without actually letting his eyes drop.
"You aren't leaving just yet are you?"
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Post by TRIPP RYDER on Aug 16, 2011 19:47:21 GMT -5
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"Well I guess you'll just have to get used to me offering my services." Tripp smiled nervously as he leaned close to Damion, the cool bars pressing against his face and clavicle. Shivers went up and down his spine as he stared through the bars, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie to Damion's face. To prevent himself from getting any closer to the gorgeous blond in front of him. To just say the blatant lie leaning on his tongue, making him further extricate himself from the budding...relationship? Was that what this was? He felt a leap in his chest that he didn't like. A relationship with Damion? A relationship with...anyone? He looked up at the hopeful look in Damion's eyes, making his own mouth fall open as he tried to regain his composure.
Deep breaths. Focus. Don't let yourself get caught off guard. Don't let yourself be surprised by something small. He took a long breath and then pushed his hand through his hair, leaning forward so that he was pressed against the bars, his lips pressing into the cold steel. "Mmm, you can't get rid of me that quickly, Momo." He assured, feeling confidence surge through him. His first kiss. Done. Gone. He felt accomplished. Like he'd actually done something monumental. Which it kind of was, right? Getting your first kiss and having it with someone who you actually like and someone you can actually see yourself.....? What? See yourself what? He shook the thought from his head as he leaned forward, blinking his eyes a few times, batting his eyelashes through the bars.
"How about another kiss or two? I'd be more than willing to spout some more useless information, if that's what it takes." He said, looking down at his hands as he started ticking off the completely false items. "I love watching musicals, I have a small Joltik that I keep as a maid, I sing to myself when I'm in the shower, my future wife is the matron of the Nurse Joy clan, I put too much lotion on, I enjoy snacking on Glalice creams, and my sister is the nicest person I've ever met." He smiled cheerfully, pushing forward so that his lips were pressed against the bars. "Kiss me." He commanded, reaching through the bars and trying to pull at Damion's waist.
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Post by DAMION RACHER on Aug 17, 2011 10:25:17 GMT -5
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"I don't know if I can." Damion admitted honestly, trying to smile even as he found himself inwardly panicking.
Somehow that was a reassurance. An amazing and wonderful reassurance that he needed more than anything right at that moment. Even with the relief that flooded through him, Damion paused at the nickname, one eyebrow raising curiously. What the hell kind of nickname was Momo? He knew Dami, it was a natural shortening of Damion and a natural inclination of people to shorten the names of those they were close to - how would one shorten Tripp? or Finn? - but Momo? It made no sense to Damion, no matter how he twisted his name in his own head to try and make it fit.
"Momo? Where did that come from?" It couldn't possibly be a shortening of his name so what was it? The mild frustration over a nickname was quickly tossed aside in favour of new interests and Damion was more than happy to rest his forehead against the bars, as close as he could be.
"Another kiss? You want one?" Surprise was the first emotion Damion registered as Tripp spoke, his mind struggling to keep up with the rapid change. Should he not be squirming to get away, to keep away from his kisses? Wasn't that what most people did when they knew him and his habits? Information was always good though, and so Damion was more than happy to fall silent and listen to Tripp talk. Every word could have been a lie, but that... That was just half the fun. Even not being sure if any of this information would be true and he would actually enjoy musicals or any of the other things, Damion found himself filing the information away. Picking apart what was truth and what was lie might actually keep him sane over the next... however long he would be stuck behind bars.
"You don't have to tell me twice." Damion murmured in response to the command, his lips twitching up into a slight smile as Tripp's hand brushed against his waist. Automatically he moved closer, as close as he could get with the annoying barrier between them. The next time they were out of the way... For a moment, Damion paused, uncertainly searching the other's expression for signs of a trick or laughter before he moved his hand to tug Tripp closer to him.
"I'd like to know which of those tidbits were lies... One day." He murmured eventually, before leaning forward again. If Tripp wanted a kiss, then Damion was more than happy to oblige.
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Post by TRIPP RYDER on Oct 17, 2011 15:42:53 GMT -5
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Tripp knew that he was in for trouble when he was pressed up against the bar, impatiently waiting for a kiss. He knew he was in trouble when he'd closed his eyes before Damion had even agreed to the kiss. He knew that he was screwed when the inside of his chest hurt the minute his lips pressed against another pair of lips, even through the tangy taste of the metal between them. Oh, this was going to be a hard life. A hard time devoted to one and only one man who probably was not going to feel the same way and probably didn't care about him. Damion probably didn't want Tripp as much as Tripp wanted Damion at that very moment. Damion would probably never want him that much. And yet, he kept kissing the blond through the prison bars. Even as those thoughts struck in his head, real and true, he deepened the kiss and put more of his passion into it. Because, even though he knew Damion wouldn't want him permanently, he knew that Damion wanted him in that second. He knew he wanted him enough to oblige in the kiss and keep it going. Tripp should have been worried. But all he could think about was the here and now.
Tripp had to force himself to pull back, discreetly taking deep breaths. He pushed a hand through his hair as he tried to shake the tingling feeling off of his mouth, hoping that he could get that wonderful feeling out of his head. Unfortunately, however, his brain had other ideas. All his brain could do was wish for more kisses, wish for more contact with Damion, damn the separation that was placed between them. He forced himself to change the subject though. "Momo. I decided to call you Momo because it fits nicely." He smiled cheerfully and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get them to raise higher than the lustful half-mast that they were stuck at. "I'm sure that you'll be fine with that, am I right?" He smiled slyly, rolling one of his pokeballs in his hand, swirling it back and forth on his thin fingers, tapping his fingernails on the outside of the ball, probably making the lazy Cassava jump around in his ball, eager to eat something as always.
"I can't tell you which ones are true and which ones aren't. That would go against my very core." He said with a smirk, leaning his forehead against the bars so that he could be as close to Damion as possible. It was hard to not beg for another kiss. But he he wanted to show that he had some sense of resistance. Otherwise, Damion would just mock him for years and years and years and he would never be able to live it down. He stretched his back out. "In other news, those guards out there don't look all that tough. Are you sure you don't want me to just knock them all out and sneak you out the front? I'm sure I could manage something along those lines." He paused and cracked his knuckles proudly. He'd been itching to go out and do a big job. And do a job for one of the higher-ups, no matter the personal connection, would be an honor as well as a privilege and he'd love to get on the good side of his bosses.
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Post by DAMION RACHER on Oct 20, 2011 9:27:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 120px; background: #e3e5f9; padding: 5px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 10px][style=margin-top: 10px; background: #c6ccff; width: 113px; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffffff; border-bottom: 1px dashed #ffffff; padding-top: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; color: #ffffff] I CAN GO THE DISTANCE[/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; width: 110px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #acb2ee]I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate. Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you aAnd a thousand years, would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through, And I won't look back, I can go the distance[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #f4f4f8; color: #acb2ee] [style=text-align: justify; padding: 2px 1px 0px 4px; border-bottom: 1px dashed blue; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase]WORDS: (0) TAGGED: (name) NOTES: (blah blah blah)[/style] [style=margin-top: 4px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background: #fbfbfd]There was just something about this damn man that drove Damion absolutely mental. Something about him that made it impossible for him not to touch him. Wrong or not, breaking the rules or playing by them, Damion couldn't have cared less. As long as he didn't move, didn't break the contact that was between them. For some strange reason, Tripp had an affect on his physical senses that made Damion honestly want to run and hide in some dark corner of his mind. Physical was something he'd always understood, so when he didn't understand quite why his pulse leapt so quickly with every touch. When Tripp deepened the kiss, Damion found himself leaning as close as he could, with the softest groan catching in his throat before Tripp pulled back. Had Damion a say, he wouldn't have been pulling away any time soon.
"It fits? How?" Focus on something else, anything else. Damion's eyes darted from Tripp's down to his hand, where he tossed the pokeball lightly between his fingers. Momo. No one had ever given him a name like that, Dami was always the natural shortening -- and few enough people called him that even. Dispute it though? Damion never would, it wasn't in his nature to really care what others called him. He'd been called enough unsatisfactory names that were all so close to the mark that he hardly doubted another one would make any difference top his mind. Yet it would only be Tripp that called him that, for whatever reason had made him special enough to deserve a name that "fit" him. Shrugging one shoulder upwards, Damion tried for his best casual expression - ruined perhaps, by the fact he was still pressed as close as he could get to Tripp - as he answered.
"Doesn't really bother me. You can call me whatever you like." Just for a moment, his usual smirk drifted across his face as he lowered his voice to a seductive purr, "Doesn't bother me which name you're sighing."
A soft chuckled broke through the tired look on Damion's face and he shook his head slightly as Tripp spoke.
"Ah well, trying to figure it out will be fun, no?" After all, one of the many things Damion loved more than anything was a game. If he could have a game then nothing would be better than that. Tripp was right about Damion's mockery though, had he been aware of the other man's thoughts, and his longing for him, Damion would have used everything he had to tempt that out. To tease and taunt, because that was simply who Damion was. A player of all games.
"I don't want you getting in trouble." Damion mumbled eventually, the brief flare of hope that lit up his blue eyes dying down again to the tired anger he wore.
"But I want out. So badly. I need to get out of here." He added, almost desperately, the weakness showing for another moment before Damion hurriedly pulled his expression under control.
"I'm very bored in here. And there's a horrible barrier between us that could be done without~"
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Post by TRIPP RYDER on Nov 23, 2011 19:23:52 GMT -5
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"I'm glad that my nickname doesn't bother you." Tripp's grin broadened. "Because that'll be the last thing you hear before passing out from pleasure~" Tripp certainly was getting frisky. He couldn't tell what was making him act like this. As he'd addressed before, Damion was the first person he'd ever had romantic feelings for, or even a desire to chase sexually. So what was making Tripp turn into this beast of sexuality? This man who couldn't go three sentences without making some sort of sexual innuendo, a come-on, or just a generally sexual statement? It was beginning to befuddle his senses and make him lose concentration on the task at hand. All that could filter through his head was the image of Damion's naked body...in a variety of situations. What was making this all happen? Was it the proximity of their bodies? The fact that a giant wall of iron protected Tripp from jumping Momo's bones, right then and there? It was like a tease. A "you can look but you can't touch it" feeling of helplessness. Tripp was quiet as he watched Damion through the bars. His face grew red and his hands shot down to shove them into his pockets, trying to look as conspicuous as possible.
He cleared his throat, hoping that Damion's eyes weren't drifint downward. "Hah! Trouble? I eat trouble for breakfast." Obviously his intelligence was slipping with the images floating through his mind. Dammit! When had he turned into this kind of man? This kind of man that everyone despised and had no respect for? He bit his lip to try to bring his mind around and it worked - sort of. As his lip bled he leaned against the bars, grinning across at Damion. "If you're bored and you need to get out and you want me AND you doubt that I can do it, I think that's the perfect recipe for a jailbreak." He grinned evilly, touching the pokeballs on his belt. He looked around, noticing a guard who seemed to be lurking a little closer, hoping to either overhear or tell Tripp that his time was up. Tripp turned around and crooked his finger at Damion. "Here's the plan, Momo....You're gonna release Oleander who's going to fling his mud on everyone surrounding him. You duck because he might accidentally hit you too. Then I'm going to release Cassava and Belladonna. Belladonna will bite anything that moves and Cassava will eat anything we leave behind. Which means that you need to order Oleander to melt the bars and then follow me as closely as possible since Belladonna's just going to go on a rampage. Can you do that for me?"
Tripp grinned widely. "Show time." He turned to the side, subtly looking at the guard who was beginning to regard him suspiciously. As he turned away to go report to his superior, Tripp released Belladonna who immediately slithered out and bit into the neck of the man who was walking away. He gave out a strangled yelp and belladonna bit again. The alarm in the whole building went off and Tripp slapped his belt again, releasing Cassava who, like the blob that he was, flopped forward, throwing Belladonna's prey into his mouth whole. He surged after the cobra who was biting and hissing as everything she passed while Tripp looked back at Damion, holding out his hand. "Come on, we gotta go!" Belladonna and Cassava were attacking the way out, but police were beginning to swarm around the high security cell that Momo was in, threatening to shoot the two of them. "We gotta get going, Momo!" He urged, trying to fight off as many cops as possible while his pokemon cleared their path to the front door.
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NOTES: i always take forever; but i love you a tonnnnnnnnnnn
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