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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 5:11 pm
A teenage boy of around 15 or 16 crawled on his hands and knees in a bathroom stall, scrubbing the tile floor with a thick, foamy brush. A bucket of soapy water sat beside him, a wet rag draped over its edge. He paused to wipe his forehead with the crook of his arm, twisting his back to crack it. He never realized how much work it was to clean a public lavatory before then.
"Aw, man..." As he glanced behind him to check his progress, he found his over-sized long coat damp with the moisture it had picked up from the tiles he had just scrubbed. With a low groan, he got to his feet, slipped out of the article of clothing, and hung it up on one of the hooks behind a stall door to dry. Just as he was about ready to get back to work, he looked down to see the dirty outline of sneaker footprints upon the newly-cleaned floor. They belonged to his own, worn sneakers of course.
In a fit of frustration, he sat on a toilet seat (one of the few in the men's bathroom), undid his laces, pulled off his socks, and tucked them into his shoes. Picking up the pair of sneakers, he tip-toed across the room on his bare feet to keep the shoes outside the door. When he closed the door, however, it slammed loudly behind him, causing him to yelp, slip on the wet tiles, and fall.
"Jol...?" An electric pokemon mumbled sleepily, waking from her nap under the bathroom sinks.
"Ow...ngh...n-no, no, you go back to sleep," he whispered to the Jolteon, attempting not to make any sudden movements. He couldn't work while she was awake and watching him; it was too unnerving. It had already taken long enough to wait for her to fall asleep the first time, and Shawn wasn't willing to spend another hour just waiting again. His task was using up enough of his time as it was - not that he really had much else to do. Just with all the nightmares he had been getting recently, sleep had not given him frequent visits and the sooner he was finished with his janitorial duties, the sooner he could try to get some shut-eye.
His Jolteon had wanted to help, it seemed, but Shawn learned very quickly that water did not mix with electric-types and had finally managed to coax her into simply 'supervising' him while he worked. He didn't dare try to withdraw her back into her ball, especially not while she slept.
In a few minutes, Lindsay was fast asleep once more and the teenager was crawling on his hands and knees back to the brush and bucket of water. His extremely baggy jeans were water-logged by the time he accomplished this task, but he wasn't about to take them off and hang them to up dry as he had with his coat. It wasn't as if he had another pair to replace them with, either. Just a few more square feet to go, he told himself, taking hold of the brush and dunking it in the soap water. Then I've got the mirrors to wipe next.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:40 am
He was tired and achy. After the... incident at the outpost he had been patched up and sent off to bed. He had then slept for a long time, in fact he had only just dragged himself out of bed. With Skiron at his side, Frost padded down towards the bathrooms with washkit in hand, towel over shoulder, and clean clothes under arm. It was a fairly peculiar time of day for a slightly peaky looking man in pajamas and a bathrobe to wander into the bathroom and he was aware of that but paid the trainee scrubbing the floor no mind... For a second or two. After that second or two he realized that he knew said trainee and came to a halt.
"Shadow... Or Shawn," he gave the boy a polite nod, "I see you have been properly initiated. Congratulations... That volatile Jolteon was out of its pokeball. He really hoped it didn't attack him again, he was not at all in the mood to be attacked.
Just behind him Skiron bristled slightly. he said softly,
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:24 am
Shawn sat bolt upright as he heard his name - both names - being called. Neither were things thing he was used to being called by others, as his childhood friend was the only one he exchanged nicknames with. As for his real name...well, no one knew him well enough to care. Whenever he had been addressed previously by some passerby in Goldenrod City, it had usually been with, 'Hey, kid! Get out of the road!' or, 'What are you doing over there, you idiot?'.
Thus, when he looked up to see the polite man in sleeping attire, he was completely caught off guard. The man remembered enough to call him by his name. That was...something. "Uh...yeah. Just Shadow will be fine, sir. I'm...more used to it." Once again wiping his brow with the back of his soapy hands, he frowned as some of the soap suds got stuck in his spiky hair. He wished he had looked more presentable, but he guessed cleaning bathrooms was a less humiliating situation to be caught in than sorting through back-ally trash cans.
"Initiated?" he asked, blinking, before glancing at the brush in his hand. "Oh, oh, yeah, sorta," he answered, offering a crooked smile. "Still kind of a trainee learning on the job. I'm just grateful they haven't asked me to battle yet." He followed Frost's gaze to his Jolteon meaningfully.
Lindsay, who had of course arisen at the approach of company, was sitting patiently in her place underneath the sinks, not yet having moved. She kept her dark eyes steadily trained on Frost and Shawn, however. At least until Skiron caught her attention with his soft warning. my trainer,> the electric-type replied crisply. She didn't find male humans to be a particular threat. It was the female humans she couldn't stand to see around Shawn. - nevermind the reason.
"So, uh...is there anything I can do to help you, sir?" Shadow asked, looking up as he tried to break the awkward silence. "Need any extra paper towels or did something spill...?" His sepia gaze slipped to the washkit and clean clothes in Frost's possession.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 3:04 am
"Very well then. Shadow." Quite a good codename. He liked good codenames, especially when they were apt. He wondered if Shadow might have called himself that because he liked ghost or dark.. Ah, no, of course; he was afraid of pokemon. Quite a handicap. Hopefully he would be able to overcome it. "I doubt it will be too long before they start you on battle training," he continued, "but I'm sure you will cope. They will certainly be able to teach you to control your Jolteon not to, for example, explode food in people's faces... That was intended as a gentle jibe, not a killing insult. Anyway, all I require right now is access to a sink. Excuse me." Stepping carefully around the boy Frost picked sink and laid out his shaving kit. "How are you finding trainee dormitories," he asked to pass the time, "I did not especially enjoy sharing a very small room with seven others myself... That was an enormous understatement by the way."
Skiron replied placidly, sitting down and curling his tail around his paws. he went on in calm, but rather cold tones,
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 7:56 am
At the mention of battle training, Shawn cringed. Workouts and exercise for himself, he could handle. Getting a pokemon to do it was another thing entirely. Especially with a pokemon as unruly as his given electric-type. But for some reason, Frost seemed to have some faith in his abilities. Or rather, as he continued, faith in the abilities of the Rockets in charge to train him. Shawn shuddered to think what they might resort to in order to rid him of his fear once they learned of it. The superiors who trained trainees were tough and unforgiving.
Explode food in people's faces? Was that what had happened when he had been passed out?! It would certainly have explained the mess covering the tables, floor, and a few people when he had come to. "Oh, Arceus, I'm so sorry, sir. I'm sure she didn't - " He was about to say he didn't think Lindsay meant it, but as he was growing to learn more about the personality of the Jolteon, he wouldn't have doubted that she did. "Uh, um, I mean, she won't do it again. I swear." Even if he had to die trying to stop her. Which, given her power in proportion to his, was very likely.
"Sink. Right. Well if you need anything else, I'll be here." Though he was more than willing to help, Shawn felt somewhat stupid offering help while knowing that the grunt probably knew a great deal more than he did about where everything was and how to deal with accidents. He continued scrubbing at the floor with his brush, glancing up every so often to check on Lindsay and make sure she wasn't bothering anyone. Shawn was glad when the Glaceon sat down nearby and didn't seem to have any intention of going anywhere, especially not near him. He didn't want his panic to cause him to act uncivilized around the well-mannered Frost.
The older man hadn't seemed to tire of conversation with him yet, though. The teen laughed as he heard of the grunt's plight as a trainee. "Actually, I think it's great. Back where I'm from in Goldenrod, I never really had a room or a bed to sleep in...and I think sharing the room with other people just makes it better." He smiled faintly. "Not as lonely. And it's a good way to get to know potential future teammates, right?"
Of course, the others weren't too fond of Shawn's now-frequent nightmares that woke them all up in the middle of the night when he started yelling in his sleep. They had become pretty tolerant of it, though, and he had somewhat learned to wake up before calling out. "Um...if you don't mind me asking, what did you hate so much about sharing your room?" Solitude, maybe? But after spending so much time on his own wandering Goldenrod's streets, Shawn was sure he could never enjoy solitude like some people could.
Lindsay answered mildly. Though her tones were somewhat skeptical, there was genuine curiosity behind the Jolteon's questions. She had come to admire the bond that humans had with their pokemon outside of Team Rocket. At least those truly strong bonds where either pokemon or human would do anything for the other.
She didn't know how it could possibly exist within the criminal organization who used pokemon as tools, but she had found Shawn. Perhaps the Glaceon had seen something in his trainer that she had missed. Unlike the other eeveeloutions, Lindsay actually had some respect for Glaceons, Umbreons, and of course Jolteons like herself. She just felt they were more serious about their jobs and more down-to-business than the others - at least those that she had met so far. Not that she would ever admit to that respect.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:39 am
"Good," Frost nodded and squirted some shaving foam into one hand, "it is not an experience I wish to repeat. If she does do it again, have no doubt that my pokemon will deal with her in short order... Hopefully not breaking any fixtures or fittings. I would not wish to have to replace something that was blown up by a carelessly aimed Shadow Ball." He supposed he couldn't really hold Shawn - Shadow - to blame. He simply didn't know how to train his pokemon, and hadn't even been conscious at the time. Hopefully lessons would improve his control over the Jolteon drastically...
"Oh, did you not?" the small blond asked rhetorically as Shawn mentioned his past circumstances. "That's a pity." He probably ought to have more to say about that than he did, but he wasn't quite sure what. More sympathy probably, but just about everyone here had something unpleasant behind them... What hadn't he liked? Where to begin. "Things I disliked... Noise. Mess. Lack of privacy. Generalised crassness. Having my possessions touched, used, damaged. I was glad to depart Johto and come here. I would not have wished to be teammates with any of them. I get along well with my current roommate, but I would still prefer to have my own space. I am a private person. I disliked having all privacy taken away from me." Shadow, however, was not like him, Frost realised as he set about shaving. He seemed... normal, for a given degree of normal. Sociable. Socially adept, well by and large anyway. It made sense for a (fairly) normal teen to want company.
Skrion affirmed with a tiny nod, He wasn't claiming that his trainer was perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but the blond certainly couldn't be accused of having a hot temper. All of the violence he had ever seen his master deal out had been very well calculated, and necessary given the circumstances. He didn't think he'd add that bit though, it wouldn't add to reassuring the suspicious Jolteon.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 3:29 pm
"Yes, sir," He hoped Lindsay was listening. Shawn had seen the destruction that Shadow Balls had wrecked before, and he didn't want to imagine it being used on a living creature. Still, it amazed him that Frost seemed under the impression that such an attack could be controlled to the extent of avoiding the destruction of the user's surroundings. If his pokemon could manage that, he must have been really good at training it.
"Nah, but it was probably better that way," the boy replied quickly, hoping he hadn't given the impression that he sought pity. He couldn't stand pity. "Less to lose. Also taught me a lot about survival, living on my own. I don't think I'd change it if I could." Upon hearing the things Frost had sacrificed at the presence of his roommates, the trainee smiled. That made more sense. He himself just hadn't thought about those things because he hadn't ever had them in the first place. Living outdoors in a city, there was always a mess, noise, and a lack of privacy. He didn't really have to worry about his possessions because the only things he owned were the clothes on his back. Suddenly he found himself feeling sorry for Frost.
"You still have a roommate, huh?" he noted. "Don't you think you'd be lonely, though?" His gaze flickered to Skiron. "I mean, I know some people think their pokemon are enough company," How, he wasn't sure, but they certainly seemed to, "but it's nothing like having a real person to talk to, right?" He supposed there were always people to talk to around the base, but in a personal setting like a dorm, it just seemed more friendly an atmosphere to have someone with you. Maybe he just had a different perspective because perhaps Frost had not grown up an only child. Or, maybe he was just a withdrawn man who liked to keep his solitude and secrets to himself. "Don't you have any close friends?" he asked suddenly, his thoughts wandering to his own best friend, Flint. He had been the only thing Shawn regretted leaving behind in Goldenrod. "Oh, yeah, and you said you came from Johto...?"
Lindsay sighed and turned her head away. Maybe Frost wasn't as bad as some of the other Rockets, but he didn't sound much nicer either. Her ears folded down, thinking of how she had been treated by previous Rockets since she had been bred and evolved immediately from an Eevee.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 2:35 am
"Every set of circumstances has something to teach I suppose," Frost observed, pausing his shaving so as not to cut himself. "Dwelling on the negatives never helped anyone to move forward in life." What had he learned from his own childhood? A good deal actually. Strenght, control, resiliance, and that was to name only the first few that came to mind. Would he change things?... Had his life been different he would not have met Dith, been given Skiron, and then ended up here to meet Xander. If he would retain knowledge of having given up those people for a softer beginning, it would not be a trade he would choose to make.
"Mmh, yes, roommate," he went on with a nod, "every grunt has a roommate, and still uses communal bathrooms such as this one. Agents have their own room, and share a bathroom with one other. Elites get their own room, bathroom, and I believe a small kitchentte. There are many rumours of the luxuries enjoyed by Executives but most of them are so aloof from us that it is difficult to confirm... And no," Frost shook his head, studying his half-shaved reflection in the mirror, "I would not be lonely. I would still see and speak to other people, but I would have the option of being alone whenever I wished to have some space... Close friends. Yes. I have been good friends with two people during the course of my life. One of them here in fact, my roommate..."
How much to tell about that last query? Just answer the question he supposed. "Finally, yes, I completed my training in Johto. I arrived here... I suppose nearly half a year ago now." How time flew when you were busy. He suppose now it must be more than a year since his last letter to Dith. That long? He had been sure he was doing the right thing at the time, but as time went on his conviction wavered. He missed him. Was it too late to change his mind?
Skiron replied with a soft smile.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:01 am
"That's true," Shawn agreed. "Better to move forward without looking back." He listened, intrigued, as Frost explained the pecking order of the ranks and the living quarters that accommodated each. He almost laughed at the mention of the Executives being aloof, but didn't. There were always people who thought they were better than or too good for others, it seemed. Or perhaps they were just kept too busy to socialize. The boy didn't envy them.
"Okay, that makes sense. But you said you have two people, right? What about the other one? Don't you miss them?" Still, if Frost had only two close friends in his lifetime and one of them existed within Team Rocket, Shawn wondered if maybe he was too quick to judge the organization. Maybe he just had to meet the right people to change his opinion of them. Frost, for example, seemed like a generally nice person.
"Wow. Do you remember Johto? Did you like it? I mean, besides your, uh, living conditions." He continued quickly, "I hope I don't sound too nosy. If I am, just tell me and I'll shut up. It's just that I'm from Johto myself, so I wondered what other people thought of it. I've lived my whole life there up until now."
Lindsay told Skiron grumpily, She huffed.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:49 am
"Mmh. I suppose I do," Frost paused to splash his face clean, "but under the circumstances separation was unavoidable. That is all I shall say on the matter." Of course he missed him. Maybe he should write... but if that somehow allowed Dith to track him down he couldn't forgive himself. The last thing he wanted was to get his friend tangled up with Team Rocket... Well actually it would be nice to have him here... No. He had a nice normal life. Leave him to it.
"On the matter of nosiness," the small man went on, "you may ask me anything, and I will not be angry so long as you are prepared that some questions will be met with silence. I have no objection to telling you my opinion on Johto. It was... nice enough, certainly I had no objection to the place. Blackthorn City was quite impressive in particular."
said Skiron with a shake of his head. want to believe that?>
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:11 pm
Since Frost was being so polite, Shawn felt it was only fair to do the same. If the man didn't want to discuss things, he wouldn't press him. After all, he was just a lowly trainee and the blonde had been here for quite some time, it seemed. "Blackthorn City, huh?" he murmured. "I heard it's a nice place." Not that he'd ever seen it. There was only one place he had ever experienced himself, and that was the city he called home. "What about Goldenrod? Ever been there?" He paused. "Is your friend from Johto?"
Lindsay hissed, turning her head back to Skiron. she snapped. This talk of bonds with humans was getting to her. She wasn't satisfied because although Skiron assured her that Frost was a good trainer, he still didn't sound anything like the trainers outside of Team Rocket. The Glaceon made it sound as though being showered with love and affection was unnecessary or embarrassing, but secretly that was what Lindsay longed for most of all. Maybe a little more than an average trainer's bond with his pokemon. Glancing at Shawn, she watched him for a bit as he worked. Sure, he gave her space and her pick of food and treated her like a princess, but that was the thing. His fear. She was finally beginning to notice what a gap it put between them. Like a servant afraid to get too close to his princess, he tended to her like royalty, but showed her no love. It was starting to get lonely.
Suddenly, Lindsay got up and walked over to Shawn. "Jol?" she spoke meekly, not wanting to startle him. She knew by now how jumpy he could get.
"O-oh! I-is there something you want, Lindsay?" he asked, scooting back to make room for her. At least that's what he hoped it looked like. She saw his hand with the brush shaking, however, and his eyes were filled with fright. Her ears drooped. Maybe Skiron and Frost's bond was something to envy after all. Shawn wasn't like the other Rockets, so why was it so hard to get him to warm up to her?
Determined to make her affections for the boy known, she bowed her head and nuzzled it against his bare arm. He flinched, shutting his eyes tight as he felt her spiky fur against his skin. Realizing she meant him no harm, he opened one eye, then the other. "Good girl..." he mumbled, slowly reaching to pet her.
Satisfied, the Jolteon settled herself in his lap, making it impossible for him to continue scrubbing without changing positions. He sighed. "F-frost - I mean, sir - um...if you were me, what would you do in this situation?" He held his arms up slightly, as if there were a Cacnea in his lap instead of the Jolteon. Her fur was soft when she was calm, but he didn't want to take any chances just in case he accidentally angered her. He had become used to her fickle moods.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 11:48 am
Skiron replied with a soft chuckle, Jealousy. He actually felt really quite sorry for her; her human was clearly frightened of her. He couldn't imagine living with somebody who tensed up every time you approach them. She felt she couldn't be angry with her trainer, and so she directed anger at the rest of the world, was that it? Perhaps.
"Goldenrod? That wretched hive of scum and villainy?" Frost raised an eyebrow and fetched out some aftershave. "I jest," he went on as he splashed it onto his face and put the bottle away again, "somewhat. I spent some time in the city during my training. The nice parts are very nice, and the nasty parts are very nasty. Partially thanks to our presence of course, so I-" At that point Shawn was ambushed by his pokemon, and the youth's reaction caused Frost to raise an eyebrow again. Well at least he hadn't fainted this time, that was a step forward. "If I were you I would probably remove her and continue with my work. I am not you, however, and so I recommend you keep stroking her for a while. Desensitisation is one of the best ways to treat a phobia, although of course cognitive behavioural therapy alongside is beneficial too... Where was I? Oh, yes, so I suppose I can't complain, and no, he isn't from Johto."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 8:55 am
The Jolteon's ear perked at Skiron's reply. He was older and more experienced than her, true. But part of the reason the Glaceon's maturity exceeded Lindsay's may have been due to the fact that she had been evolved very soon after being born an eevee. She had not had a chance to develop mentally or socially before she had been forced to develop physically, and thus her reasoning and logic left much to be desired.
All she really wanted, though, when it came down to it was to feel loved. She chose not to answer to the ice-type's remark, already disliking the way he was making her feel inferior. Like he knew things she didn't, or that he could see right through her. Which, she hated to admit, was probable. Closing her eyes, she turned her head away from the other eeveeloution, burying her face against Shawn's clothes.
A...joke? From this serious guy? The teenager smiled sheepishly. He'd thought for a second Frost had meant it. "Yeah...isn't that the way it is with all places, though; especially cities?" He smile widened at the blonde's mentioning of their presence being part of the reason. It dropped instantly as he listened to the advice given.
This guy...he may have seemed cold and brutally honest on the outside, but there was no way he could have been like that all the way through. Especially not to have enough consideration to keep Shawn's fear in mind. The trainee grimaced as his phobia was stated so openly, but with his extraordinary failure at keeping it a secret, he couldn't really expect anyone else who had been in the cafeteria to be oblivious to it. "Thank you...sir," he said quietly, in silent reverance of the grunt.
"So, uh...what's his name?" the kid asked, hoping to maintain polite conversation without seeming too awkward.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:34 am
"Mmh, don't thank me," Frost made a small dismissive gesture, peering at his reflection and turning his head from side to side to make sure his shaving efforts hadn't missed a spot. "Practical advice," he went on, "we are part of a team. It only makes sense for me to give good advice to less experienced members so that they may become assets." Satisfied that he really was properly shaven, the small blond turned back to Shawn again. "Returning to your earlier point about cities, that is indeed the case. It is the case for almost all human settlements. Human nature is not naturally... nature is not naturally? Mmh. Anyway. Humans. Just as cities have areas of great beauty and great darkness, so too do people. Some cities are seedier than others, but even the most glittering metropolis has its dangerous slums. Goldenrod was no darker than any city its size, but neither was it as bright as its name and veneer would have the casual tourist or sheltered child of a happy middle class home believe."
He had probably rambled a bit much there. Cities being like people? Well he supposed it was apt; all cities held evil as did all people, but why had he felt the need to go on about it? It was irrelevant, and it was illogical to spend time talking about irrelevant things... But wasn't it interesting to speculate? Could not idle speculation lead to new ways of thinking and doing things? If that was so then rambling was perfectly logical... The boy had said something else.
"Umm... His name? My roommate? His name is Xander." He didn't really think that was what Shawn had meant, but if he could turn the question he would, it was more polite than just refusing to answer. He didn't want to share information about his old friend with anyone, even somebody who seemed as harmless as Shawn did. He knew very well that he was a poor judge of character. Who knew what they boy might do if he thought he could profit from a bit of information he let slip?
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:03 am
A corner of Shawn's mouth turned upward in a half-smile. Being street-smart, knew better than to delude himself with the notion that people might actually care when they didn't. That said, though, he also made a point to be aware of the reverse. "Oh, yeah. Sure, that's all it is. Practicality and good sense."
Not all less experienced members were expected to become 'assets', Shawn figured. The fact that Frost knew of his fear and yet believed he could overcome it eventually to be valuable to Team Rocket was astounding to the teen. No one but Flare had really believed in him for anything before. The boy cleared his throat.
"Heh, are you a poet or something?" the trainee asked Frost. "Because you really should be if you aren't. I don't think I've heard so much flowerly language in my life." Not that he didn't appreciate it. Not wanting the older man to think he was soft for liking such descriptions, Shawn said nothing, but he actually enjoyed hearing the other man speak the words. "Either way, that was really well-put, I think." Not...that his opinion probably mattered at all to the grunt. He had to remember that.
Frost seemed to be lost in thought for some time before Shawn had asked his next question, to which Frost briefly replied. "Oh, well, actually I meant the friend you had outside of Team Rocket, but it's good to know your roommate too. I think I remember him from the cafeteria." The concerned, gentle young man who was only slightly older than Shawn himself. If Frost was his roommate, the two really seemed to get along well.
As Frost didn't seem to elaborate on the matter, the boy took the hint and decided not to ask any more questions about the man's personal relationships. He went back to scrubbing silently and obediantly, unaware that his half-smile from earlier was still on his lips. Lindsay, realizing Shawn needed to get to work, quickly stepped out of his way, having been pacified by his petting. Calmly, she went over to Skiron and sat by him, watching Shawn from afar but saying nothing to the Glaceon.
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