Rose's self exploration was momentarily interrupted by an animate weapon with a trainer's backpack strap tangled around its hilt whirling by, slinging the backpack and all of its contents everywhere. Sword loved existing too!
A haggard and surprisingly dirty man hobbled after the ghost-type with one arm half-heartedly outstretched. The cuffs of his jeans were caked in...something and what looked like dust and oil spattered his shirt. His hair was a mess.
"I'm so sorry," he panted to Rose before he reached her. Trainer handbook pages fluttered through the air like cherry blossoms.
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Rose's self exploration was momentarily interrupted by an animate weapon with a trainer's backpack strap tangled around its hilt whirling by, slinging the backpack and all of its contents everywhere. Sword loved existing too!
A haggard and surprisingly dirty man hobbled after the ghost-type with one arm half-heartedly outstretched. The cuffs of his jeans were caked in...something and what looked like dust and oil spattered his shirt. His hair was a mess.
"I'm so sorry," he panted to Rose before he reached her. Trainer handbook pages fluttered through the air like cherry blossoms.