"I never quite thought of it that way," Steven admits, "but I haven't done much with the mechanical sort of Pokemon. The closest I've come to one of those is my floating magic key-ring. But you're right-- there is potential there, real potential."
She's not Charley. She's older. Too much hair. Shorter. Wrong eyes. But that look of passion in her eyes, that glee in knowing-- they remind him so much of his sister that it takes his breath away.
"I'm Steven," he says, suddenly, realizing he never properly introduced himself.
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(She's wonderful.)
"I never quite thought of it that way," Steven admits, "but I haven't done much with the mechanical sort of Pokemon. The closest I've come to one of those is my floating magic key-ring. But you're right-- there is potential there, real potential."
She's not Charley. She's older. Too much hair. Shorter. Wrong eyes. But that look of passion in her eyes, that glee in knowing-- they remind him so much of his sister that it takes his breath away.
"I'm Steven," he says, suddenly, realizing he never properly introduced himself.