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afterburnerIf Renee had been the type of person to drink alcohol...well, really, she still wasn't old enough to imbibe. Which was a good thing. But she wasn't inclined to anyway. She had her reasons.
She narrowed her eyes a little at Master Oranguru behind the bar, and resumed drinking her pineapple-coconut juice, a frown on her face.
"Yeah, you're fine, you didn't mess up," she grumbled at the Pokemon. Though despite everything, it was a pretty mild grumble. At least she hadn't hurt her Pokemon egg--that was still cradled in its holder, perched in a place of doubtful pride on her lap.
Stompy raised his trunk from where he'd been shoveling a few berries into his mouth, and patted Renee's leg.
"Yeah, I know, but I didn't even get to do anything. Some Trainer I am. Some hero," she sneered at herself.
She narrowed her eyes a little at Master Oranguru behind the bar, and resumed drinking her pineapple-coconut juice, a frown on her face.
"Yeah, you're fine, you didn't mess up," she grumbled at the Pokemon. Though despite everything, it was a pretty mild grumble. At least she hadn't hurt her Pokemon egg--that was still cradled in its holder, perched in a place of doubtful pride on her lap.
Stompy raised his trunk from where he'd been shoveling a few berries into his mouth, and patted Renee's leg.
"Yeah, I know, but I didn't even get to do anything. Some Trainer I am. Some hero," she sneered at herself.