[doesn't he? he happens to be swinging his legs under the bench childishly, blinking about in absent concentration. then, he spots Yagyuu heading down the path.
he doesn't see a pokemon in sight, though he figures that Yagyuu is the sort of person who keeps his little monsters safe and confined within their little balls. safe, presumably from the outside world, though he's of the private opinion that it most likely works both ways. it's a style that suits Yagyuu, who he's been comparing to Niou with increasing frequency nowadays. his secrets, like his pokemon, are out of sight, but they're there, hidden beneath the surface.
it's interesting.
he raises a mild hand up in greeting.]
And is this where I make the obligatory comment about the winds of fate and its unchanging ways?
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he doesn't see a pokemon in sight, though he figures that Yagyuu is the sort of person who keeps his little monsters safe and confined within their little balls. safe, presumably from the outside world, though he's of the private opinion that it most likely works both ways. it's a style that suits Yagyuu, who he's been comparing to Niou with increasing frequency nowadays. his secrets, like his pokemon, are out of sight, but they're there, hidden beneath the surface.
it's interesting.
he raises a mild hand up in greeting.]
And is this where I make the obligatory comment about the winds of fate and its unchanging ways?