[Masato, thoroughly confused, finds himself watching in stunned silence at the growing, gathering horde. They all seem so hopelessly lost--and there goes his cup of punch. With a sigh, he steps forward in the hopes of trying to usher them elsewhere--like outside--
and there goes the chandelier. This has been christened as a 'real party' now. Sighing, Masato walks over to the Ampharos, a deep frown on his face.]
Given that you seem calm... I imagine you're looking for your trainer?
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and there goes the chandelier. This has been christened as a 'real party' now. Sighing, Masato walks over to the Ampharos, a deep frown on his face.]
Given that you seem calm... I imagine you're looking for your trainer?