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[ bnw . private thread with
condescent ]
Most people would draw Pokemon. Or gestures, or the city. Instead: wildly stylized, vaguely mythological figures twisting across the page, of course. He's in a terribly casual artistic mood, worse than when he fills whole pages with fashion. Mostly, though, he's just people-watching, Togepi having tucked itself against the crook of his arm.
He is the absolute picture of "doing nothing of value to Union society." ]
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In the meantime, seeing as how I'm certainly not going to expend enough effort to build up a sweat, it looks like our only means of defense is a tiny soul-stealing candle. [The Litwick's flame puffs up with pride and Joshua immediately begins cooing at it.] Why yes, of course you can eat all the souls of anyone who stands against us you want.
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Hey, now, I'm gonna have to disapprove of soul-eating. Like you said-- powers humans can't possibly comprehend, right? We'll figure out how to hold our own.
[ don't you feel so confident that you won't be eaten, Josh ]
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[He hugs the Litwick close to him and they both give Sanae identical wide-eyed stares of innocence.] Besides, you wouldn't want my poor little Litwick to starve to death, would you? How cruel.
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Oh, sure. I wouldn't want to be cruel.
[ The poor Tyranitars. ]
Well, since you don't want to break a sweat, I'd better start training. [ It... could happen... ]
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Is that what they're calling lazing about drinking coffee these days?
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[ He sounds kind of actually wistful. How many beans can a traveling pack hold, this is the ultimate question of Sanae's existence. ]
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