the season approaches! commence ice-skating!
Who: Misty, Weavile
What: ... lol ice-skating.
Where: Ice-skating rink.
When: November 6th, Saturday, around noon or later (after Misty finds Brendan training)
It had been a while since Misty went ice-skating. How long has it been? Surely more than a year. She expected to be rusty about it, that was for sure, but she didn't quite expect to be bad either. If by some crazy chance, she was really that bad now, she could just practice again to maintain her balance, right? All it took was practice and the right sense of balance. That's all she needed.
Weavile, an ice- and dark-type Pokemon, surely would have some amount of skill when it came to this sort of thing. She wasn't quite sure how he would fare in his human form, but... perhaps he could just change to Pokemon form if he had to? Misty wouldn't horribly mind. She couldn't communicate as easily with him if he changed to that form, sure, but they could work something out. She was a trainer for a reason. She had her roundabout ways of 'understanding' Pokemon. Eventually. Sort of.
She arrived to his dorm room with two things in hand: her ice skates and a small bag of poffins. She didn't know which kind Weavile liked most, so she brought both sweet and dry flavors. She didn't think he'd be the type to enjoy spicy, and she wasn't exactly sure about sour and bitter, so she just went with those. They weren't really fresh-made, though- she'd made them the day beforehand- but surely they'd still be good.
She knocked.
What: ... lol ice-skating.
Where: Ice-skating rink.
When: November 6th, Saturday, around noon or later (after Misty finds Brendan training)
It had been a while since Misty went ice-skating. How long has it been? Surely more than a year. She expected to be rusty about it, that was for sure, but she didn't quite expect to be bad either. If by some crazy chance, she was really that bad now, she could just practice again to maintain her balance, right? All it took was practice and the right sense of balance. That's all she needed.
Weavile, an ice- and dark-type Pokemon, surely would have some amount of skill when it came to this sort of thing. She wasn't quite sure how he would fare in his human form, but... perhaps he could just change to Pokemon form if he had to? Misty wouldn't horribly mind. She couldn't communicate as easily with him if he changed to that form, sure, but they could work something out. She was a trainer for a reason. She had her roundabout ways of 'understanding' Pokemon. Eventually. Sort of.
She arrived to his dorm room with two things in hand: her ice skates and a small bag of poffins. She didn't know which kind Weavile liked most, so she brought both sweet and dry flavors. She didn't think he'd be the type to enjoy spicy, and she wasn't exactly sure about sour and bitter, so she just went with those. They weren't really fresh-made, though- she'd made them the day beforehand- but surely they'd still be good.
She knocked.