HMD?


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[Hong Kong is sitting on a ledge somewhere. Growlithe is laying next to his leg, curled up in a sunray, and on his lap is a giant...flopping...Magikarp.]

My Growlithe caught a fish for me.


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[He finally arrived in Cherrygrove and is starving, since the last time he ate anything was a bit of trail mix yesterday. Food. He's gonna find some for him, and maybe Growlithe, since while it's been able to find its own berries it still looks exhausted ( Read more... )

[He's smoking. Before you standing Hong Kong, smoking hot...because his sleeve is on fire.]

Diu shit, fucking--

[He's flapping his sleeve against the grass and Growlithe is there. It gives a yip and rolls over like its master before is just kinda settles down and chills in the shade.]

Are these things supposed to breathe fire?

Wài. Hong Kong here.

Uh...

[He pauses and there's a rustle, maybe as though he's surveying his surroundings.]

Does anyone know where we are? Are there any other...nations out there?

[Growlithe barks a little and there a slobbering noise over the mic as--]

Oh god. DOG, YOU LICKED THE WATCH! WE NEED THAT WATCH!!

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