I know what you are doing, and I'm judging you for it.
You and Chris both seem like very determined people. I am certain that in time, you two will figure out what needs to be done, and your Bewear will be all the better for it. I believe in you two.
Hopefully at prom you'll be able to meet Bailey. She's a fire and flying type, and has a very "spicy" personality.
Probably Adorababy. He's very reserved at times but he cares for everyone he's close to, and even some people he's never even met before.
Thank you. I guess we'll have to keep a close eye on her for now and make sure she's not over-excited by the prospect of hugging people.
You say you're judging me and yet you made that joke. I don't really think it's fair to play at a game like that.
I'd say that sounds a lot like you, at least based on how well I know you/what I know of you. I wouldn't want to be presumptuous and act like I know you extremely well or anything, but it seems fitting.
There's just something about you that makes me almost nice.
I get the feeling you hear that a lot.
[ She sends a photo of her Midday Lycanroc, dozing off and curled up. A little like it doesn't realize it's gotten so much bigger than it used to be. It's almost dignified, almost elegant, almost pretty.... At least Jill would describe it that way. It's a little too rough around the edges that she'd call it that rather than more masculine adjectives like sturdy or something like reliable -- which she considers to be one of her good points. ]
My Rockruff evolved into this. I thought she was going to have more reddish fur, but I guess there are two different evolutions.
Well... I won't tell anyone that you have a nice side, okay? Your secret is safe with me. And my secret of whether or not I hear that I'm cute is also safe with me.
[The Lycanroc isn't exactly her type of Pokemon, but then, she supposed it might have to be one day. Her recently inherited Rockruff slept fitfully at her side, still just as troubled by the recent loss of its former owner.]
That sounds a little like I got the short end of the stick in that deal, doesn't it? But I guess there are shorter sticks to be had. Twigs, even.
[ Jill's begrudgingly accepted that it might be her type. She's not sure how she feels about "rock" as a type, but from what she knows about it's unwavering loyalty? It's the kind of pokemon she surrounds herself with. Not because she wants pokemon that will be loyal to her, but because it's a trait she relates to and deeply values.
She kind of misses the cute mutt it was, though. ]
I've always found that when you put something on, you know. There's a...a sense of how it drapes and how it falls, whether it does so with your body or against it.
And of course mirrors in the dressing rooms help. But I'd imagine we want something in a pastel or pale color, with flow. You're very slim, something formfitting would hang awkwardly on you. Something with layers and loose, flowing fabric would help create an illusion of...a more robust form, we'll say.
[Because to simply point out 'it will make you look less sickly and wan' is hardly polite.]
[Angel wouldn't have argued with the woman if she had said it. There was no sense dodging around the point. She might have gotten a little better, but seven months wouldn't even come close to mending the damage done by the course of five years.]
See, this is why I am in desperate need of your help!
Perhaps another time we could sit down and exchange such unpleasant stories.
But let's not trouble what should be an exciting time with bad memories on both of our parts. I very much would like to go shopping with you, whenever you are available.
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