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. ]
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You are too kind to me, Jill. ;)
Me? Cute? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Lycanroc? What is that?
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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.
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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.]
She's cute. Definitely reminds me of you...
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[ 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. ]
Payback is sweet, huh.
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It absolutely is ;)
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