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52 Thursdays #15 ~ Jaime: Underpaid Babysitter
I had this… thing? about wooden tables. Books of paper weren’t a problem, hand-carved decorations never bothered me, and I liked picture frames as much as the next Nuzleaf, such as the enormously tall one who was currently helping me ready the back Avalodge courtyard for the festivities. Maybe it was the difference between an object being respected versus an object being stepped on, but tables and ladders- that was my niggling thing, right up there along with my loathing for doorknobs (Loathing means the same thing as hatred, or at least that’s what my vocabulary cards for the week said). So when Princeton laid the last box of plastic forks on the table, I decided to be the sensible one and flipped the table over into the frosted grass.
He pulled his red towel tighter around his shoulders and sniffled slightly. “Jaime, why did you do that?”
“I… don’t know.” I slid my hands away from m
Cactus Field General Task 1: Team Bitter-coldTitle: Drinks are on him
“Here’s another batch of Desert Sweetcakes for table number 2!”
“Cheers, mate. This cook out is going down a storm!”
“No problem at all sir!”
R2R2 watched as a Nuzleaf wearing a black shawl like outfit with sleeves handed Luke over a plate of the pastries. The Nuzleaf then ran off back to the ovens, watching the cakes rising. Guessing by his happy expression and the sighs of content coming from his mouth it smelt good. Such a shame that robots couldn’t smell then. Sigh…
He and Nunatak had just arrived to help with the cookout. There were Pokémon wandering this way and that and, over in one particular corner, he could see Illusia and Athena, their friends, working away at a meat skewer. They both waved at them and R2R2 bobbed back in return. Nunatak simply nodded. R2R2 looked at his companion. He was still highly worried. They better make this quick and then see what they could do about Nunatak’s p
PMD-U Eurasia: Cactus Field Part 1General Task 2: Prickly Patrol
I couldn’t help but yawn loudly with my drowsiness slowly overwhelming me. It’s almost midnight, and I volunteered to do the patrolling around the camp along with several other teams. We divided into different squads around the perimeter and I have Daisuke and Princeton along with me.
And frankly, Princeton followed almost immediately and yawned.
“You two are tired already?” asked the eyes-half-closed Pikachu next to us.
“I don’t usually stay up this late,” answered the Nuzleaf, who almost had his eyelids closed.
I yawned again.
“You don’t ever feel tired, are ya, Dai?” I asked.
“Nope,” Daisuke answered casually. “I love nighttime.”
Maybe I’m wrong, somehow I think Daisuke looks a lot more active at night then daytime since we got out here in the desert. I swear, he’s more like a Zubat then a Pikachu the way he fea
Masquerade ~ Part 5 (Final)
I put my hands on my hips as Rory whipped past me and across the storage room. “Oh, guys, c’mon. Let’s not tear each other up like we’ve all gone Fog-Fer.”
Coco ignored me. She launched herself straight into the air and came crashing down on top of a startled Rory. Her cloak billowed like a living flame. Sowlee was even faster. Ignoring Aiden, who remained on guard beside the door, the Litleo darted between Rory and Coco to deliver a swipe to the Chimchar’s shoulder. A shower of scarlet sparks. Two of the thousand papers on the floor caught fire and, with a yelp, Aiden dove forward to stamp out the blaze. Rory wriggled far enough between Coco’s tangled legs to sink her fangs into the Monferno’s tail, and a gust of heat enveloped the room as each girl’s flame flared like a bursting star.
Riley arrowed straight for me, red scarf streaming behind him, his tail so bushed it rivaled Adrian’s. He screeched something in a voice sever