☘ 020; [video]
[early morning; Goldenrod Pokemon Center]
Guys, I got this weird feeling. Kind of like I can sense something behind me, but every time I look there's nothing there. Needless to say, something doesn't feel quite right here.
[If one was to look very carefully, they might see a Smoochum hiding behind the PC in the background.]
[mid-morning; Goldenrod Department Store]
[Lancer turns on the video again, seeming even more suspicious than before.]
Look, if someone wants a fight with me, they can come out and say so. Whoever's following me around, knock that shit off.
[And in the background, half-hidden behind a shelf? An incognito Smoochum in too-large sunglasses and a fedora.]
[afternoon; breeding center]
Okay, seriously! I'm tired of this, whoever the hell's stalking me you've been at it for hours! I swear if it's Whitney again I'm getting the hell out of this city.
[Does anyone else see the Smoochum slooooowly advancing on him like ninja cat? Lancer doesn't, because at that particular moment the egg he's been carrying with him decides to start shaking and cracking.]
[His attention diverted, the stalking Smoochum sees her opportunity. Closer and closer and closer...]
[Only to be intercepted by an Audino dropping down from yonder tree and engaging in an ineffective slapfight with Lancer's mysterious stalker. Meanwhile the clueless trainer himself has gone from holding an egg to holding the cutest damned thing ever.]
I swear this place gets weirder the longer I'm here.
Guys, I got this weird feeling. Kind of like I can sense something behind me, but every time I look there's nothing there. Needless to say, something doesn't feel quite right here.
[If one was to look very carefully, they might see a Smoochum hiding behind the PC in the background.]
[mid-morning; Goldenrod Department Store]
[Lancer turns on the video again, seeming even more suspicious than before.]
Look, if someone wants a fight with me, they can come out and say so. Whoever's following me around, knock that shit off.
[And in the background, half-hidden behind a shelf? An incognito Smoochum in too-large sunglasses and a fedora.]
[afternoon; breeding center]
Okay, seriously! I'm tired of this, whoever the hell's stalking me you've been at it for hours! I swear if it's Whitney again I'm getting the hell out of this city.
[Does anyone else see the Smoochum slooooowly advancing on him like ninja cat? Lancer doesn't, because at that particular moment the egg he's been carrying with him decides to start shaking and cracking.]
[His attention diverted, the stalking Smoochum sees her opportunity. Closer and closer and closer...]
[Only to be intercepted by an Audino dropping down from yonder tree and engaging in an ineffective slapfight with Lancer's mysterious stalker. Meanwhile the clueless trainer himself has gone from holding an egg to holding the cutest damned thing ever.]
I swear this place gets weirder the longer I'm here.
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One you have refused to answer outright. That sounds suspicious.
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[ BOY DOES THAT PERK LIL SMOOCHUM UP. ]
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[ Yes, lil bitty Smoochum is loving this name and it's association. ]
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[The Audino just sits on the ground and watches this unfold. She could use some popcorn.]
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[ That's her wife, Lancer and she will not tolerate the visual of Guinevere being all over a man who slept with half of Ireland.
Meanwhile, "Emer" the Smoochum is too happy with the implication of being Lancer's pokewaifu. ]
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Guess her name's Guinevere then.
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You cannot do that! She hardly looks like a Guinevere!
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