Arthur
`I don't like sweet things`

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Time, what a precious thing indeed. Time that he had way too much off. Call him a fool, dub him naive that was just how he was as a person. He really was ditzy sometimes and it was that very attitude of his that had gotten him into serious scenarios in the pass that influenced him in a very *Not-so-benefitting* Way.

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Like an incoherent child he hummed loudly *And annoyingly* To himself as he opened the door with a loud *Bang*. Debates were such lovely things indeed, he had them quite often if we're being entirely honest here. With Caitlin he'd endlessly poke fun towards her the kind that would bother the psychic type trainer very much, with Marshal he'd endlessly argue with the man the two never seemingly could agree *Although he did enjoy his company very much from time to time.* Fights were great if anything.

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His bisharp followed the two from a bit of a distance, he really was so much more intimidating then the pokemon needed to be but ah well thats just how it was and his trainer loved him to bits for that. 

"Say you're quite awkward." He bluntly said. *Since when did he go out his way to stir trouble?*
Glenna
The brunette seemed to be unphased by the humming, nor the door being opened loudly or the Bisharp's intimidating aura. The Rotom thst had been peacefully sleeping jolted and looked around, scared as heck whilst it clung to it's trainer's arm and whinpered. The boy pat it softly, whispering calming things to it and caressing it until it drifted back to sleep in his arms.

"There we go.."

He then looked up at Grimsley, shrugging slightly. He wasn't quite sure himself why he was like this, he just sort of was.

"I mean, I rarely have this much interaction with another person, not many people actually like me."
Arthur
`Don't be so bitter`

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Such an odd boy indeed. 

The odd ones are always the one you shouldn't underestimate them at all, just like you shouldn't underestimate the quiet ones. 

He sighed slightly drumming his fingers on the cool counter top slightly as he waited for the kid to do something, he wasn't sure what he was expecting from him but ah well. He nodded his head in agreement to what he said. "Oh please tell me about it, People are so hard to manage honestly, always so quick to judge." He said with a slight sigh.

His bisharp peered over at the many flavours that the store had to offer. 

"What flavour would you like?"

Was the question he was asking both his own pokemon and the young trainer. Perhaps his little rotom would like something too
Glenna
He nodded in agreement, looking down at his Pokémon. People *Were* So quick to judge, barely even thinking about his side of the story when he acsidentaly offends them. It had been this way for a long while, he had gotten used to it by now.

He looked up at Grimsley for a moment, not even sure on how to go about this. This was probably the nicest someone had genuinely been to him, it was odd.

"Chocolate please Sir, if that's alright with you."

He looked at him, patting it's head gently. He always preferred Pokémon, they understood him, they knew how to like him and he knew how to like them.

"Rotom can't eat ice cream though."
Arthur
`A treat for the young boy`

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Grimsley could say the same, that's probably the main reason why he was so disconnected to the few people that he had connections with. How often did that happen? Much too many times that was for sure. The fact that the people around him associated the trainer to be a heavy gambler most certainly didn't help his case any further, people didn't realise that he was a recovered one actually but ah well he'd let them think what they wanted to.

"Man oh man aren't you fancy?" He scoffed as he ordered it and a couple of poke puffs for the two Pokemon. He assumed that the rotom would enjoy that at least right? And finally he ordered himself a bitter gourd ice cream. He turned back to face the uptight boy with a tired smile, leaning on the counter slightly. "Please, just call me Uncle G." 

He made all kids call him that, *At least the ones that actually bothered to talk to the so called intimidating dark type trainer.* Now that he was inside, he wasn't going to bother keep his shades on, wasn't that considerably rude? He pulled them off and let them hang off of the collar of his shirt receiving the order minutes later. 

He handed the cool cone to Blake and gave him a bag of poke puffs. Grimsley's own Pokemon ushered over to one of the tables with slight excitement. It may have been cold as metal and tough like steel but in the end of the day it loved nothing more than having a sweet treat from time to time, was that too much of a crime?
Glenna
"Uhm.."

He tilted his head a little to one side, he wasn't fancy right? He just liked chocolate, it tasted nice and it went really well with a bunch of things. Looking up at him, he tilted his head in confusion. 'Uncle G'? But his parents had been dead ever since he was round about one or two and he had no other relations, neither did his parents.

"Thank you."

He nodded to the Bisharp as it ushered them to a table and sat down, licking peacefully at the ice cream as his Rotom shuffled into the bag and began nomming on the poképuffs. It seemed very happy with the treats, buzzing in an exicted way.
Arthur
`a cold treat to warm you right up`

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He took a seat right next to his blade pokemon and fed it the pokepuffs before licking his own bitter cone shivering from not only the cold but the flavour of it. Nothing jolted him wide awake better than bitter foods. 

Grimsley wouldn't have known that the kids parents were non-existing. Had he known than maybe he'd have acted a little nicer and less forceful with his actions because as a kid that grew up with daddy issues and no mom at some point he knew that shits ought to be more than just tough for him. 

The bisharp was more than delighted to be fed its food and consumed it like the little prince he was gladly ate its food with a smug like face. Grimsleys gaze fell onto the little Rotom, it was unlike the many rotoms he's seen before. They usually seemed more energetic and loud but it was nice to see it more calm and tamed for a change.

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He flashed the kid another rare smile and shook his head slightly. "Ah don't mention it kiddo it's the least I could do."
Glenna
The Rotom shuffled out of the bag, leaving a good bunch of pokepuffs for the other members of Blake's team. It them hovered onto it's trainer's lap, buzzling in a content manner. The boy pet it softly, not minding the small electric shocks he got from doing so.

"Alright.."

He wondered why Grimsley was acting like this towards him, with Black it was more like they just *Had* To tolerate them but with him it felt like Grimsley wanted to be there. He set it at the back af his mind for now, continuing the lick his chocolate ice cream.
Arthur
`lighten up a little`

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Perhaps it was just his odd nature of dragging people around from time to time and forcing them into doing various different kinds of bets and wagers that affected them terribly on their end. It was a *Bad habbit* Of his but even as a recovered gambler nothing excited him more than putting all of yourself on the line, Sink or swim they say. 

From what he had seen people were so much more distant with their rotoms. Was it because the pokemon helped power up items? Who knows the world is a weird place after all. 

Everything he was doing was sheerly out of his own free will, he was in the mood of bugging some people and dragging them around, he was in the mood of seeing people for once. His mood always swung around quite often although other adults would never be able to tell. 

"You don't smile much do you?"
Glenna
"I can't smile."

He said simply, now just eating at the wafer cone. He said it with such certainty and without hesitation it must of been like he had said it a hundred times before, which may or may not have been somewhat the case. Looking up at Grimsley, he gave a little shrug.

"Not that I'm trying to be 'edgy' or whatever the term is, I genuinely cannot comprehend the emotions to have a genuine smile. The same is with crying, being angry and what not. I've cried once, but that was out of pain, pain *Does* Register though, I can show you-"

Before he had the chance to reach into his satchel, probably for one of his switchblades or such, his Rotom stopped him. It put one of it's arm-wing like appendages on his hand, looking up at him with mass amounts of concern and sadness until he sighed and used both hands to pet the little Rotom.

"Right... I need to get out of bad habits.."
Arthur
`its six o clock i'm too tired for creative titles`

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His brow raised upwards again out of curiosity, what a blunt way to put it. Not being able to smile he says? How peculiar indeed there were many kinds of things he's heard in this world before and *Surpisingly* This wasn't one of them. Not show emotions? Now he never truly did believe in that kind of nonsense. How'd you know that you were feeling *Nothing* In the first place? 

Even words couldn't describe that term properly, it would just be a whole string of other words that described the humans understanding of emotionless, of nothing. When people say nothing they think absent, not there, non-existing but what would it really mean for a person to feel completely empty and have no emotions? Questions... Way too many questions. 

As the kid moved towards his blades Grimsleys own version of a living blade stood up in its seat again snaring its deadly sharp body. Had the trainer not raised his hand the pokemon surely would have lunged forward and given Blake a nasty cut on the face. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, how intriguing indeed. 

"My oh my it may seem that I too need to cut my Bisharps bad habits but that was a very strong choice of words- I take that you don't get along with people?" He mused maintaining that friendly smile despite the fact that the little homicide in the making nearly tried to stab him twice. 
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