Dorothy
Blake was honestly a little confused, why were they grinning like that? Did he say something funny without knowing? Was this situation funny to them? Well, he knew Grimsley was a bit of an odd person but what had happened for then to find this in any way funny?

"It's different to say the least."

The Rotom sighed, satisfied with itself as it rested down in it's trainer's shoulder. The boy pet the exhausted ghost and electric dual type Pokémon gently, it buzzing in a happy and content sort of way.

"Oh, Black gave me wrong directions because he's a dumbass."

He said blaitantly, groaning a little at the mere mention of the other Unovan boy. They were just so *Loud,* It gave him headaches half the time just being in the same room as them, let alone when they get all exicted about battling and beating everyone and winning the Pokémon league and yadda yadda. Honestly, Blake had no intrest in any of that stuff, he just came here to get AWAY from people like Black.
Brenda
`I'm not a fan of speaking but i'm speaking now so hear me out`

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It was grin that he normally possessed on his face, the kind of smile that he put on when he was intrigued by something. Intrigue that he'd dare not show with his eyes or dare not convey with his vocal chords. 

He nodded his head in agreement to Blakes answer. Different... Different was good sometimes, it made things more memorable in his opinion but alas not everyone thought the same now did they? What would be the fun in that. 

His bisharp finally let stood out of its menacing stance taking her place back behind the elite four members legs where it stood seeking some kind of safe refuge there. He loved her very much despite the various occasions where his shirt and skin would have been lightly pressed against the blades of the pokemons body when he'd tried to have hugged it in the past. He wasn't much of a handsy person anyways. 

Black.. Black... Oh yes! How could he forget? The kid certainly did leave a lasting impression on him when they had first met that was for sure... He gave off the impression of being the kind of kid that you could bait out into a white van. *A thought he'd never dare say out loud, he though off many things he shouldn't say.* 

"Oh my... Perhaps I could be off some kind of assistance maybe?"
Dorothy
Honestly, you probably could lead Black into a white van. He'd be hesitant and sceptical at first of course but if you promised something like a battle or hell, even going so far as a gym badge, then he'd follow you in like a little brown haired (or rather feathered) duckling with red, white and black cap on. His Pokémon would probably get him out if there was nobody else, and if Blake happened to be there then he'd just let them get taken.

With the Rotom rolling off of his shoulder and into his arms, Blake seemed to ease up with his Pokémon's contact. His usual stern expression softened as he pat it's head gently, the Rotom giving a squeaky buzz as it's trainer looked back up at them.

"I think I'll be alright Sir, I have nothing really to do and I'm sure you're busy or would just rather be left alone."
Brenda
`Me? Busy? N e v er `

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Black wasn't the brightest person in all honesty but thats how most kids were, *Stupid.* He didn't hate them through and through like that but he was the kind of adult that sit and laugh all high and mighty about the underlings but it wasn't like he was wrong most of the time. Such foolish people indeed, no one would ever understand how it was like to live the high life, life that was truly glamorous and enjoyable. 

He glanced down at the small Rotom, *How cute.* He took in a sharp finally taking off his rounded shades to get a real good look of the trainer. "Left alone? Pish posh i'm on holiday for goodness sake am I not allowed to try socialise with my own free will?" He announced in an equally under whelming tone almost sounding sarcastic. Though it may be true that he wasn't amused by others he wouldn't feel satisfied till he could confirm to himself that there *Was indeed* Nothing special about Blake. 

*Just like the other mindless kids*
Dorothy
"Well, of course you can."

He said, he would of folded his arms or put them by his side but his Rotom was still sleeping in his arms. Not that he minded of course, his Pokémon were the closest he considered to actual friends, so he was willing to at least let them sleep in his arms.

"My apologies if that offended you, Sir."

Was he really sorry though? If he could regulate emotions properly then he probably would of been, but with him being him? It was hard to tell. He wasn't as readable as other kids, his expression and tone were devoid of what normal kids usually had an abundance of.

"I suppose I am just not used to people talking to me.."