Glenna
Blake nodded in agreement to the man's statement, continueing to calm down his Rotom until it had eased up. He had to admit, Pokémon were better than people. He could understand them better and they didn't want to force him to try to have better ability to show his emotions and such, not that he didn't want to have a better understanding of his emotions, people just often did it in ways he did not like.

Some people were ok, he had met this incredibly anxious kid who was actually super sweet and kind, they were a wonder to talk to about his problems and they were just so gentle with their words and with their Pokémon. He liked them, he liked them alot. Of course, there were people that he hadn't seen here yet that he got along fairly ok with. An old companion by the name of Hugh, they were good hang around, he wondered if they were here too.

Pokémon on the other hand were perfect companions, more than just animals to battle with, they were his friends. It was always interesting to see how they reacted when they realised his emotion comprehension problems and since he was constantly so calm no matter what they did to him, even wild Pokémon grew to like him. 

His team however, they were closer than close. His Dewott had been with him from when he was a baby and each new addition made his life better, more worth living. Even with their little imperfections, it gave him more ways to understand other people's problems and other Pokémon's problems, by learning from his own.

"So... What now? Apologies if that sounds needy in a way."
Arthur
```Lonely people get along well```

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The bisharp finished the rest of its treats off letting out a small relived sigh. The kids rotom had piqued its interest and it wanted to try to give it a hello for a change. Even if the bladed pokemon hadn't had the right impression of its trainer it most certainly was interested by the electric type pokemon that was seated across the table.

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Grimsley sighed slightly looking down at the cold marble table, it was days like these that made wonder what he was doing with his life. He was sure that he had been a complete utter distraction and was wasting the poor trainers time but it wasn't like he seemed busy at all. Perhaps his mind was completely busy and maybe he'd be able to pick up a few more samples of his thoughts.

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He's met many people as an Elite four trainer, Kids and adults alike. There was something that they all had in common. They all seemed to have some kind of hope and energy driving them forward to reach their goals. It was all so stereotypical but it was true, even the most hopeless bunch of human beings had something that was driving them forward in life. Even if it was the thought of what you'd eat for the next breakfast, or the thought of death bracing oneselves sooner or later- It really did depend on the person.

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"Oh good heavans no you don't sound needy at all. I hope it isn't intrusive for me to ask but... Have you ever battled in the Unovian Elite four before? You feel very familiar." Grimsley had a very fickle mind and struggled to remember things, He was terrible at remembering dates, names and faces.
Glenna
The small dual type Pokémon looked over at the Bisharp, buzzing a little curiously as it hesitantly went out of it's trainer's arms and floated over to the other Pokémon. It flew around them curiously, going infront of their face and booping them with it's plasma like wing-hand before giggling and nuzzling against them. It didn't mind that the Bisharp had a douple type advantage over it, it liked them and it felt like they could be friends!

The brunette tilted their head to one side, slightly confused. He then shook his head lightly, watching the two Pokémon interact slightly. He wished he could make friends as easily ashis Pokémon but kids his age often wanted someone more energetic and... Well... Normal.

"No, I never really took part in competitive battles. It might of been Black, we get mistaken for eachother often although I doubt he got far enough to challenge you."
Arthur
```i'm too tired to
Make sense.```

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The bisharp let out a small pleasant chirp from the sudden friendliness from the rotom phone. Any Pokemon that showed kind and care for their trainer would instantly have her respect. 

Making friends was a god send, the most closest thing he had to a friend was the ex champion of Unova. He considered the firey man to be like a father figure to him. The only person he could sit down and spew the deep thoughts that whirred in his mind.

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"Oh i am so sorry for the mix up! I do believe i've had a good few run in's with the other boy... Oh oh oH how rude of me- I don't even know your name."
Glenna
"It's fine, it happens alot."

He watched as his Pokémon buzzed around the Bisharp, giggling before it looked over at Blake and pointed to it's new friend as if to say "Hey, look at this, this is frend" To which the boy gave a small nod.

Looking over at Grimsley, he hesitated for a moment before looking down a little. He wondered if he should say the truth, or say what was nore comfortable for him. It would of been hard to tell if he was lieing either way, he had no things that showed if he was lieing or not, no actions or habits that came with lieing.

"Lack-Two. A bit of an odd name, but I don't mind it."
Arthur
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Though he wasn't fond of people nor did he like to go out of his way to socialise with others he most certainly did like to keep a certain standard to the way he'd act. Yes perhaps he would throw in a bit of unneeded shade as to how he'd acted and sometimes he'd be considerably coy as well but he did like to maintain some kind of formality to the way he acted. Had Lack-two been a complete adult he most likely would never have blown those whips of smoke into his face.

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For someone as young as he, he most certainly forgot more than he needed to. He often gave the impression that he knew everything and that he'd never forget important dates but he was helpless with things like that. According to many he'd often present himself in such a way that they'd never have guessed that he had a bad memory.

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He looked at the boy carefully his alluring gaze seemingly never leaving him as Lack looked down. He wondered why that could be? It was only natural that he'd draw the conclusion that there was something that there was a card missing from this deck. He didn't raise a brow nor did he bat an eye as the kid announced his names. He wasn't about to press matters on a simple thing like that.

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He flashed him a smile, allowing his head to rest in the palms of his hand. "My oh my isn't that kind of ominous? I like it. I would introduce myself but i'm sure you've heard of me. I'm Grimsley apart of Unovas elite four and I dare say 'tis most certainly a pleasure to have gotten to meet you." The words he spoke where words with value for he meant them.

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His bisharp on the other hand was acting like a different Pokemon all together as its tough steely glare melted into something more pleasant. Had she smiled more Grimsley was certain that she'd be more adored by people on the streets and wouldn't be looked at like a threat. For once it felt that it could sit down at rest although that wouldn't mean she'd suddenly let her iron force down. Her guard will always be up; just like a true night.
Glenna
The Rotom buzzed around the table, flittering about like a butterfly more than a... Plasma... Tech-possessing.. Electric... Ghost... Thing... Yeah- Anyhoo, it looked at it's two new friends and squeaked in an exicted and happy way before going onti it's trainer's head and resting on it, it's wing-like arms drooping over it's trainer's eyes a littke so he had to ever so gently move the Rotom's hands away so he could, y'know, still see.

He was stunned a little when his name seemed to get complimented, he froze up a little in almost a bluescreened like state. A bit odd how just Grimsley saying that he liked his name and that it was a pleasure to meet them made Blake freeze up like this, he must of *Really* Not been used to having anything nice said about him by someone like them.

"Thank... Thank you?? Apologies if that sounds rude..."

He noticed them lean their head on their hand and he did the same, a wierd little habit of his, just copying actions like this, even if he didn't know the meaning of them.
Arthur
```how about Uncle G drags you along for a wild ride?```

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The kid most certainly was odd indeed, Not that he had an issue with that or anything! If anything that probably made the kid just that much more bearable, likeable even. Eccentricity would always hold a very strong place in his heart. They were just that much more memorable than your average human beings and they honestly understood more than most people could.

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His smile grew into something much more sweeter, whatever menacing look he was wearing in the alley way had now evaporated away. He could be much nicer, he only really chose to be nice with the few people that he actually gave his proper time to. Here was when Grimsley acted like the perfect uncle figure.

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Sometimes he wished that he had a brother, the idea of being an uncle was so fun. He could play around with their kid and the minute it started acting up and caused a ruckus he could easily just hand it back to their parents and leave right out the door. *Okay maybe that wasn't the best thought process but it was a small thought he kept to himself.*

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"No no you're completely fine... I must say you are quite different to the other trainers i've come across, I like that about you." He replied with a soft sparkle in his eye.
Glenna
He tried to stay as still as possible whilst his Rotom patted his face, the small Pokémon laying on it's trainer's head and giggling in a mischievous sort of way. He didn't mind his face being pet, it was comforting in a way knowing that your Pokémon loved you, even if you weren't exactly the most perfect of human beings on this earthly plain that is just floating through space on it's own accords.

"Really? You.. Genuinely *Like* Me?..Huh... Odd.."

He moved his hand to pet the ghost and electric dual type Pokémon, it nuzzling against his hand and buzzing contently. He wondered how his Pokémon still liked him, only his Dewott had a nickname and he didn't really talk to many other people. His Pokémon did truely and genuinely love their trainer though, despite Blake's imperfections he cared for the to the best of his ability, he made them feel safe and loved and he didn't mind *Their* Imperfections.

"That... Means alot, thank you.. You're rather nice to be around too.."