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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:28 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 8:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 2:21 am
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<> Treestar confirmed, with a glance toward Tambrey. <> The grass type blinked, surprised, at the noise from Jace's bag, but settled when he realised what the device seemed to be.
One of the nearby people shushed, again, as the noise happened, but as Jace was clearly dealing with it, it turned to just a small tutting noise as whoever it was attempted to get back into their book.
"Ah. Best not to keep parents waiting," Tambrey smiled, not wanting to keep Jace from his mother; she missed her own fairly often and had settled in the belief that, outside of Team Rocket, if someone could, then spending time with family was most important "but it was very nice to meet you two. I'll keep an eye out for your name in the competitions; I'll be able to say I met the Champion one day, then." She lightly teased, and more overtly encouraged, the boy; he did seem like he'd become a very good trainer, at least where his pokémon were concerned, and she hoped he had a very good future ahead.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 3:37 pm
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Jace nodded again, regretfully, again looked to Chester, sliding off of his chair and stepping away. "Thanks for talking to me Miss Tabitha! You're awesome!" He told her, already starting away. With sharp pause, however, he came back to the table and gathered the large pile of books, almost having forgotten to take them back to the bin at the front to be reshelved. With a laugh of embarrassment, he shifted his hold on the large pile--nearly dropping them in the process-- and waved again. "Hopefully we'll see you again real soon," he added hopefully, not even thinking that it might be odd to say that to someone he had literally just met. She was fun to talk to, and he was sure she would have more to tell him if they were, indeed, to meet again.
Chester nodded to the bayleef with a smile, curious about evolution in itself, but given little time as his boy started again toward the front. With a light chuckle, he too waved at both the grass type and its trainer, then started after his own. <> he offered, before following Jace through the rows of tables and out the doors to where his mother waited.
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