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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:26 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 10:37 pm
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Zane walk aimlessly across the park, clipping a pokeball back to his belt after just having called Midas back. The shiny, golden arcanine had drawn too much attention, and the man wanted nothing to do with it.
He yawned, then, looking up to the sky, then around at his surroundings, bored and in desperate need of something interesting; this was a new town, afterall. Surely there might be something to catch his eye.
Or ear. The trainer's scolding caught his attention, and he turned to watch, smirking to himself. Sounded like something that might have happened a few years ago with Midas when he had been a pup. Zane had constantly found the arcanine--a growlithe at the time-- dragging his leather jacket around, trying to bring it to his master. They had had the same conversation--it seemed-- many a time, though nowadays it would have surprised him if Midas even so much as acted a little playful.
Watching from a distance, the man sat on a bench not too far away; he didn't know the guy, but for some reason--hell if he knew-- the exchange between the two brought back 'fond' memories.
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