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It had been something that had been discussed before, and despite having to juggle different schedules Rosie, andre and Zacharie were finally able to work out a time frame that would work for the offer Andre had made to teach his brother, and Rosie herself french. It seemed like a good idea to know, Or at least something fun to do, to help get her mind off of her concerns with training, Team Rocket, and now the Grifs has Ray had been bringing light to a building problem with yet another gang.
It was hard to try and wrap her head around the fact that there was so much darkness on the island, and more difficult not to get overwhelmed by it.
It was growing dark, and with the darkness, much colder, even as she was wrapped in her Rapidash’s flames on the trip to Andre’s house, sitting at the outskirts of Camphoreon. She had never been to his new home before, the last time she visited him at his place of residence he was in an extended stay at a hotel in the city. She knew this aria thought, a lot of her mother’s co-workers owned homes out in the city outskirts by the mountains, the homes here were large and luxurious, and had a reputation of wealth and class. Her family grew up in a similar neighborhood, though one that was by the ocean on the complete opposite side of Camphoreon. Still, her home wasn’t anything like the manner she and Pastin were trotting up to now. It was older, with and older, elegant architecture. With a glance down to her pokegear and looked back up to the Manner “Yeah, this is it.” The Flebebe tucked into her blond hair gave a light chitter of intrigue as Rosie slip off of Pastin, and made her way up the walkway to knock on the front door.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:35 pm
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“It has been too long hasn’t it..” Rosie agreed, though with a little more of a bitter sweet smile. She spent a moment to prep her own tea, “Hopefully this changes with these lessons though.” Speaking of lessons, The trainer peered down at the paper placed in front of her, glancing back up as she took the pen up from the table top. It was strange how much this felt like she was in school again, even though she had been graduated for some time now. It was a reguvinating feeling, She had a good time in School, things were simple when she was still learning about the world from classes and books… It seemed much nicer looking at it from that angle, rather than living it.
The rooms smelled like tea, giving it a nice environment to learn something in, calm, in the company of people she knew were very smart. “Okay.” She acknowledged Andre’s instructions, removing the pen cap to write the header ‘alphabet’
Florbel floated up from Zacharie’s hair to the plate of treats that were sitting on the table, sniffing around the sweets to pick one that she wanted to taste. Having very little interest in paying much attention to the lesson her human was taking.
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