surskitty

Alrighty then. Will you bring the chobomaki?

3095-6553-4902

Hey, I can pick up my zorua now. Name your price.

Also, could we do a traeback so I an evolve my kaburumo if you don't mind?

Indeed, I'm playing Black. I'll go find a female Gothita/Gochimu for ease of breeding, then. (Any preferred nickname?) And something else for fodder. Just tell me when you're ready to trade~!

Derp, was confused between the fact that hatched Pokemon have the hatcher as OT and the fact that international Pokemon are still international within eggs. Yes, hatched would be preferable then (and I assume I'll get a male, then).

Shiny Shibishirasu would be wonderful but I'd feel bad getting it from you (even a clone) for only meaningless trade fodder! Are you sure you don't mind not getting anything valuable? (I haven't beaten the E4 so I can't Ditto-breed my male Oshawott to send you, but I could save you awhile of searching for a good-natured wild Pokemon at or before the 5th-gym city / Freezer Container!)

Do you have Wi-Fi now? I just got home for spring break so I'll have Wi-Fi until Sunday the 20th. Anytime you're ready to trade, I can be ready too. (Unless something comes up but I don't know of anything I need to do this week yet.)

If you have one available, I'd like an unhatched Zorua; hatched is fine too, and any nickname (or no nickname) is fine for a hatched one. My friend code's 3825 7985 7502. My in-game name is David but I don't remember whether you need the right name or not in the Pal Pad.

Yeah.

Thank you!

(Also, I'd like to know what his name means, please.)

Do you have wi-fi now? If so, I'd like to trade.

[2880-8904-4140; name's Emlyn]

Thanks! I appreciate it!

It's all right. Yeah, I'm still ready. (Assuming it doesn't boot me again.)

All right. Ready and waiting when you are.

Are you going to be able to trade soon? If today's bad and you won't be able to get on until next weekend, then that's fine; I'll probably be able to get one of my own by then. If not, though, I'm ready.

Awesome. Anything in particular you'd want?

I have a question! Do you have any rufflet you'd be willing to trade for something?

I take it you're ready to trade now, then?

Hi. Approve signature please. I messed up the last two times -.- it was approved because of a little " quotation mark that broke the link. Please approve or tell me why not. Thanks, either way. Sorry.
~Mewtini

I'm not entirely sure what that meant.

I saw your 7-year thread and checked the date and realized you joined exactly six months before I did which was weird.

(This is PK in case you didn't know.)

You were exactly 6 months to the day before I was. crazy.

Not entirely sure yet if this is part one of something or just something. ... It's certainly /something/.


[ tereru kotoba mo filter ni nijinde iku ]

<letsdancing> aaaand i've seen it glow kinda purpley and greeny and bluey at different times, but i don't really know why or what the difference is...
<sho1> Thanks, Haru.
<sho1> You're helping a lot with my research into that thing.
<letsdancing> no problem!! :D
<sho1> Of course, you're pretty much my only lead, considering Chrome-chan's still refusing to lend it over even just for a few completely unintrusive readings...
<letsdancing> yeah, she really loves that rock. spiritomb. thing. its almost creepy.
<letsdancing> i think she sleeps with it o.o
<sho1> ... That's at least 'almost creepy', yes.
<letsdancing> yeah.
<letsdancing> oh! you know what!
<letsdancing> you should totally come with us to our next self appreciation day!! :O you could see the rock up close and we can have cake and ice cream and everything!
<sho1> Oh... Uh...
<letsdancing> ?
<sho1> Well, listen, Haru, you're a really nice girl and everything, but... um...
<letsdancing> oh hahaha no it wouldnt be like a date or anything seriously!
<sho1> But I'm...-- Oh okay good glad that's clear.
<letsdancing> yeah itd be with me and kyouko and chrome-chan so not like a date, haha
<letsdancing> i know youre taken anyway
<sho1> Right, I get it.
<sho1> Wait.
<sho1> Wait what.
<letsdancing> no its ok!
<letsdancing> i think its cute! hes cute! youre cute together!
<sho1> ... ... What.
<sho1> Are you talking about.
<sho1> You don't mean Spanner.
<letsdancing> you knoooooow! that blond guy!
<letsdancing> yeah i guess!
<sho1> Who said it was-- we were-- We're /not/ together. Nooo no no no.
<letsdancing> huh... really? aren't you like living together and everything?
<sho1> ... Yes. But just to split the rent! It's purely for. Practical reasons.
<letsdancing> you know, you really dont have to hide anything from me! i have a womans intuition about these kinds of things
<sho1> I'm not gay!
<letsdancing> ok ok! didnt mean to pressure you or anything
<sho1> I'm pretty sure Spanner isn't either.
<sho1> I think he must be robosexual or something.
<letsdancing> well i wouldnt judge! im just saying
<sho1> But I'm /not gay/.
<letsdancing> ok
<sho1> ... I'm not.
<letsdancing> okkkkk!!
<sho1> ...
<sho1> I'm.
<sho1> I'm going over there now.
<letsdancing> over where?
<sho1> Somewhere not here.
<letsdancing> ok! ttyl!
<letsdancing> you are totally invited to self appreciation day too
<letsdancing> bring your boyfriend! :DD
* sho1 has quit (Quit: Leaving)

So when a coworker chose that time to come in from lunch and drop the folder in her hands and stammer something about 'G-Gokudera-sama!', and then the boy in question had as many squibs in his hands as he had fingers and quickly chased the woman back out of the room, he learned the boy was /the/ son of /the/ head of directors, the man behind the figurehead president, and he also liked explosives. (That was fine. Explosives weren't on his top three [Japan, giant robots, green tea], but they were definitely somewhere on his top ten. Especially if they were giant explosives /shot/ by giant robots.)

So when he'd tapped the raging boy on the shoulder and invited him to tea, and the two spent three hours discussing topics ranging from improving the current models of amphibious mechas to their personal favourite programming languages to the benefits and consequences of explosion vs selfdestruct, he learned not to ever fucking call him 'Gokudera-sama', his name was Hayato -- no, not 'Hayato-kun', jesus, what are you, his mo-- ... ... It's /Hayato/.

"Psh, if you want them, you're goddamn welcome to 'em," the boy says, snapping him out of his reverie back to the present.

"Eh, I prefer to work alone." It's true enough. He likes his mess where it is. "Here, check this out." He removes the plug from the headphones jack, turns up the volume to the laptop speakers. Waits for the boy's curiosity to overcome his sullen stubbornness, and he does eventually hang over the arm of the couch to watch the screen with a pout.

Spanner hits the enter button to start the tune. This would be a mildly dangerous experimental test if it works, but he doesn't have high expectations that it will. Still, his fooling around with the audio manipulation program had turned out /something/ interesting.

The expression on Hayato's face changes from a fed-up scowl to a mildly confused scowl as the tune continues through the scales. "Not exactly the next hit single. ... What's it ... do?"

The blond shrugs. "It's /supposed/ to be an artificial supersonic, inducing a confused state in pokémon." He would install it in his mecha design, including buttons for synthetic growls, screeches, eventually replicating every known sound move, which could then be put to use in ... something. He didn't like to think about that part. The point was, mechas. That was always the point.

The scowl moves from mildly confused to mildly affronted as he realises he's just been used as an unwitting guinea pig. "Needs work." He flips back on his side, staring at the wall.

Another shrug, and Spanner leaves the noise running as he alt-tabs over to check his mail client. "Kinda neat, in any case. Always going down, without getting any higher or lower..."

A pause in the banter, nothing breaking the silence of the room except the spiralling scales, and then the file cuts out and it's just them. He can hear the boy's measured breathing, pretends to be engrossed in this week's company newsletter.

"... /that/ sounds familiar."

Little more than a whisper, but Spanner thinks he was meant to hear it. He bites the sucker until it crunches, tries to come up with something meaningful and profound that will fix whatever it is that needs to be fixed even though he doesn't know what that is and he doubts Hayato knows either, when the boy sits up, stands, facing the door and not him, and says, "I'm leaving."

Oh, there's a resolution in those words now, and he is not talking about the office room. He flips the candy stick to the other side of his mouth, feeling careful, cautious. "Okay."

The boy's frown manages to wrinkle even more, his glare burning holes in the back of Spanner's hair. "I'm serious."

"I know." There's no lilt in his words, no knowing sarcasm; it is a fact as true as the boy's declaration to go.

He blinks, drops his gaze to the floor. Was he hoping Spanner might stop him? But Hayato is a (... perhaps not /mature/ ... perhaps not /rational/ ...) smart kid. If he wants to leave, it's his choice. "... Okay. Then." He shuffles towards the door. "Guess I'll go." His hand on the knob.

"Hayato."

The word falls out before he can think of anything to follow it with, and he runs his fingers through his hair with his back still turned to the boy who pauses for him. Meaningful, profound, wise; helpful brotherly advice.

"Try not to get yourself killed."

An eyebrow arches, then he shakes his head slowly. "Che," he states, but there's a smile in it. "Same to you." And the door opens and he steps through and he's gone.

Spanner leans far back in his chair, lets out a heavy, slow sigh, and unwraps another sucker.