8/12/2023 0 Comments Smell ya later gramps![]() “If you’re sick of the smell, why don’t you go next door for a while?”Īctually, Blue suddenly felt as though he’d rather be dealing with Gramps.ĭaisy snorted. If he knew so much about potential, why did he like wimpy Red so much? It seemed like he liked him more than his own Grandson at times… Just because he was the great Pokemon Professor didn’t mean he always knew best. She at least knew how to do that, unlike their Grandfather. I hear this enough from Gramps.”Īt this, Daisy did stop. Ugh, Blue wasn’t in the mood to be lectured, he went over to the sofa to flop down on it. “Gramps doesn’t like you talking like that, besides, even if I don’t agree with your whole “only strong Pokemon are worth anything” philosophy, doesn’t every Pokemon have the potential to be strong?” Daisy wasn’t even interested in battling! What was even the point of having Pokemon otherwise? Everyone was commenting that she was becoming a lovely young woman or whatever, but all Blue saw was his smug older sister, getting to do Pokemon things before he could, just because she was older. Not that… thing.”ĭaisy sighed and got up, heading over to the kitchen counter to brew some tea. “I’d benefit more from being around strong Pokemon. “Can’t you take that gross weed back to the lab?”ĭaisy rolled her eyes “You’ll never be a Pokemon Master with that attitude, Gramps wants you to be around Pokemon in the lead up to next month.”īlue raised an eyebrow at the sentient pile of smelly leaves Daisy was stroking. Blue looked round accusingly, but Daisy just smiled in the most irritating fashion. Maybe if it went to sleep, the smell would subside a little, but as Daisy stroked it’s head gently and lulled it into a doze, the smell just seemed to get worse. Pallet Town really was the epitome of quaint dullness.īehind Blue, Daisy laid down the sick Oddish in a makeshift bed she’d put together, all leaves and herbs and soft blankets. Water was dripping from the newly watered flowers like morning dew. Hell, he was ten now! Why didn’t Gramps just plonk a Pokemon on to his lap the minute his ninth year came to a close? Why did he have to wait for Red to turn ten too? This was a question Blue agonised over every single day.īlue sighed, turning back to the window. Who came up with the ten years old rule? Blue was ready to go on a Pokemon adventure years ago. Well, such a task would be a lot simpler if he actually had a Pokemon. This Oddish in particular was inflicted with an ailment that made the whole house smell of boiled cabbage, and since their house was very small, the only escape would be to actually leave it.īut what was there to do in Pallet Town? Not a great deal, especially since Gramps absolutely forbade anyone to cross the grasslands to Viridian without a Pokemon companion. Why didn’t Gramps ever entrust cool Pokemon to Daisy? Then Blue could like, study them and get them to fight! Daisy only ever took care of boring, girly, weak Pokemon. ![]() Ugh.īlue turned around from where he was sitting at the windowsill, frowning at Daisy as she tended to a sick Oddish. Blue tutted and behind him, Daisy giggled. What was also usual, was that Red himself was nowhere to be seen. ![]() The old timer who seemed overly impressed at anything that was operated with electricity was taking his usual stroll up to the coast, the short girl who always claimed she was raising Pokemon, despite never being seen with one, was milling about around the lab… and Red’s mother was tending to the flowers outside her house, a sheen of haggard worry over her neutral features. One of the few good things about living in the tiny, titchy, isolated Pallet Town, was the fact that you could look out of your window and immediately know what all the residents were up to. ![]()
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