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ย ย ย โ am i ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป-๐ญ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ? โ grimsley muses, as if to ask the super-sized, neon-pink and white clefairy protruding from the buildings rounded archway. the overwhelming ๐ฐ๐ต๐ธ๐ of the veilstone city game corner makes him squint, but feel ๐น๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ต๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ย from the rest of the darkeningย โ and otherwise โ ๐ญ๐ป๐ช๐ซย city, despite being smack-dab in the middle of it. itโs like finding an oasis when youโve been ๐ญ๐ป๐ช๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐย yourself through the desert for ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ. grimsley taps his bottom lip in contemplation. โ ๐ฝ๐, aim for an ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ต๐ธ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท of luck . โ he reads the sign in the window aloud, almost like a question. with two fingers, he ๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผย ย the edge of his yellow scarf, tugging it ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝย to the left. itโs such a ๐ผ๐พ๐ซ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎย adjustment, no one else would even notice it. โ i ๐ผ๐พ๐น๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎย we shall test the ๐ฟ๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ย of this statement at once . โ the drawn, happy-go-๐ต๐พ๐ฌ๐ด๐ย ย smile of the clefairy mocks grimsley as he passes through the shadow of it.
he would be lying if he said he didnโt ๐ญ๐ธ๐พ๐ซ๐ฝย ย the ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ช๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎย of sinnohโs game corner. through the window of the train car he took from snowpoint city to veilstone, grimsley decided that the sinnoh region is the most ๐พ๐ท๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐย of all them. the cities are ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฝ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ต๐ย not up to ๐น๐ช๐ปย with those of his home region when it comes to urbanization, population โ all the --๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท words he can think of! but, the plushness and vibrancy of the burgundy carpet comes as a pleasant surprise. the walls, he finds ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด๐. the sky-blue paint โ ๐ธ๐ฑ, how it ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! and the white clouds on every wall give ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐย to the settings projected tone. โ i-is this ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ช๐ดย ? โ the question comes weakly, ๐ผ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ต, opposing ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ grimsleyย had built himself to be. whatever hope he thought asking such a thing would give him is snuffed out before the words leave his mouth. grimsley ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ผย as he ๐ญ๐ป๐ช๐ฐ๐ผย a finger tediously across the bar. โ ๐ญ ๐พ ๐ผ ๐ฝย ? grimsley shudders and reels his hand back as if the wood had caught on fire. he pulls at the lapel of his overcoat. thereโs discomfort in every angle of his body. he keeps his elbows tucked against his lanky frame. for once, the ๐ฌ๐ต๐ช๐ฌ๐ดย of pool balls and ๐ซ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐย of the slots does not feel welcoming at all.
