Oh my arceus your hat, it's beautiful what is it made of!?
"Thank you! And I think it's made of some sort of wool? Or maybe some sort of synthetic fiber thing."

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Oh my arceus your hat, it's beautiful what is it made of!?
"Thank you! And I think it's made of some sort of wool? Or maybe some sort of synthetic fiber thing."
Do you have a nickname? How’d you get it?
"A nickname...? I don't really know how you can get a nickname from my name since it's really short already. I did have friends before who would call me 'Dee-Dee'!"
What are your dreams for your children?
"I just want them to be the very best they can be. I mean, I wouldn't force them to be taking up a career path they don't want to take."
THUD!! || Barry & Dawn.
Barry laughed at Dawn’s pretend anger. He’d known her for long enough to be able to tell when she was really angry. Barry put on a fake pouting face, like he was upset. He laughed again quietly when she turned away, but just smiled when she looked back at him.
"Well, I’m glad about that."
He grinned when Dawn hugged him, hugging her back immediately. "I’m great!" he said cheerfully, after the hug had finished. "Yeah, ‘course I have, Dawn! I’m gonna be off to the Elite Four pretty soon!"
Dawn lightly punched his shoulder. "Are you that strong already?" she teased him. "I still remember the day we got our Pokémon and battled each other." It was nostalgic to recall a memory like that. It felt like many, many years had passed since then but in reality, it hasn't even been a year.
"I think that was also the only time I ever won a battle against you, right?"
She instead waved her hand and laughed the topic off. "But then again, you wanted to collect the badges and I wanted to be a coordinator. I'm happy you're almost to your goal!"
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How did you learn to ride a bicycle?
"Heh, I actually fell off a lot when I was practicing. I had the usual trainer wheels first before a normal 2-wheeled bike. Learning it was pretty hard for me since I'm horrible at balancing on it... But I mastered it now!"
Who was the last person that you called or texted?
"I think it was my mom, saying that dad would be visiting soon. I'm pretty excited, actually! It would be cool if he could show me one of those mega evolution Pokémon!"
OOOh where did you get that gorgeous skirt :D
She held her outfit at the hem and straightened it out. “Thank you! It’s actually a dress that my mom made for me before I went on the journey. I love wearing it.”
Are you proud of yourself?
"Yes! I haven't completed all the things on my bucket list, but I still have a lot to be proud of – And of my Pokémon too!"
If you won 10 million pokedollars suddenly, what would you do with it?
"10 million pokedollars... Hm... For sure, I would save a good portion of it. Then maybe spend a bit on things for myself and my Pokémon, and maybe also donate some of it too." She shrugged. "I wouldn't really know."
A Different Breath of Air || N and Dawn.
For awhile, N had been wandering around Unova looking for something not even he knew. He walked everywhere with Kiya by his side, watching the people, the pokemon, the world… He witnessed many things and learned more each day.
His wandering had taken him this time to Floccosy Ranch. He had been here before, but there was something about his newfound freedom from Team Plasma, from Ghetsis, that made it as exciting as it had been the first time. He was finally seeing the world through his own eyes, and he was looking forward to visiting a place where so many pokemon lived.
Wandering around, he noticed that there was somebody else there. While it was not uncommon for other trainers to visit such a place, N was drawn in by her appearance. She looked foreign, likely from somewhere far across the oceans. He suddenly found himself wishing to speak to her.
Slowly he approached her, watching as she pet a Mareep. He smiled fondly. Mareeps were sweet pokemon… If he wasn’t against confining pokemon to pokeballs he might have raised one.
She noticed his appearance then, and asked him a question. “Yes, I like all pokemon. Mareeps though are especially loyal.”
Dawn tilted her head to the side with a questioning look. That was quite interesting to know. Though she had never owned a Mareep before or was close to anyone who had.
"Oh, really? Aren't all Pokémon pretty loyal though?" she asked, thinking back to the countless Pokémon and their trainers whom she encountered on her adventure. "I mean, I don't know a Pokémon who wouldn't be loyal to its owner, as long as they're not abusive."
She briefly thought of the Team Galatic members and how they stole Pokémon for selfish reasons. They were mainly confused people without a proper knowledge of how to care for Pokémon. A pang of pity made her look away from the stranger for a second.
Forgetting her manners for a while there, she returned her gaze to him. She then realized he had no Pokéball belt on, nor any sort of bag that could hold Pokéballs, and he looked much older than a new trainer.
Huh, weird. "Do you own any Pokémon?" She hoped not to offend him with her curiosity, but it was quite odd to not see any Pokéballs on hand.
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"Don’t move, I just got comfy."
Dawn was casually sitting next to Barry and was flipping through a magazine when he spoke up. She blushed deeply and nudged his arm with her elbow. "Arceus, you dork!"
"Bunny pyjamas, really?"
While she was holding up the onesie, another person passed by and gave the same comment.
“Excuuuuuuse me but you’re not the one wearing this so what’s your problem?” She huffed and walked away, the pyjama in her hands.