claytheprofessorâ:
It wasnât uncommon for the breeder to find himself in the stables, especially when he wasnât with a class of students. If he was able to, he happily took some time to help care for the pokemon on the ranch, treating them as if they were his own pokemon, so it wasnât unusual for him to venture in the stable. He just wasnât expecting to be blocked before he could even enter - the staff that worked there generally knew he was allowed. A blond brow arched upwards at the otherâs presence, curious as to what the other was doing when he began to speak.
âNah, I came to care for the PokemonâŠâ Clay spoke to the younger professor, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans before nodding to him. âWhatâre ya doinâ out here, if ya donât mind my askinâ?âÂ
âsame reason you are.â gabriel answered. âno worries, this one is taken care of. buzzy has been jumpy this morning. must have had a nightmare last night.â gabriel reached down and felt through ampyâs fur. âiâve been studying his electric output, especially during the time of a lot of mental stimulation. i wonder if i can create a device thatâll tell me great stress. though sometimes, some pokemon donât discard properly.â
âanyway, iâve already taken care of it. i wanted to keep him somewhere a bit more open than the corner of my lab. feel like heâd a bit to cooped up.âÂ
















