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The stacked cases of poffins have become normal. They’re a part of the sitting room now. My anxiety spikes every time we move one. I feel compelled to replace the missing ones, but we’ll never be able to consume even these before their use-by date. I can’t even give them away fast enough. We’ve spent weekends throwing boxes at neighbors. I’ve brought cases to the Tower. There’s still no end to them. My life now is just poffins.

@watt-a-mess

It’s been a while since Eileen’s visited Florsley. Coming on 2 years, she thinks, or maybe just over that. Which is tragic, really, because it’s a lovely town. Even Sirfetch’d thinks so as they make their way to the gym, clear enough by how its typically focused gaze wanders around, taking in the local flora. It would be a tad more like its serious self, but it can sense that Eileen doesn’t need it to be so rigid.

For some reason, she’s nervous about her errand. It makes no sense. She likes the town, had an incredible time challenging the gym the last time she was here, admires its leader... And yet, something is daunting about seeing Emma again, despite knowing their teams are closely matched. And this isn’t even about a battle!

Oh, well. Eileen is well accustomed to nerves by now. Despite everything, she keeps a stern face, and she and her partner approach the leader when they arrive at the gym and have the opportunity.

“Gym Leader Emma? I have a delivery for you.” No point in re-introducing herself. She’s practically a nobody, and Emma probably sees a dozen trainers a week.

#watt a mess #f2f;

I can't believe the Battle Tower is going to be all mine by the end of the week.

goedwig

Eating delivery for every meal.

mamask

I don't trust like that.

#goedwig #Aren't you 9.#It's past your bedtime.

mamask

I'm fine. Really. I hardly even know what to do with this. Two weeks ago I panicked and ordered 500 cases of poffins, imported. My house is a nightmare.

flygonera

have u considered clothes. makeup? fancy steaks n cakes?

mamask

I don't need all that, though.

... Granted, I didn't need 3,500 poffins...

#flygonera #mobile;#No offence but how do you lot live like this.

I'm fine. Really. I hardly even know what to do with this. Two weeks ago I panicked and ordered 500 cases of poffins, imported. My house is a nightmare.

Why is anyone scared of Runerigus?

You should be terrified.

I'll be reblogging this to his blog for his mates to be aware, as I have access. Leon is in the hospital with a concussion. He seems to be fine, but they're monitoring him overnight.

... For being so athletic, that man really has no coordination.

Nothing brings me more joy than singlehandedly destroying Wyndon’s economy.