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Cue Conner and Tommy having a rap off, Tommy's dropping bars, Conner's doing his best 'Ice Ice Baby' , and Mia's just watching with JJ.

Mia: My mom says Vanilla Ice wasn't even all that original, he ripped that tune from Queen.

JJ: Should we tell him?

Mia: Mom says ignorance is bliss, at least for Dad.

JJ: *nods sagely*

#redtyrannoranger

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"Imagine saying your favorite color is a nice lilac with a straight face." Mia laughed. "I imagine you're right and no one would believe it, but the looks on everyone's faces would be pretty great.

"I guess pokemon can get a little out of hand with things like that-I mean Ziggy looks like he'd cheese it up so much he'd probably knock the cameraman over. It's a funny thought, though.

"Yeah, they don't have a lot of patience, partially because of all their would be deadlines or trying to get the story before everyone else. I mean, inquiring minds want to know what you had for breakfast this morning-it's that important." She grinned widely. "I guess reporters fall into the category of things that will never change, huh?"

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"I do, if you don't mind." She let Dreepy go, and watched as the little Pokemon began zipping around beside Cinderace. "Lucky you, you guys get to be in on a jam session. We've even got Ziggy setting the mood."

Cinderace seemed to grin and bounce on his feet excitedly, which was a trait of his species. Like many Cinderace, he just couldn't entirely keep still, which wasn't entirely unlike his trainer.

"This is gonna be so much fun!"

He nodded and moved toward the back area, taking out another case and bringing it forward. He opened it up and took out a red bodied guitar, and handed it to her.

“Looks like everyone’s ready for some fun. That’s great!”

Ziggy rubbed his hands together and panted excitedly, his small tail wagging in anticipation.

The other guitar was black and had his logo on it, and he gave it a strum, content with the sound.

“Shall we?”

"Sweet, this is one of my favorite colors." Mia grinned and took the guitar carefully before strumming it. "I can tell she's gonna play nice, too." She laughed, watching Ziggy.

"Yeah, let's have at it. Can't wait!" Without waiting, she begins jamming on the guitar, fingers moving expertly. Dreepy zips along in circles, jamming to his own beat. Cinderace darts from one foot to the other, punching the air in time with the beat.

"Well, looks like you two are having fun." MIa laughs as she continues playing.

He watched the Pokémon with an amused grin, before closing his eyes and listening to what she was playing. It didn’t take him long to catch on, and he joined in, playing almost akin to how he did on stage. It was easy to get lost in the vibe, and soon enough he was dancing around with the guitar too, laughing at the dances of the Pokémon around them. Ziggy found himself howling along with them, head banging on occasion as well.

“Yeah little mates!! Rock onnnnn! Looks like everyone’s enjoyin’ th’ sound! Fantastic!”

"Aren't they the cutest?" Mia laughed and played on, dancing around too. "This is nice-it's been a bit since I've been able to play with someone." She fell silent and played several more riffs, grinning as she did so. It was easy to get lost in the music, even if it was something she only did part time.

"Come to think of it, I think playing a concert for just pokemon would be the cutest thing ever. Imagine them all rocking out, especially some of the babies. I can almost see Ziggy teaching them to headbang."

#nezu-spiketown #mia #XD

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"I do, if you don't mind." She let Dreepy go, and watched as the little Pokemon began zipping around beside Cinderace. "Lucky you, you guys get to be in on a jam session. We've even got Ziggy setting the mood."

Cinderace seemed to grin and bounce on his feet excitedly, which was a trait of his species. Like many Cinderace, he just couldn't entirely keep still, which wasn't entirely unlike his trainer.

"This is gonna be so much fun!"

He nodded and moved toward the back area, taking out another case and bringing it forward. He opened it up and took out a red bodied guitar, and handed it to her.

“Looks like everyone’s ready for some fun. That’s great!”

Ziggy rubbed his hands together and panted excitedly, his small tail wagging in anticipation.

The other guitar was black and had his logo on it, and he gave it a strum, content with the sound.

“Shall we?”

"Sweet, this is one of my favorite colors." Mia grinned and took the guitar carefully before strumming it. "I can tell she's gonna play nice, too." She laughed, watching Ziggy.

"Yeah, let's have at it. Can't wait!" Without waiting, she begins jamming on the guitar, fingers moving expertly. Dreepy zips along in circles, jamming to his own beat. Cinderace darts from one foot to the other, punching the air in time with the beat.

"Well, looks like you two are having fun." MIa laughs as she continues playing.

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"Yeah, and it's scary how people are that way. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you owe anyone details to your private life. They don't get that, though. But yeah. I think clicking with people or not works the same way no matter how you feel about social stuff. It might feel even worse if you're an introvert."

"Anyway, I imagine after a while you get used to it, though that doesn't make it any less aggravating. I know my parents usually have some kinda smartass remark in response to things like that, but I'm just waiting for them or someone else to just say something like 'ffs man, again?' " She laughed.

“You get it. That predatory stuff is cringe t’ me. Don’t get so creepy an’ personal about th’ questions. Ask things about m’ accomplishments or what I do outside of it even, but leave th’ dating life an’ stuff like that outta th’ conversation. Buuuut they never do. They always ask somethin’ invasive..

Or worse.. they ask about a rumor ya didn’t even know was a thing..”

He stared off silently for a moment, recalling some of the truly odd things he’d been asked before.

He shook the thought from his mind and sighed.

“I guess ya get used to it, but I still get salty ‘bout it. They know it too, an’ I kinda think that’s why they always do it. They like gettin’ me riled up to push th’ cameras away. Guess it’s become th’ thing ‘m known for.”

"I bet if you told them a joke response to one of those personal questions, they'd totally take it seriously. The whole region would be freaking out." She laughed. "But yeah, accomplishments and other projects are much better and more interesting questions. Heck, they could even ask if you had an odd hidden talent. But apparently a lot of reporters think that people wanna know the personal stuff."

"I guess, sad to say, they're just used to or trained to be as pushy as possible to get the story, and that's not the way it should be. Getting the story at all cost shouldn't come at the expense of someone else, but hey, what do we know, eh?"

“Hah! Imagine if I did that. Retracting it later would be hilarious! Maybe I should consider prank responses occasionally..”

He put a hand to his chin as he thought about it, before shaking his head and shrugging.

“Eh we know I won’t. I’d rather dodge it. An’ I know you’re right, they’re just doin’ their jobs, but it’s annoying, so I make it known I don’t play those games. They seem t’ get a rise outta pesterin’ me, even if it ends in them getting no details.”

"Wouldn't it, though? I mean, I guess if you have to retract something, as long as it's something that doesn't cause any harm, it'd be pretty funny. And I imagine the people that really know you would get the joke anyway. But you're right, better to go the safe route. Still, it's funny to think about, right?

"I honestly think there's a way to do your job without overstepping your boundaries. No need to hide in the bushes or some shit. Or be honest about what they're required to ask you. Heck, even that would make all the difference in the world, privately saying that they're required to ask certain questions and be respectful about it. But most aren't that way."

“It might be worth it occasionally just because there’s many that would get it’s a joke.. eh, somethin’ t’ consider. ‘M known for bein’ a punk so why not?”

He shrugged and listened to the rest of what she said with a small grin.

“Yeah if they were less sneaky an’ more direct that’d be great. Unfortunately many of ‘em quite like th’ idea of bein’ th’ sneaky one t’ get some tea on anyone they take interest in.. th’ ones that schedule interviews ‘m much nicer to.”

"Maybe. And I'm sure you could think of something harmless, even if it's something cheesy like 'Superstar Piers secretly decorates in pastels' or something stupid like that." She laughed.

"I know right? It's like they teach em sneaking skills or something. You'd think they're like those ninja kids from Hoenn that jump out of trees, y'know? It's kinda dumb. Anyway, I'd say scheduling is the way to go, but only thing I figure is that the ones that are pushy either don't care about that, or they can't get an interview, so they get desperate and start jumping out at you. I think it'd be funny if, when they did that, you had one of your pokemon come out and just start hamming it up for the camera."

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"Yeah, and it's scary how people are that way. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you owe anyone details to your private life. They don't get that, though. But yeah. I think clicking with people or not works the same way no matter how you feel about social stuff. It might feel even worse if you're an introvert."

"Anyway, I imagine after a while you get used to it, though that doesn't make it any less aggravating. I know my parents usually have some kinda smartass remark in response to things like that, but I'm just waiting for them or someone else to just say something like 'ffs man, again?' " She laughed.

“You get it. That predatory stuff is cringe t’ me. Don’t get so creepy an’ personal about th’ questions. Ask things about m’ accomplishments or what I do outside of it even, but leave th’ dating life an’ stuff like that outta th’ conversation. Buuuut they never do. They always ask somethin’ invasive..

Or worse.. they ask about a rumor ya didn’t even know was a thing..”

He stared off silently for a moment, recalling some of the truly odd things he’d been asked before.

He shook the thought from his mind and sighed.

“I guess ya get used to it, but I still get salty ‘bout it. They know it too, an’ I kinda think that’s why they always do it. They like gettin’ me riled up to push th’ cameras away. Guess it’s become th’ thing ‘m known for.”

"I bet if you told them a joke response to one of those personal questions, they'd totally take it seriously. The whole region would be freaking out." She laughed. "But yeah, accomplishments and other projects are much better and more interesting questions. Heck, they could even ask if you had an odd hidden talent. But apparently a lot of reporters think that people wanna know the personal stuff."

"I guess, sad to say, they're just used to or trained to be as pushy as possible to get the story, and that's not the way it should be. Getting the story at all cost shouldn't come at the expense of someone else, but hey, what do we know, eh?"

“Hah! Imagine if I did that. Retracting it later would be hilarious! Maybe I should consider prank responses occasionally..”

He put a hand to his chin as he thought about it, before shaking his head and shrugging.

“Eh we know I won’t. I’d rather dodge it. An’ I know you’re right, they’re just doin’ their jobs, but it’s annoying, so I make it known I don’t play those games. They seem t’ get a rise outta pesterin’ me, even if it ends in them getting no details.”

"Wouldn't it, though? I mean, I guess if you have to retract something, as long as it's something that doesn't cause any harm, it'd be pretty funny. And I imagine the people that really know you would get the joke anyway. But you're right, better to go the safe route. Still, it's funny to think about, right?

"I honestly think there's a way to do your job without overstepping your boundaries. No need to hide in the bushes or some shit. Or be honest about what they're required to ask you. Heck, even that would make all the difference in the world, privately saying that they're required to ask certain questions and be respectful about it. But most aren't that way."

#nezu-spiketown

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"I do, if you don't mind." She let Dreepy go, and watched as the little Pokemon began zipping around beside Cinderace. "Lucky you, you guys get to be in on a jam session. We've even got Ziggy setting the mood."

Cinderace seemed to grin and bounce on his feet excitedly, which was a trait of his species. Like many Cinderace, he just couldn't entirely keep still, which wasn't entirely unlike his trainer.

"This is gonna be so much fun!"

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"That's true. And hey, it'd be really fun if you're a music lover like we are. Singing in battle is a cool thing. I bet you're not even the only one who does it-there are a lot of trainers out there, y'know?"

"Oh, heck yeah. We could probably come up with a few raw tunes just jamming it out. It's been a bit since I've done one, but that's one of those things you're always down for, y'know?" she grinned at him.

“Hah ‘M definitely not th’ only one. M sure there’s lots that use music in battle. It gets ya amped up! Gets the Pokémon amped too. Least that’s my experience with it.”

He fidgeted with his collar charm for a moment as he thought silently to himself about the way his Pokémon loved music like him, and then grinned too.

“We definitely should.. an’ let out Pokémon join th’ jam. I bet we’d get one wicked an’ interestin’ sound as a group.”

"Especially with pokemon like yours that are into music anyway. Makes perfect sense, and I can see them getting all excited. It's nice that you've found such a fun and enriching way to battle that works for all of you."

"Oh, I bet!" she went on. "Between the dancing and playing instruments, we could probably make a hell of a music video, even if it was just for fun. I can just picture Dreepy rocking out in the middle of it all while Cinderace tries to breakdance or something." She laughed. "I wouldn't put it past him, y'know?"

“They don’t all love it as much as Ziggy does, but yeah they definitely feel th’ energy an’ use it. I e always done m’ battles musically, so I guess we all bonded that way.”

“A rockin’ our dreepy an’ a breakdancin’ cinderace? Hah! That I gotta see! We should film it an’ see what happens huh? Might be real amusin’.”

"I guess nobody can be as enthusiastic as Ziggy, but that's okay." She laughed. "And hey, if it works well for you, you might as well keep it up."

"Oh yeah, we totally should. Dreepy and Cinderace probably get the most excited out of all my Pokemon, and it's pretty cute. I do a lot of running with both of them, so they've always been high energy."

“Hah! That’s th’ truth! But that’s alright. They all engage with it their own ways.”

He nodded and then motioned her to follow him.

“If ya got time, let’s go see how they respond. We can jam an’ see who does what. Whaddya think?”

He let Ziggy out of the ball, and gestured to him.

“Since I met dreepy here, ‘s only fair ya meet Zig. Ziggy say hi.”

The obstagoon gave a happy howl out, and then grinned at the person in front of him, leaning in as if to allow himself to be pet as a greeting.

"Hey, works for me." She lets out Cinderace. "Nice to meet you; this is my Cinderace." She smiled as Cinderace hopped around and waved cheerfully. Mia, meanwhile, is going to lean over and pet Ziggy.

"Nice to meet you, big guy. You've got a pretty good trainer there." She smiled. "I've got other Pokemon too of course, but Dreepy and Cinderace I'm usually out with the most often, what with them both being so high energy and all. Anyway, I know they'll love to do some grooving."

As if in response, Dreepy responds cheerfully, while Cinderace dances around. "Well, there's the answer to that."

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"Yeah, and it's scary how people are that way. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you owe anyone details to your private life. They don't get that, though. But yeah. I think clicking with people or not works the same way no matter how you feel about social stuff. It might feel even worse if you're an introvert."

"Anyway, I imagine after a while you get used to it, though that doesn't make it any less aggravating. I know my parents usually have some kinda smartass remark in response to things like that, but I'm just waiting for them or someone else to just say something like 'ffs man, again?' " She laughed.

“You get it. That predatory stuff is cringe t’ me. Don’t get so creepy an’ personal about th’ questions. Ask things about m’ accomplishments or what I do outside of it even, but leave th’ dating life an’ stuff like that outta th’ conversation. Buuuut they never do. They always ask somethin’ invasive..

Or worse.. they ask about a rumor ya didn’t even know was a thing..”

He stared off silently for a moment, recalling some of the truly odd things he’d been asked before.

He shook the thought from his mind and sighed.

“I guess ya get used to it, but I still get salty ‘bout it. They know it too, an’ I kinda think that’s why they always do it. They like gettin’ me riled up to push th’ cameras away. Guess it’s become th’ thing ‘m known for.”

"I bet if you told them a joke response to one of those personal questions, they'd totally take it seriously. The whole region would be freaking out." She laughed. "But yeah, accomplishments and other projects are much better and more interesting questions. Heck, they could even ask if you had an odd hidden talent. But apparently a lot of reporters think that people wanna know the personal stuff."

"I guess, sad to say, they're just used to or trained to be as pushy as possible to get the story, and that's not the way it should be. Getting the story at all cost shouldn't come at the expense of someone else, but hey, what do we know, eh?"

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"Yeah, and it's scary how people are that way. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you owe anyone details to your private life. They don't get that, though. But yeah. I think clicking with people or not works the same way no matter how you feel about social stuff. It might feel even worse if you're an introvert."

"Anyway, I imagine after a while you get used to it, though that doesn't make it any less aggravating. I know my parents usually have some kinda smartass remark in response to things like that, but I'm just waiting for them or someone else to just say something like 'ffs man, again?' " She laughed.

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"That's true. And hey, it'd be really fun if you're a music lover like we are. Singing in battle is a cool thing. I bet you're not even the only one who does it-there are a lot of trainers out there, y'know?"

"Oh, heck yeah. We could probably come up with a few raw tunes just jamming it out. It's been a bit since I've done one, but that's one of those things you're always down for, y'know?" she grinned at him.

“Hah ‘M definitely not th’ only one. M sure there’s lots that use music in battle. It gets ya amped up! Gets the Pokémon amped too. Least that’s my experience with it.”

He fidgeted with his collar charm for a moment as he thought silently to himself about the way his Pokémon loved music like him, and then grinned too.

“We definitely should.. an’ let out Pokémon join th’ jam. I bet we’d get one wicked an’ interestin’ sound as a group.”

"Especially with pokemon like yours that are into music anyway. Makes perfect sense, and I can see them getting all excited. It's nice that you've found such a fun and enriching way to battle that works for all of you."

"Oh, I bet!" she went on. "Between the dancing and playing instruments, we could probably make a hell of a music video, even if it was just for fun. I can just picture Dreepy rocking out in the middle of it all while Cinderace tries to breakdance or something." She laughed. "I wouldn't put it past him, y'know?"

“They don’t all love it as much as Ziggy does, but yeah they definitely feel th’ energy an’ use it. I e always done m’ battles musically, so I guess we all bonded that way.”

“A rockin’ our dreepy an’ a breakdancin’ cinderace? Hah! That I gotta see! We should film it an’ see what happens huh? Might be real amusin’.”

"I guess nobody can be as enthusiastic as Ziggy, but that's okay." She laughed. "And hey, if it works well for you, you might as well keep it up."

"Oh yeah, we totally should. Dreepy and Cinderace probably get the most excited out of all my Pokemon, and it's pretty cute. I do a lot of running with both of them, so they've always been high energy."

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"That's true. And hey, it'd be really fun if you're a music lover like we are. Singing in battle is a cool thing. I bet you're not even the only one who does it-there are a lot of trainers out there, y'know?"

"Oh, heck yeah. We could probably come up with a few raw tunes just jamming it out. It's been a bit since I've done one, but that's one of those things you're always down for, y'know?" she grinned at him.

“Hah ‘M definitely not th’ only one. M sure there’s lots that use music in battle. It gets ya amped up! Gets the Pokémon amped too. Least that’s my experience with it.”

He fidgeted with his collar charm for a moment as he thought silently to himself about the way his Pokémon loved music like him, and then grinned too.

“We definitely should.. an’ let out Pokémon join th’ jam. I bet we’d get one wicked an’ interestin’ sound as a group.”

"Especially with pokemon like yours that are into music anyway. Makes perfect sense, and I can see them getting all excited. It's nice that you've found such a fun and enriching way to battle that works for all of you."

"Oh, I bet!" she went on. "Between the dancing and playing instruments, we could probably make a hell of a music video, even if it was just for fun. I can just picture Dreepy rocking out in the middle of it all while Cinderace tries to breakdance or something." She laughed. "I wouldn't put it past him, y'know?"

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"15 sounds good, and you can do a lot, be it just vibe, chat and take questions, or even have a little dinner or something. I'm sure we can work out the details of what you wanna do."

"I try to, anyway. I just wanna make sure my friends know I'm there, cause I guess it can be real hard to notice that when you're really feeling down, you know? Sometimes the pain might be so bad that you don't notice that. But thanks for the compliment." She smiled at him.

"You can call me up anytime you're feeling bad, by the way. You don't even have to talk about it-we can just vibe."

“Y’know, I never considered dinner as an option, but that’s a good point. Those VIP things usually come with some kinda buffet thing. Makes sense.”

“Man you’re not wrong. When ya feel down bad like that, it can really be challenging t’ pull yourself out. Sometimes it really requires someone from outside yourself caring enough t’ offer a hand outta th’ darkness. You sound like th’ right friend when someone’s in that kinda bind.

I’ll be honest… I like just vibin’. No real reasons needed. ‘S just nice.”

"It could always be something casual, be it burgers or just your favorite. Actually, sharing your favorite food or dessert with a small group of fans might be a fun little idea. But there's no rush on it, so just think about it."

"I'd like to think so. I imagine it's hard to ask for help at times like that. Maybe they're afraid to, or maybe they think their problem isn't important enough. But it's important for people to know someone's there."

"Hey, vibing's good. Nothing wrong with just enjoying someone's company, whether there's a reason to or not, right?" She smiled.

He put a hand to his chin as he thought about this some, before nodding in agreement.

“That makes sense, but truth be told, I’m more into keepin’ secrets from fans an’ press. It keeps ‘em guessin’ which is fun for them an’ me. They get t’ try t’ solve th’ mysteries an’ I get t’ keep private.

That said, I got no issues sharin’ a meal with th’ fans. I think I’d vouch for a small buffet so there’s somethin’ t’ suit most people. Sucks t’ feel like ya don’t have choices..”

The topic of depression got a strangely pointed sigh, but mostly because he could understand that mindset so well.

“You’re a good person, man. You’re right. ‘S important t’ feel others are there or care. Real easy t’ get mired down in that darkness if you’re alone..

But yeah anyway, vibin’ never hurt anyone. Another great way t’ stay connected without it bein’ work.”

"Well, privacy is important, but then again, messing with the heads of nosy people can be fun. It's a nice balance. Sounds like you already have good ways of dealing with it."

"A buffet is a good idea. Maybe just a small, simple one with some basic stuff, maybe a vegan option or two in case there's one in the crowd."

"Thanks, but y'know, I think you're a good person too. I hope you don't feel down too often. If you do, just give me a call." She smiled.

"Yeah, that's true. You can just enjoy someone's company without feeling pressured. I mean, it's natural for me to make conversation and stuff, but it's no pressure on someone continuing it."

“Heh. Yeah I like you. Ya get it. Messin’ with their heads is always entertainin’. I don’t mind some questions, but don’t make it personal. Stick to th’ things I do like music or battle. Why’s it gotta derail into nosy nonsense? Reporters, yeah? Sheesh.”

He nodded when she said to give her a call if he ever felt down, and offered her a smile in return.

“You’re a sweet person. Thanks for that. You’re right too. Ya can just enjoy people’s company without pressure, as long as both parties don’t make it awkward. You’re easy t’ talk to, but some people aren’t, ya feel?”

"Cause that's the way it's always been for some reason. Everyone wants to know about everyone else, and it's even worse when you're famous. They wanna know who you're seeing, who you like, who you don't like, all your favorite foods, and even worse. I've heard about all of it."

"Oh yeah. Some people you just get bad or uncomfortable vibes from. Though sometimes it's just because you just don't click, a lot of times people are just....meh. Anyway, thanks. I think you're easy to talk to as well."

@nezu-spiketown

"Make way!" Mia's darting through the streets of Spikemuth with a Dreepy in her arms, running at top speed. "Whee!"

"Dreepy!" The Dreepy is delighted, apparently quite used to this by now.

Mia finally skids to a stop in front of someone, almost kicking up a cloud of dust. "Oh! Scuse us. Dreepy likes his running time."

"15 sounds good, and you can do a lot, be it just vibe, chat and take questions, or even have a little dinner or something. I'm sure we can work out the details of what you wanna do."

"I try to, anyway. I just wanna make sure my friends know I'm there, cause I guess it can be real hard to notice that when you're really feeling down, you know? Sometimes the pain might be so bad that you don't notice that. But thanks for the compliment." She smiled at him.

"You can call me up anytime you're feeling bad, by the way. You don't even have to talk about it-we can just vibe."

“Y’know, I never considered dinner as an option, but that’s a good point. Those VIP things usually come with some kinda buffet thing. Makes sense.”

“Man you’re not wrong. When ya feel down bad like that, it can really be challenging t’ pull yourself out. Sometimes it really requires someone from outside yourself caring enough t’ offer a hand outta th’ darkness. You sound like th’ right friend when someone’s in that kinda bind.

I’ll be honest… I like just vibin’. No real reasons needed. ‘S just nice.”

"It could always be something casual, be it burgers or just your favorite. Actually, sharing your favorite food or dessert with a small group of fans might be a fun little idea. But there's no rush on it, so just think about it."

"I'd like to think so. I imagine it's hard to ask for help at times like that. Maybe they're afraid to, or maybe they think their problem isn't important enough. But it's important for people to know someone's there."

"Hey, vibing's good. Nothing wrong with just enjoying someone's company, whether there's a reason to or not, right?" She smiled.

He put a hand to his chin as he thought about this some, before nodding in agreement.

“That makes sense, but truth be told, I’m more into keepin’ secrets from fans an’ press. It keeps ‘em guessin’ which is fun for them an’ me. They get t’ try t’ solve th’ mysteries an’ I get t’ keep private.

That said, I got no issues sharin’ a meal with th’ fans. I think I’d vouch for a small buffet so there’s somethin’ t’ suit most people. Sucks t’ feel like ya don’t have choices..”

The topic of depression got a strangely pointed sigh, but mostly because he could understand that mindset so well.

“You’re a good person, man. You’re right. ‘S important t’ feel others are there or care. Real easy t’ get mired down in that darkness if you’re alone..

But yeah anyway, vibin’ never hurt anyone. Another great way t’ stay connected without it bein’ work.”

#nezu-spiketown #mia #no worries :)

"Well, privacy is important, but then again, messing with the heads of nosy people can be fun. It's a nice balance. Sounds like you already have good ways of dealing with it."

"A buffet is a good idea. Maybe just a small, simple one with some basic stuff, maybe a vegan option or two in case there's one in the crowd."

"Thanks, but y'know, I think you're a good person too. I hope you don't feel down too often. If you do, just give me a call." She smiled.

"Yeah, that's true. You can just enjoy someone's company without feeling pressured. I mean, it's natural for me to make conversation and stuff, but it's no pressure on someone continuing it."

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"That's true. And hey, it'd be really fun if you're a music lover like we are. Singing in battle is a cool thing. I bet you're not even the only one who does it-there are a lot of trainers out there, y'know?"

"Oh, heck yeah. We could probably come up with a few raw tunes just jamming it out. It's been a bit since I've done one, but that's one of those things you're always down for, y'know?" she grinned at him.

“People like t’say “Oh Nezu ya need t’ make friends”, or “I’m your friend”, or kitsch shite like “friends are found family”, but don’t understand that some ‘a’ us got real issues.

We aren’t perfect over here, mate.

Not by a long shot.

Imma collection of problems an’ trauma, so either you’re cool with it or you’re not. I can’t be anythin’ but me. Take it or leave it. It’s why imma loner, ya feel?

Pffft.

I do m’best but what can ya expect? Imma dark type. We get quiet an’ isolatory from time t’time.

Learn t’trust th’ “relationship” an’ enjoy th’ silence. Trust I’m not as bad as I can be or wanna be sometimes. I just need m’space an’ m’solitude ya feel? It’s part a’ m’creatve process. It isn’t personal. I got no hate in me, an’ I always come back around after a few days or so. I’m loyal to th’ bone, just not extroverted. Be chill.”

"And hey, no better way to respond than with a song. You have the perfect excuse. Any funny looks can be met with 'I'm a musician, mate. Whaddya expect?" " She laughed. "Besides, there's often a song for every occasion, even if you take the lyrics out of context a little."

"Hey, I"m glad to listen to you rant any time. No worries. Besides, we all totally need to rant about something sometimes, whether it's a bad friend, some jerk on the street, or just everything going wrong one day. It happens!"

He laughed genuinely as she sounded so like him that he couldn’t help finding it brilliant.

“That’s about right. Why not? I sing m’trainer commands too, why not as reactions too? Hah! Brilliant!”

“You’re right, we do all end up in a position t’ benefit from a good friend lettin’ ya vent. Still, it’s appreciated, Mia, an’ I wanted ya t’know it.”

He put a hand on her shoulder, giving a subtle smile to her.

“You’re a good friend.”

"Hey, might as well, seems totally legit. And I figure anyone who knows you probably won't be at all surprised. "

"Anyway, like I said, feel free to rant any time." She smiled and reached up to squeeze his hand. "Or even call me up and we can jam it out. I did learn to shred from my mom. Despite being very low-key with a guitar, she can indeed shred, and taught me how. It's the most awesome thing in the world."

"Anyway, I bet you're a good friend too."

“Hah nah, I’d imagine not. ‘M always singin’ somethin’. Just kinda habit I guess. Love doin’ it, ya feel?”

He offered her a soft smile in return, patting her hand lightly.

“I try t’ be but I make no promises I am. In any case, I’d like that. We should definitely jam out. There’s no better way t’ vent than creative pursuits. Or battle… but battle shouldn’t ethically be used like that. Music can be though, an’ it’s damn good for it too.”

"Then it totally makes sense. I mean, I guess we can't sing everything, but it would be funny, wouldn't it? I've actually heard of singers with horrible stutters, but still manage to sing perfectly, which is amazing. Of course, when they have to say something important, that means they have to sing it, but still."

"Yeah, you shouldn't battle just to vent, but there are other ways to battle it out, like guitar riff battles, or playing a game or something. Heck, we could even race with our Pokemon, and that kind of battle might be fun for them."