dumblloyd:
“I’m not the only one going slow, you know…” He sighed, running a hand through the thick bush of his hair, dampening his enthusiasm towards the girl he hadn’t seen in such a long time. Despite such, she never seemed to express the same amount of glee for bumping into him again, instead hitting out with… well, that.
"Ebony doesn't count! He spends more time disinfecting things than actually traveling!" The brunette sighed, pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose as if pushing non-existing glances up - feigning fact and knowledge with her words. Regardless, she didn't seem to dwell too much on the palm-top headed trainer in question.
"Did you get close to the league yet?" Ivory gasped with a sense of confined excitement, bringing her second hand up to push her fingerpads together.