#futureprofessoroak

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☏✘☢ (all for green!)

Send ☏ for a vague text.

[text] You’re not fooling anybody.

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent.

[text] dkioodsklx xkfaDJ/////// /

[text] Sorry.

[text] That was Pikachu.

Send ☢ for a desperate text.

[text] Green.

[text] My Snorlax got hungry and ate my entire food store.

[text] ... All I have left is instant ramen.

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(( wHaT the HIGGEDY HECK is going on here ))

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☏

Send ☏ for a vague text.

[text] I’ll tell you how to kick Green’s ass in a Pokemon battle.

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routines → red & green

The snow is finally letting up. It’s been a steady, heavy downfall the past couple days; weather fronts come and go, it’s nothing new at this altitude. Snow is lighter than rain, it tickles your hair rather than weighs it down. It doesn’t soak through your shoes like rain does, and it falls into neat little blankets that insulate the walls of his little cave.

Yeah, snow insulates. You learn a few things when you’re living on the top of a mountain.

But when the wind picks up and the tumbling flakes begin to churn too restlessly, it makes for little to do. Pokemon don’t much like practicing maneuvers and movesets when naught but snow in their eyes. It makes for lethargic days of rest in the cave. A day or two’s break does his team good, and they fight better for it when the skies finally clear.

It leaves Red restless. Too long sitting in front of a fire, with only a precious few hours spent outside with his Pokemon in a single day. He’s never dealt well with stagnancy. There’s a wave of relief when he steps outside in the morning to find the wind down to it’s usual bluster and vision farther than a few feet from his own face. The trainer stretches, calls out his Pokemon. Routine returns.

It’s here, mid afternoon with a pleasant warmth from the sun to balance out the crisp chill of a northern wind, that Red looks on as his Charizard stretches his wings against the sky. He feels like there’s something he ought to be remembering, but he easily sets it aside when the fire-type lands at his feet. Training resumes, and it distracts Red from the notion that there might be another trainer climbing the mountain today. There aren’t often visitors that make it quite this high, after all.