safari ball :: who is the rarest pokémon you have and how did you obtain them?
ddung! ( * the familiar nickname falls from her heart-shaped lips after a moment’s contemplation. it’s inelegant, her excitement, so a hand habitually flies to her lips in embarrassment ) uhm… that’s snorlax! ( * as quickly as her embarrassment comes, so does it leave. what replaces instead are bright eyes focusing on the time-worn snapshots of yesteryear ) he was my best friend since childhood, and aunt chai gave him to me before she left. you should’ve seen the way she burst into the room! everyone was staring at her and— ( * a small sigh. smile, smaller still. ) —and as soon as i saw her, i just knew. ( * she fixes her stray lock of ginger hair behind the shell of her ear before placing soft hands over each other on her lap, and here, she perfects her posture. here, she is once again elegance in attractive imagery as her words approach the full stop ) i was feeling so down and it just… it just made my entire day.
love ball :: how do you care for/spoil your pokémon, outside of training?
( * from her button nose, a small snort leaves as eyes roll somewhat ungracefully ) what training? ( * a small laugh grates against the ridges of her throat as she shakes her head in mock disapproval, not unlike a mother who fails to find fault in her children in spite of their glaring disobedience ) honestly, i don’t know why eomma doesn’t like my pokémon when they’re single-handedly forcing me to work out just by chasing them… not to mention me having to give ddung all my food… ( * nose scrunches as a thought passes through her mind ) i mean i guess i could keep them in their ball more often? but… ( * a shrug ) they don’t like it in there and i don’t like being without them, so…
