With Brio being Brio, he’s always rather judge-y of other people by first glance. So of course, he’s first to note a single fly away on the poor trainers head. He points at it, a rather snarky smile on his face, and says — “Your hair is a mess.” ... What a jerk.
Ryver paused as he looked up from his little booklet and looked to the other trainer, a rather bored expression on his face. Who did this kid think he was? The insult really didn’t bother him as Ryver really didn’t tend to care much about his appearance, to busy worrying about things that were actually important.
“And your personality belongs a trashcan. What about it?”
Shrugging a little as he spoke Ryver turned his attention back to the booklet he was thumbing through.







