Home is Where the Heart is -- Goro

[Brittani Derosier]

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[atrb=style, border-bottom: 3px solid #a08f87][style=color: dbd2cd; font: italic 22px/10px Tahoma; text-shadow: 0 0 3px #513c40; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center]And I'm talking to myself at night[/style][style=font: bold 19px/17px Tahoma; color: ddd3c7; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #443135; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center;]because I can't forget[/style]

[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;][style=color: 3e2e31; font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify; background: #e1d7cd; padding: 15px; opacity: 0.97; border-left: 1px dotted #907c73; border-right: 1px dotted #907c73; height: 300px; overflow: auto] The flowery scent of daisies wafted into the nose of young Elite Four member Brittani Derosier. Her eyes slowly blinked open as she woke up to the pleasant smell that she had grown to love so much. As she became aware of her surroundings, her eyes widened. There, staring down at her, Wes's a pair of beady, brown dragon eyes belonging to her Axew. Brittani's head jolted backwards, and giggles erupted from her mouth. "Good morning to you too." She joked. Brittani glanced at the clock on her bedside table, eyes widening at the time. It was already quarter of eleven? No wonder Axew was waking her up. He was no doubt hungry out of his mind. Brittani pulled back her plain pale pink comforter and polka-dotted sheets, practically rolling out of bed. She slid on a pair of childish Dragonite slippers and walked out of the small bedroom, carrying Axew all the while. She grinned, humming to herself. She was home for once, in her small little house in Floaroma Town. When was the last time she could say that? She couldn't even remember. Brittani had been told that she looked like she could use a break by multiple challengers let alone her fellow members of the Elite Four who were much more experienced and had learned how to balance their time. So she had taken the next couple of days as a "bonding time" with her and her Pokemon, instead of having them constantly battling every day. On her walk through the house, Brittani managed to tie her hair into two somewhat equally-sized braids, taming her unbrushed hair. As she reached her little kitchen, Brittani reached for the teakettle with one hand, placing it on the stove as it already had a sufficient amount of water in it. She turned the plastic knob and the gas stove flickered alive, small blue flames dancing below the kettle. Axew wiggled in her arms, and Brittani could barely keep from dropping him. "Calm down, calm down! I'll get you food in just a second." Brittani walked slowly and teasingly over to the cupboard that contained the Pokemon food, and Axew playfully nipped her nose in response. Choosing a new tactic, Brittani pretended to groan under the weight of the baby dragon Pokemon, swaying back and forth. "I don't think I can get any farther," Brittani complained fakely. So Axew reached up and tried to open the cupboard itself, but the round, Pokemon-proof knobs proved to be a problem. So Brittani reached up, to Axew's relief, and grabbed the bag containing the food. She poured the proper amount into a small bowel labeled "Ax." And placed it on the front porch. She took a breath of the fresh air happily, trying to savor it. Her house in the small town was barely lived in, as she had been kept busy by work. But Brittani really needed to plan trips back home more often. It was relaxing and peaceful. The annoying screech of the teakettle shook Brittani from her thoughts. She ran back inside, also realizing she was still wearing her non-matching and embarrassing yet oh-so-comfortable Latias and Latios pajama top with her Flygon bottoms. Not to mention her slippers too. Brittani made herself some breakfast tea and popped some bread into the toaster, pulling out a plate and the jar of pecha berry jam. She stood, resting her elbows on the kitchen counter, staring off into space as she waited for the toast. But before that could happen, Brittani went to her bookshelf and grabbed a small romance novel off the bottom shelf and brought it outside, setting it on her padded swing. Axew was already on it, curled up, asleep, taking a late morning nap, most likely in a food coma after stuffing himself. Brittani made a mental note to teach him about portions sometime. By the time she got inside, the toast was already cooling, waiting for her. She grabbed it, placed it on the blue plate she had waiting and spread the jam on top. As soon as she was done she walked back to the porch, grabbed the book, and sat down, beginning to read. Axew, awoken by her arrival, adapted and curled up by her side. Brittani became so engrossed in her book that she didn't realize she was in plain sight in such weird pajamas, and it was noon already. Anyone walking by in the center of the small town could see her in her dragon-themed clothes and slippers, reading a romance novel. Talk about awkward and lowering expectations.[/style][style=color: 3e2e31; font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify; background: #e1d7cd; padding: 5px 15px; opacity: 0.97; border-left: 1px dotted #907c73; border-right: 1px dotted #907c73;]WORD COUNT. ▷ 772 words. WHO'S NEXT. ▷ Noem. NOTES. ▷ HOLY. I did not plan for it to be this long. And yet here it is. xD[/style]

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[Goro Dusan]

Goro had been up for a while, just sitting in his living room, watching the screen with the security cameras flicker from view to view. Ryker was sleeping on the floor beneath his feet while Seda was off in some unknown place. They had been moving food around inside the barn to make it more organized in case someone came along to drop off a Pokemon or just look around. It had been hard work but the breeder eventually finished his work and was now just sitting. Sitting in silence. Sitting in silence and staring at a screen. There was barely a thought running through his mind as he sat there. Nothing but a hollow emptiness that processed the light snoring of Ryker. There was hardly anything interesting going on, but that's what Des liked. He didn't want anything going on in his little hometown. He liked the silent peace that lived there. Nothing was ever out of place, nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect.

The ears of the man picked up the sound of the clock clicking. The clock, in fact, resided in the kitchen but when things were quite enough you could hear it in the front room. It took him a second to realize Ryker had stopped snoring and that's why Goro had suddenly heard the clock ticking away. He uncrossed his legs and crossed them again a different way. He thought to himself about the time and when lunch would come around. He would have to go gather up Seda and put her in the kitchen so she could eat. He needed to go back to the forest after he himself ate lunch. He needed another Pokemon. Well, actually he needed quite a few more to make his farm look complete. Then he needed to start making repairs. Sighing, Goro dropped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on the soft, tan edges of the chair.

The clock in the back of the house chimed noon. Lifting up Goro went to go find Seda. He knew the tiny Wurmple was somewhere inside or very close to the house considering he left her in the dining room when he and Ryker went to go sit down. He called out her name as he walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. He grabbed a handful of food and tossed it to the Pokemon that was faithfully tailing him. The creature squealed in delight as it began to gobble up the food. Another caterpillar came waltzing in from his bathroom. The breeder laughed as he thought of Seda playing in the sink again. He always left water in the porcelain pool so that the Wurmples could pretend to be water Pokemon for a little while. It was among their favorite things to do. He grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and poured some food into it. Setting it on the ground for his female Pokemon, he picked up Ryker. It was time for them to go get some lunch in town.

First Goro decided that he probably needed a jacket on before he went outside. So taking his camo jacket he slipped it on and left the house. It wasn't long before he had crossed the field that was his farm. He left the outdoors by heading into the barn and then out through the main office. Everyday he took this path with Ryker running along behind him as he headed to lunch. Nothing ever changed. He started to walk towards the shops when something had changed. It wasn't anything large, just that the house he always thought was empty had someone sitting on the porch. No one was ever inside of that house and nobody ever talked about who lived there. Of course, the man never asked who lived there. He was pretty sure it had been owned by some elite four member who was never home. Who was the woman that was sitting on the porch in... Pajamas? It really was a strange day. Everything was rather topsy-turvy with the woman on the porch.

Ryker didn't seem the least bit worried about the woman. In fact, the small Wurmple walked right on by and didn't even notice when Goro stopped to stare at the stranger. The breeder had seen everyone who lived in the town and knew a stranger if there ever was one. This stranger had apparently placed the house as their own which was clearly wrong. He had to correct the poor soul before anyone else saw and got mad at her. He walked up to the porch, calling Ryker after him so that the Wurmple didn't get lost. "Um, excuse me ma'am," he said, his voice rather solid, "this house belongs to someone so I don't think you can just sit on the porch in your, um, uh..." His voice faltered. He didn't want to be rude and call her clothing strange but then he didn't know what else to call it. Instead he sat there and stared at the crazy pajama pants that the woman was wearing.

[Brittani Derosier]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;][style=color: 3e2e31; font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify; background: #e1d7cd; padding: 15px; opacity: 0.97; border-left: 1px dotted #907c73; border-right: 1px dotted #907c73; height: 300px; overflow: auto] It had been too long since Brittani had been home, that she knew. But what she didn't realize was that people wouldn't recognize her. So she sat in her crazy pajamas, loose cowgirl braids and reading glasses, sipping her tea and finishing the last piece of her toast, and was completely surprised that a man walked up to her, accusing her basically of trespassing and trying to live in a house that wasn't hers. She dog-eared the corner of her book and closed it softly, placing it on the table in front of her along with her plate, which still contained two pieces of toast. However, she still clutched onto her warm white mug, a good sip or two left. With him was a small bug, a Wurmple. It didn't seem to be as confused as his owner. But did he really not know who she was? One glance down at her clothing again and the sight of her reflection in the tea explained it. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, which was completely true. And he clearly didn't realize that, without the frilly dress and loose, straightened hair, that she belonged here. In a way. "Oh," Brittani laughed awkwardly, "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I'm Brittani Derosier, and this is my house. Though I'm not here often." Brittani offered a small smile. "Excuse my, uh... appearance. Axew and I just woke up." She glanced at the little pokemon, and realized he was sleeping again. "And he's back asleep. But, anyway, I've got a few days off so I figured I would come home, y'know?" Brittani was acting a little unusual for her standards, but it was probably due to the fact that she had slept in for the first time in a long while, and had a little too much energy. "Toast?" She offered, gesturing to the plate on the table in between them.[/style][style=color: 3e2e31; font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify; background: #e1d7cd; padding: 5px 15px; opacity: 0.97; border-left: 1px dotted #907c73; border-right: 1px dotted #907c73;]WORD COUNT. ▷ 320 words. WHO'S NEXT. ▷ Noem/Goro. NOTES. ▷ ...[/style]

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[Goro Dusan]

Goro watched the ground, afraid at what he had probably just slipped up on. He didn't want to be rude at all. How could he have been so stupid to not come up with clear wording before he waltzed over so confident! He had screwed up the conversation with the stranger before it had even started. Why was he such a failure at those things? He let out a deep breath he had been holding back for a few seconds. He wanted to appear normal to this stranger and not like some crazy man who screwed up everything and forgot to breath. She said there had been a misunderstanding. Great, that was one more thing to add to the list of things he had fucked up. He wanted to shove his hands so far down into his pockets that they took him with them. There would be nothing better than to disappear at that very moment in time.

Things got worse. Not only did she say her name, but that was her house she was sitting on. Standing on the ground in front of the porch, staring at the ground, his eyes widened in pure shame. He had been wrong. How could he have been so wrong? He also knew her name. This stranger had a name now. She had a name. Her name was Brittani. She had a last name. Her last name was Derosier. Brittani Derosier. How could he have been so stupid to walk up to the Elite and actually speak to her. She had a name and with a name came a curse. Goro now had to share his name. Granted most people knew his name but it was just because they lived in a slightly gossiping town where if he told one person his name then everyone knew. Originally he had only told a waiter and a cashier worker his name when he first arrived, but then everyone knew that the stranger was Goro Dusan. The man that came from the trees.

He glanced up when she started to speak again, this time about her appearance. She wanted forgiveness. Des pardoned her. Her explanation was that she had just woken up. An Elite waking up so late? That was rather strange considering they often worked all day long training and battling. Oh well, if those were her days off as she said then it was also excusable. Goro's eyes combed her over. After all, she had shared her name which was an invitation for acquaintanceship and that meant he should know what she looked like in all forms. He had very few acquaintances, two in fact, the waiter that served him lunch every other day and Ryker. Ryker was the replacement for... He didn't dare to think her name but rather honed in on the conversation he was supposed to be having with Brittani.

He lifted a hand behind his head as she offered him toast. Well, he was going to go eat so what was the harm in eating some toast that the woman offered her? Well there was the fact that he would have to cook lunch for himself the next day because he wouldn't have leftovers and the fact that he would be skipping out on chatting with the waiter that always served him. He let his hand drop as stepped up onto the porch and grabbed a piece of toast. Now he was on her porch, on her land, eating her food! What kind of relationship was this? He didn't want another friend. What was he doing? He had completely crashed down the safety rules he had since he was younger. Goro picked off the corner of the slice he had grabbed and tossed it to Ryker. He himself then proceeded to take a bite. It was good toast, just the right amount of crunch.

"Thank you for the toast, Ms. Derosier. My name is Goro... Uh, Dusan." he thought that adding his last name would return the favor of Brittani sharing her full name. He shifted awkwardly on his feet while he held the toast. He wanted to get off the porch as soon as he could. If he stayed too long he would be moved from acquaintanceship to friendship. He cleared his throat slightly. What was he going to say now? There was a silence growing in between them and the man did not like it. He glanced, rather unsure of what to do, at his Wurmple for advice. "I'm sorry about the mix up. You must pardon me, I've been here for somewhere close to four years so I haven't really had the chance to see you much. It also doesn't help that this probably isn't what you normally wear outside." Goro smiled, moving his lips into a false state of relaxed contentment considering how stressed his thoughts really were.

How long had he been standing on her porch? Was he already in a friendship with her now? No because what if he were a delivery man? They stand on porches and never become friends with the people they deliver to. It must be a limit of five minutes and that makes you their friend. The breeder continued his awkward foot shifting. He really didn't want to stay much longer but he couldn't be rude. If Brittani wanted to talk to him then he couldn't just leave! Besides, he had already crossed the boundaries set long ago. There was no turning back. He was on the path to friendship whether he wanted it or not. It wasn't like the Elite was around very much anyway. Having a friendship with her would be easy. It would be just a simple little thing of waving if he saw her and chatting if he needed to. It might help his image a little if he were friends with an Elite Four member. No turning back, right?

[Brittani Derosier]

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[atrb=style, border-bottom: 3px solid #a08f87] And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget

[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] Brittani's cheeks were flushed due to the fact that she looked as awkward and disturbing as they came at the moment, and she was talking to this man who she probably would end up seeing on multiple occasions, even if it was just to say hello. But whenever he saw her now, he would certainly think of the woman who sat on her porch in dragon pajamas and Dragonite slippers, looking like she came from the south with her two pigtail braids. First impressions weren't really Brittani's strong point. Goro was clearly thinking, she could tell by the somewhat angered yet confused look on his face, though only for a second. She wouldn't pry, that was rude. After all, she wouldn't want him knowing what she was thinking. Even though it was obvious. Axew woke up just as Goro took a piece of toast. His eyes blinked open slowly, and he immediately sat up and yawned loudly. Brittani winced. That was no way to act in front of guests! But scolding her Pokemon harshly in front of guests was rude as well. Brittani thought it was quite cute that the Wurmple was being fed as well, and was about to offer the remaining slice to the bug-type when Axew sneakily grabbed it from right under her nose and nearly swallowed it whole. "Axew!" She laughed, scolding him playfully. So much for not telling him off. But this didn't really count, did it? "What if someone wanted that- Wait a minute, you just ate!" The sneaky dragon should have been stuffed, but that was clearly not the case. What was he calling her Miss for? She was probably his age, if not younger! "No problem. I haven't exactly been neighborly as of late, or really much of a neighbor in the first place. But don't bother with Ms. Derosier. I'm barely over twenty!" Brittani joked. "But nice to meet you, Goro. I'm surprised we haven't met sooner, but then again, I am normally much closer to the league." Brittani was rambling and she knew it but yet she continued. For lack of better words, an awkward silence enveloped the two and their Pokemon. Goro shuffled a bit while Brittani finished off her tea. Just as she put her now-empty mug on the table, Goro began apologizing. What for? Not recognizing her wasn't that big of a deal. She actually tended to like it better because people had these set beliefs over what she should and shouldn't be like, which is a lot of pressure. He didn't need to be sorry! After all, it was her fault for not venturing around the town in quite a while. On the rare occasions when she could come home, she stayed in her house, reading, realxing, and taking care of her pokemon. "Don't worry about it. really." There was no way that he had lived in Floaroma for four years, was there? Was that how busy she was, that people who lived in the town for four years hadn't met her before due to her filled schedule and never being home? The pajamas weren't an everyday occasion, that was for certain. Especially for being outside at lunch time. And of course the one day when she wore them outside, Brittani would have to meet someone. For the most part, regular people stayed away from her, purely because she was so unreachable most of the time. "Yeah... Kind of embarrassing." Britrani laughed, realizing that she had actually said that. She had admitted how embarrassing she was being. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She wasn't even sure. A realization came upon her, however. "Oh, I probably distracted you from going somewhere, didn't I? My bad." Axew scrambled up her shoulder, getting comfortable there this time, and yawned. All he seemed to want to do was sleep all day. WORD COUNT. ▷ 645 words. WHO'S NEXT. ▷ Noem/Goro NOTES. ▷ I'm half more like completely asleep while writing not only this note but basically the bottom half of the post. Sorry if it makes no sense whatsoever. >.< EDIT: Gosh, remind me to never try to catch up on my posts after just four hours of sleep and being on my feet all day. I fixed all my mistakes and the messed up word count. xD

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[Goro Dusan]

The Axew that had been sitting on the porch woke up. Goro stared at it for a while before it somehow snuck in the last piece of toast. The man smiled and chuckled a little to himself. That Axew was quite cute. What if Brittani had another Pokemon of the same egg group? Perhaps then he could breed them and get one of the little dragons. He smiled, it would be nice to have something like that around his farm and he needed to expand anyway. More Pokemon would help expand and make the farm look a little more alive. At the moment it looked like a series of abandoned buildings because of how few Pokemon he had wandering around. It would probably also help him if he went out and caught some Pokemon for a change rather than just sitting around and doing nothing.

The woman began to talk about how just was just over twenty and he shouldn't call her Miss. But wasn't she an Elite? Wasn't he supposed to be polite? She was younger than him? He mentally shook the thoughts around in his head. He didn't want to think about how he screwed up again. Was he really this bad at talking that every other second he was messing up the things that he said? Goro wanted to punch himself. Why was he being so stupid? She probably wouldn't want to breed her Pokemon on his farm now. He had messed up one time too many for his comfort. It probably would have been best if he had just left her alone. It probably would have gone well if he wasn't an idiot. He debated whether or not he just wanted to leave. Just straight up walk off the porch and go. No words said, just leave.

He didn't though. He thought she was nice and even though she kept correcting him and such, she was nice. The breeder wanted to stay and talk to her. He wanted to gain her friendship and he wanted to get an Axew egg from her. He wanted to sigh and shake his head in despair but he wouldn't let himself. Instead he kept the small smile on his face as he listened to her talk a little. Ryker noticed that the other Pokemon was up at the moment. The tiny little Wurmple began to crawl towards Goro's leg, wanting permission to play with the dragon. He glanced down at the Pokemon and casually waved his hand in the direction of the other Pokemon. This was probably a mistake. Didn't he want to go? This would just make him stay longer if the two Pokemon began to have fun.

As the Wurmple began to go towards the Axew it climbed on it's mother's shoulder and yawned. Oh good, they wouldn't stay long then. Ryker seemed a little disappointed and instead crawled up the side of Goro's leg. The Pokemon was probably bored of just sitting there while the two people talked. Had they been distracted from something? Oh yes, their lunch had been pushed off a little bit. "Oh..." Goro chuckled as he scratched the back of his head, trying to find an excuse to stay longer. Part of his mind screamed to just tell her that he was hungry and he was going to go, but the other half... Oh the other half. "I was going out with Ryker to get some lunch. It's no big deal really, the restaurant is open all day long." He gave a small smile. Brittani's reply would be his choice of whether or not to stay. She would be the deciding factor. She had two options, send him on his way in pure politeness or.. Well really Goro wasn't sure what the other option was.

The breeding came back to his mind for a moment. He gulped. It would be so awkward asking someone he had just met if he could breed their Pokemon together. He cleared his throat. Oh well, messing up more wouldn't hurt him. He had already screwed up enough for one day that going over the limit wouldn't matter at all. The breeder cleared his throat, "Uh.. I really like your Axew there and was wondering if you had any other Pokemon of the same egg group, it's monster and dragon or something like that right? I mean, I own a farm down the ways a little bit and we could breed them there and I could pay you for the egg and everything." He twisted his face into some strange formation. He wanted her to say yes so badly but then again... Did he really want to commit to being friends?

[Brittani Derosier]

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[atrb=style, border-bottom: 3px solid #a08f87] And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget

[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] Well, she was sure he hadn't meant to stay that long. But what was meant to be a single comment or warning of some kind was turning into a long conversation, and Brittani was becoming... not confused... was there any real word for it? No one ever really just stopped to talk to her. They wanted an autograph or a picture, and that was it, as shallow as it seemed. But Goro didn't seem like that, and that was what worried her, in a sense. Not for him, but for herself. She craved some kind of friendship like that, and he could probably wrap her around his finger like that if he tried. Of course he was going out to lunch. She had gotten up way too late, and was just eating breakfast now, but everyone else was having their second meal. He was probably starving, and one piece of pecha berry jelly-covered toast clearly wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough for anyone. What should she say? She shouldn't make him stay, but she didn't want him to leave. "Oh... Sorry I held you-" What was that? He wanted to breed her Pokemon? Brittani glanced to Axew on her shoulder. "Axew's just a baby..." She paused, the awkwardness palpable in the air, practically sizzling. She had to save the moment. "But I have plenty of other dragons that are old enough." It was still quite a weird topic, but she didn't want him to feel bad. Just as the final word came out of Brittani's mouth, the mail arrived, and she jumped up, frightening Axew, who had been balancing on her shoulder still, and scrambled to stay on, but landed on the chair with a plop. Brittani grabbed the mail a bit greedily, sifting through it, completely forgetting Goro was still standing there. She tossed each piece onto the table as she looked at the return address, a louder groan audible each time she did so, until she reached the last one. She didn't even need to read the return address, just the handwriting told her all she needed to know. She tore the envelope open, anticipation making her a bit shaky. She read it quickly, eyes scanning over it, a smile forming on her lips, until eventually a hand covered her mouth in shock. She let out a little squeal, but cut short as she remembered there was still a guy on her porch who was trying to handle the delicate subject of breeding. "Oh... sorry." She giggled, unable to contain her excitement. She stayed standing to make the situation less awkward, which was virtually impossible. "My friend... He's coming from Hoenn!" Brittani smiled at Goro, giving him a look that said all he needed to know. But he probably wouldn't understand it, she barely did. "Oh, shoot!" She muttered suddenly. Her eyes darted around, looking for a stray piece of paper and a pen. She opened her door and reached to the little table nearby, grabbing a half-crumpled piece of paper and a broken pencil, not exactly proud of her work. She scribbled back a quick reply, shoved it in an envelope, and put it in her mailbox. "Ok, now I'm done freaking out." She laughed, putting a hand behind her head. "So, what were we talking about?" WORD COUNT. ▷ 550 words. WHO'S NEXT. ▷ Noem/Goro NOTES. ▷ D'aww this is so cute! But I got this idea and I couldn't not do it. xD

[atrb=style, color: 3e2e31; border-top: 3px solid #a08f87] All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more

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[Goro Dusan]

The words that crossed the air were the wrong ones. Her Axew was too young to be bred at the moment. Great. Goro wanted to smash his head into the wall and disappear. Why had he even bothered trying to expand his farm? Wait, why did he even bother engaging in conversation with the Elite and then asking to breed her Pokemon together? He was being stupid and wasting her time. Then all of a sudden an ultimatum was given, breed some of her other Pokemon. He wanted to thank her a thousand times over but the mail arrived and for a moment Brittani lost herself in her thoughts, forgetting about the stranger standing on her porch. That was okay for the breeder though, he wanted to be forgotten for a moment. Really he wanted to sort out his thoughts and focus on what he was going to do.

The woman sorted through her letter so Goro walked over to the house and leaned against the wall. He really didn't want to stay any longer. After the mail came he felt like it was a sign to just slip away quietly and go back to his normal schedule of getting lunch. He had gone out on a limb asking about breeding but it had failed. Then he was offered the Elite's other Pokemon. Should he accept the offer? He didn't even know what other Pokemon she had to breed and if he would want one of them. The little meeting that they were having on the porch with Brittani in some strange fashion statement was really turning into a comical event. She was throwing down letters in disappointment while he was standing, debating whether or not he wanted to leave.The Elite seemed so distracted that the man let out a sigh. He needed to let out a sigh after all of the mistakes he had made and it was probably going to be the only chance he would get for a while if he stood on her porch for much longer.

He glanced over at her, curiosity in his eyes when he heard her squeal. She giggled and apologized. Goro simply just cocked his head toward her and raised an eyebrow. She went into further explanation saying that it was a friend coming in from Hoenn. The breeder nodded. So it looked like Brittani already had her friends picked out and didn't need another one. She certainly didn't need him. He wanted to walk away in that instant and forget ever meeting the Elite Four member. That morning had been a mistake and it was just progressively getting worse. Ryker climbed further up it's trainers body until it was clinging happily to Goro's shirt collar. He let out a tiny laugh and scratched the head of his Pokemon. Ryker really wanted some food, that was for sure.

When Goro looked back up the woman was hurriedly writing a letter in response. He became ever so lonely standing there watching her get excited over a friend. He knew he would never have anyone respond that happily to his letters. He frowned for a moment and stared at her handwriting. It was horrid. For being an Elite she didn't have the prettiest writing. She walked to the mailbox and put in the mail, coming back and stating she was done freaking out. Well that was nice, now Goro had run out of time to slip away. Why was he still there? He wondered if Brittani was having the same question run through her head. After all, he was a complete stranger, standing on her porch.

She asked what they were talking about... Perhaps they were talking about leaving. Goro could have pretended that he never mentioned the breeding at all. He could have just said he was off to lunch and that would have been that. But no, he felt like being stupid that day. He felt like making a complete ass out of himself in front of someone who was so powerful. Of course, she had made an ass out of herself when she sat on her porch looking like that. Oh well, it was a day of asses. "We were talking about breeding your Pokemon so I can get the egg." He gave a small smile and looked down at Ryker who was practically begging him for food. "Um, why don't you stop by my farm sometime and we can work it all out. Just bring all of your Pokemon, ya know? And um.. If your friend is in town by then you can bring him too." Goro let his smile fade away.

"Well it looks like Ryker really wants some lunch, let me just give you the address and I'll see you around," Goro said, making his way to where Brittani had set down the pencil. He picked it up and jotted down his address and a few instructions such as 'five houses down from yours on the left' on the outside of one of the envelopes the Elite had set down. He set everything down and smiled. It was time for him to go to lunch. He plucked the Wurmple off his shirt and started walking off of the porch. He turned and gave a small wave to the woman before walking down the road toward the restaurant he loved so much. Back to his everyday normal life...

OOC// I hope you don't mind that I ended it ^-^ This just means we can keep moving now ^-^

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