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[Morning, Johto. Hope you enjoy loud noises from feeds that had been silent as the grave for the past week, because that's what you're getting as a wake up call from this one. It's hard to tell why, exactly, for a few moments because of just how fast it's moving, but it's pretty obvious it just got knocked off the nightstand next to the bed in a Pokemon Center.
By who? Well, that's pretty obvious when the camera stablizes a moment later and shows the owner of the gear on his knees on the ground, clutching at his right shoulder as he breathes hard and stares at something only he can see with wide eyes. It takes him a little to get his breathing back under control and push himself up to sit, but he doesn't get far before his Arcanine is there, putting her head onto his lap and letting him bury his face in her fur with nary a sound. He doesn't seem to have realized his thrashing kicked the gear on, because it times out to that scene a few minutes later without him saying a word.]
[Private Text to: Nanao Ise]
You were wrong. It was my fault.
By who? Well, that's pretty obvious when the camera stablizes a moment later and shows the owner of the gear on his knees on the ground, clutching at his right shoulder as he breathes hard and stares at something only he can see with wide eyes. It takes him a little to get his breathing back under control and push himself up to sit, but he doesn't get far before his Arcanine is there, putting her head onto his lap and letting him bury his face in her fur with nary a sound. He doesn't seem to have realized his thrashing kicked the gear on, because it times out to that scene a few minutes later without him saying a word.]
[Private Text to: Nanao Ise]
You were wrong. It was my fault.
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