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[It's a beautiful day in Cianwood City! The weather is warm! The sun is shining! (And let's be honest, all the happy vibes in the air sure aren't hurting anything, either) And thanks to some convenient teleportation shenanigans, Yagyuu and his Pokemon have found themselves back on the Cianwood beach once more, sunning themselves and enjoying the day.
There's quite a lot of bustle going on in the background of the video, including a Rapidash and a Stantler walking leisurely up and down the beach (taking a long walk, perhaps?) and a Quagsire waddling around poking at rocks with a cheerful air. But perhaps the most romantic sight of all is that of the bright red Octillery and the bright blue Dragonair in the foreground, curled up together and snuggling in a giant mass of primary-colored tentacles and noodly appendages.
Which is all well and good, right up until a beautifully-plumed Milotic comes swimming up onto the beach, fanning out his tail like a preening peacock and beginning to slither amorously toward the noodly pair in the sand. A brief exchange seems to take place: the stereotypical, "Hey, baby, what's a cute girl like you doing with a guy like that?"
And sadly, it seems to work; shy and slightly mortified, the Octillery seems to deflate, noodling himself a little deeper into the sand. The Dragonair, on the other hand...well, she's apparently having none of this.
And proceeds to demonstrate exactly how she feels about some jackass Milotic rolling up like he thinks he's hot shit and making trouble in her neighborhood by dissing her boyfriend.
Via judicious application of percussive explanation.
One exceedingly fierce and noodly battle later, there is an unconscious Milotic (twenty feet long, three hundred fiftysome pounds) in the sand, one incredibly angry Dragonair (thirteen feet long, thirty-five pounds) still beating the ever-living daylights out of its inert body, and one incredibly overwhelmed Octillery looking like he's just fallen in love all over again.]
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[Later, a text message appears on the Gear network.]
Ah, it seems as though this past Valentine's Day was a successful one on many accounts. Did all the hopeful admirers manage to find a sweetheart to reciprocate their feelings, I wonder?
There's quite a lot of bustle going on in the background of the video, including a Rapidash and a Stantler walking leisurely up and down the beach (taking a long walk, perhaps?) and a Quagsire waddling around poking at rocks with a cheerful air. But perhaps the most romantic sight of all is that of the bright red Octillery and the bright blue Dragonair in the foreground, curled up together and snuggling in a giant mass of primary-colored tentacles and noodly appendages.
Which is all well and good, right up until a beautifully-plumed Milotic comes swimming up onto the beach, fanning out his tail like a preening peacock and beginning to slither amorously toward the noodly pair in the sand. A brief exchange seems to take place: the stereotypical, "Hey, baby, what's a cute girl like you doing with a guy like that?"
And sadly, it seems to work; shy and slightly mortified, the Octillery seems to deflate, noodling himself a little deeper into the sand. The Dragonair, on the other hand...well, she's apparently having none of this.
And proceeds to demonstrate exactly how she feels about some jackass Milotic rolling up like he thinks he's hot shit and making trouble in her neighborhood by dissing her boyfriend.
Via judicious application of percussive explanation.
One exceedingly fierce and noodly battle later, there is an unconscious Milotic (twenty feet long, three hundred fiftysome pounds) in the sand, one incredibly angry Dragonair (thirteen feet long, thirty-five pounds) still beating the ever-living daylights out of its inert body, and one incredibly overwhelmed Octillery looking like he's just fallen in love all over again.]
[Later, a text message appears on the Gear network.]
Ah, it seems as though this past Valentine's Day was a successful one on many accounts. Did all the hopeful admirers manage to find a sweetheart to reciprocate their feelings, I wonder?
Tags:
- always glorious always victorious,
- at least it's the off-season,
- because the sun never sets on cool,
- charming disarming and quite alarming,
- dammit niou don't take advantage of this,
- gonna fly like a pidgeot,
- i am fifteen and what is this,
- my pokeymans let me show you them,
- polite does not equal nice,
- repeat after me: i need a vacation,
- the perils of dramatic irony,
- touched by her noodly appendage,
- who let them out in public,
- ▶ cianwood city
