Victory Road Sample: "No, you already had like half the bag!"
While most trainers had their pokemon securely in their pokeballs or cooperating with them, taking them on adventures or battling in the wonderful pleasant fall weather, Hunk found himself at an impasse of crunchy proportions. He'd opted to spend the afternoon reading and on a picnic with his Sandshrew, enjoying the weather outside, and had taken a few snacks to share along the beachy waterside. His Sandshrew, a little explorer, liked just burrowing for a while, hence their afternoon--an afternoon of digging through the ground and playing weird games of peek-a-boo. But when he realized that his pokemon was the one thing that rivaled his snacking habits... He knew he was in trouble.
Scooping up the little wiggling monster in one arm, he held it back from the shelf and sighed.
"Come on, Amber, you gotta stop fighting me on this. You're gonna get fatter than a Snorlax!"
Which was actually a little ironic, coming from him. The pokemon wiggled, frowning up at him, as if he could get his trainer to change his mind by mere pity. Hunk, ever the responsible owner, had read that it probably was safest to keep pokemon to a strict poke-foods diet, to prevent unnecessary complications or sicknesses, much like a regular dog or cat to him, but his little pokemon had other ideas in mind. Also known as Hunk's favorite potato chips.
The little creature wiggles more, tail swinging about and smacking Hunk's leg. He already had bruises from yesterday, from this exact same thing.
The sad thing though--he was weak to that woeful gaze, those deep, black eyes surrounded by scales, giving him the saddest stare and the most pitiful of whines.
"Shreeww...."
"Okay, fine! Only two bags, okay?!"
But as he grabbed for them, trying to maneuver them into the basket before Amber actually snatched one to eat right then, the Sandshrew's tail swished back behind him, and right into the shelf.
...and knocked it over. Hunk didn't even have time to turn around. Wincing, he just watched the shelf tilt, holding his pokemon a little closer to him.
Hunk | Voltron: Legendary Defender [2]
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Sandshrew
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: Action sample
Victory Road Sample:
"No, you already had like half the bag!"
While most trainers had their pokemon securely in their pokeballs or cooperating with them, taking them on adventures or battling in the wonderful pleasant fall weather, Hunk found himself at an impasse of crunchy proportions. He'd opted to spend the afternoon reading and on a picnic with his Sandshrew, enjoying the weather outside, and had taken a few snacks to share along the beachy waterside. His Sandshrew, a little explorer, liked just burrowing for a while, hence their afternoon--an afternoon of digging through the ground and playing weird games of peek-a-boo. But when he realized that his pokemon was the one thing that rivaled his snacking habits... He knew he was in trouble.
Scooping up the little wiggling monster in one arm, he held it back from the shelf and sighed.
"Come on, Amber, you gotta stop fighting me on this. You're gonna get fatter than a Snorlax!"
Which was actually a little ironic, coming from him. The pokemon wiggled, frowning up at him, as if he could get his trainer to change his mind by mere pity. Hunk, ever the responsible owner, had read that it probably was safest to keep pokemon to a strict poke-foods diet, to prevent unnecessary complications or sicknesses, much like a regular dog or cat to him, but his little pokemon had other ideas in mind. Also known as Hunk's favorite potato chips.
The little creature wiggles more, tail swinging about and smacking Hunk's leg. He already had bruises from yesterday, from this exact same thing.
The sad thing though--he was weak to that woeful gaze, those deep, black eyes surrounded by scales, giving him the saddest stare and the most pitiful of whines.
"Shreeww...."
"Okay, fine! Only two bags, okay?!"
But as he grabbed for them, trying to maneuver them into the basket before Amber actually snatched one to eat right then, the Sandshrew's tail swished back behind him, and right into the shelf.
...and knocked it over. Hunk didn't even have time to turn around. Wincing, he just watched the shelf tilt, holding his pokemon a little closer to him.
"S-sorry? I, uh... I can clean that up?"