"Well... now that you are asking... yes!" You hold up Mimikyu's ball. "When I was handed this ball... there was already a pokemon in it! Some bedsheet thing named Mimikyu!"
The man frowns. "That is troubling. We did not send such a pokemon... it might be a stray... Listen Gurie, come to the nurses office after class hours. I would like to, assist in negotiations. We will write it as volunteer hours and I will get you some pocket money for the facade." He holds out a safari ball in his hands. "Until then, take this, make sure no one knows you got a pokemon already."
You nod. "That sounds good, thanks Nimrah."
He smiles. "Anytime. Now head out, its almost time for social studies."
Oh that doesn't sound so bad.
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Oh it was worse. Much worse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2ktXEQI5Tg"Fuhohoho!" A sequinned man with a pokeball trapped on his head struts down the class aisles. his scarf billowing in the nonexistant wind. "It is I, your teacher! Miror B!" He poses and a lot of the class claps. "Yes yes, it is I, former leader of Cipher, but I have reformed! Seen the light, no more shadow pokemon and darkness for me. " He poses. "Now the only thing I fight for is the spotlight!"
He claps his hand. "Now, you want out of the slammer? Then you gotta make society want you out. Got to show your bling baby. You gotta work FOR the people," Pose. "Gotta be a man OF the people!" Pose "And you will be freed baybay BY the people!" He raises his finger in the air, stealing the Leon look from Galar (Not that you actually know that but it looks tacky).
"So baby doll that is why Marco Cosmos pay me to be here and not on the dance floor. It is my job to help all of you find your groove with your pokemon and people, after all, I was someone who worked with shadow pokemon, I know exactly how to take the funky times away."
"Now! Baby dolls, its time for you all to be making friends. But to be makin friends you got to..." He poses. "Make a impression baybay!"
"That's why we are going to first work on poses. You got to capture with flair, you got to throw with finesse, and you got to win with style! Otherwise ya might as well not have a mon"
You slink into your chair. Oh nooooo.
>Try REALLY hard to blend in... by doing the dorky poses>You have pride, refuse! >You do not have pride... or style, but you are going to try your bestD100 either way, to either have the finesse to pull a poise, the courage to refuse Miror B, or the grace to tape into your inner cringe.
