>>27152852When Chestnaught told his Greninja mate, which, by the implication of his own words, knew that she was ugly, knew that she was undesirable, and knew that every moment with her, no matter how pleasant the situation or the environment, must be spent in a constant inner struggle not get fed up with and reveal his natural disdain for her besotted face that he must face directly every time he were to dance, to sit face to face at a restaurant, to kiss, and to watch over as it is shrouded in the bridal gown at the steps of the wedding stage, that she “was still beautiful on the inside”, was he raving?
For it seems only fair to his case to presume that he was could not have been serious. Did he mistake his erotic vividness for some sort of mental fortitude or straightness? But enough for Chestnaught’s muddled head and his pathetic plight regarding his method of dealing with his feminine rubbish. I will perhaps talk about this little scene in greater detail at another time.
