>>20593472This face is the face of a man contemplating his role in life as he looks on at Raticate number 22 breeding with raticate number 16. He doesn't have the luxury of mass releasing his pokemon into the wild as that would be inhumane and as rats they would likely fuck up the ecosystem.
He keeps each reject, trains them, breeds them, with a quiet self hatred towards himself over the fact that he has dedicated all these years to such a shitty pokemon. But what can he do? Giving up would mean all these years looking for a shiny was all for naught. He can't give up, he can't imagine the possibility of wasting all these years for nothing. By now his tastes have changed and he doesn't even give a shit about Raticate anymore but his pride and naivety won't allow him to concede. He looks down at the two Raticate, praying this one is it, praying for the tan Rattata he has dedicated a significant chunk of his life to find.
But he knows. Deep down he's aware that this will just be Rattata number "whatever".
Silently he watches the two breed as his hope slowly breaks down on this hot day, His thoughts of that tan rattata occasionally alternating with the thoughts of a cute female breeder who would love and one day have a family with him. He's seen enough Raticate Breed, when will it be his turn?
But Rats don't pick up chicks.
And it's too hot right now to continue thinking up that fantasy.
Way too hot.
He misses his old shorts. He remembers how comfy they were on days like these.
