>>16341561Froakie squints his eyes with reasonable doubt looming within him. Chespin isn't necessarily the most trustworthy person in the neighborhood. For one, he ran away from his trainer without even so much as giving her another glance or even talking to her about it. Two, he's incredibly haughty for reasons unknown and seems to have a great disdain for any and all Water-types, for whatever reason.
Three, he's just a plain douche. No one wants to be friends with a douche. Especially a Grass-type douche.
Yet, as Froakie looks deep into Chespin's pitch black eyes, he has an epiphany. Perhaps, with some time and care, people can change their ways and how they act. After all, there is such a thing as second chances. Maybe Chespin just fell into the wrong crowd, got acquainted with the wrong people, underwent training from a redhead as hotheaded a dick as he is.
Perhaps..
PERHAPS Chespin can change.
And such change in personality all starts with kicking a simple Ferroseed in order to signify the end of their rivalry. Froakie steps up to the challenge with determination and pride.
Froakie steps back in order to get some space, sights dead-set on kicking the Ferroseed straight to the skies above. Breathing deeply, the toad tells himself over and over that he's going to do it. He's going to kick it.
He slaps his face multiple times to get his head into the game, because it's not just about the football, but also the power of friendship that could be strengthened by it.
Froakie charges for the Ferroseed.
"FROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!"
Going.
Going.
Going.
"Che!"
Gone.
