>>57125126WHAT WAS YOUR ACT THEN NIGGER
MINE WAS 34 YOU JEET
JEEP SEETHING IN JEALOUS RAGE WHIKW YOU HAVE NOTHING NO HONORS IN YOUR WADTE DLIFE
The sun baked the ground with its intense heat, the dry sand crackling and shifting as
the hours passed on. The lone Flygon lay curled up on the island coast, just far enough
so that they were soothed by the sound of the waves, but did not touch them. A small
divot in the beach sand would remain its resting place for a few midday hours, and
though the pokemon was lucky enough to get this far without interruptions, that luxury
wouldn’t last forever.
The group of beachgoers stabbed the bottom of their umbrella into the sand as they set
up camp. They only seemed to grow louder as they settled in, which inevitably woke up
the Flygon from its nap. It squinted its eyes as it adjusted to the harsh sun, but quickly
got used to the conditions before perking its head up and looking around for the cause of
the disturbance. Almost immediately, it spotted the two women and their pokemon
lounging on the beach under their big parasol, all lying on a towel and chair they had set
up. A single Gardevoir also accompanied them, though it was entirely silent. The psychic
type knelt near its owner, Kalos region’s champion Diantha, sharing the space on her
grand-sized towel in the shade. The final member of the group was another champion,
though this time from the Sinnoh region. Cynthia was laid back on her chair as she
chatted about nonsense that the dragon type had no care about. Both women were clad
in opposite-colored one-piece bathing suits that hugged their bodies tightly enough to
show off, but at the same time weren’t constricting. Kalos’ champion wore white, while
Sinnoh’s wore black, and they seemed to be nothing more than adaptations of their
iconic outfits fit for the beach.
While the two had their fun relaxing and talking up a storm, Flygon was looking around
to see if there were any bystanders l
