i dont want a break // open

Ah, what what was he doing hm? Vasco was holding a... rather large screw in his hand, easily the side of a child. And yet he was holding it, carrying it like it was weightless. Well it did help it wasn't metal, and had a lacquer that made it shiny like metal but without the rust. He was here, in... starter town? No no, it was named after a tree... cherry? Pine? Maple? Ah that's right, New Bark town! The perpetual loser didn't seem to mind he had nearly, if not already, screwed up haha. The boy was flipping the screw, letting his steps lead him into the town. He had been sent outside of it, told to 'go train your pokemon you dummy' or something similar by his officer.

But Vasco had lost even that fight you see. So now he was back in town, and heading to the lab. 'Cuz there was a healing machine there, and when Team Flare took the town, they took control of it of course. Once his pokemon were... recovered, he plopped himself out of the lab, and looked around. There were plenty of members coming and going, but it was still relatively quiet. Ah, maybe he'd dip his feet at the water's edge, get some cooling in. The male headed to the border of whatever route that was. 29? 30? 19? Whatever, it was there, and he would go dip his toes in it, or so he thought, until he noticed a girl heading that way. Raising an eyebrow, he just let out a small smile.

Well he found his entertainment. ''Hey, hey, what'cha doin'?'' the boy asked, finding himself less then a few inches from the girl. How he had gotten there? Easy, he walked to her whilst she was lost in thought. He wasn't quite touching her... but almost. Heck, he could lift his arms and then wrap them around her, and pull the girl to his chest if he wanted to. But he didn't, preferring to slap that smile on his face, and interrupt her thoughts like he did. Tilting his head, the male's dark eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of blue or purple, a slowly crazy seeming smile on his face.

He was being friendly you see, and nice! Although, the giant screw in his hands might lead many to think something else, especially considering he was wearing pants and a vest like top, not even using his Flare uniform. He liked his own style thank you, and would wear it as often as he could get away with it. He would observe this blonde girl and her reactions, almost anxiously awaiting her lovely reaction.

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