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*Another question went answered, so she decided to call Walthari “Walty.” Silly yes, but close.*
*Many wondered how she and Umiko were related. She was more mature while the other was not. Both had different hair colors and their hair styles barely matched. Eri’s impatience was difficult to handle. If something was needed, she always pulled on her sister’s arm. As a little girl, she whined if she never got what she wanted. Her parents always had to calm her. If asked, Umiko would have said “she’s annoying and always hogs the attention.” Although they were young, she viewed Eri as an annoyance. Always needy and clueless.*
*Umiko and a few other people had high tolerance.They usually ignored or assured her. The red head disliked waiting for things. Such as microwaving food and waiting for doctors to help her pokemon. Most of the time she walked back and forth and asked if something was completed yet. This happened around five times until she was told to wait. Not wanting to make a scene, she usually sat down quietly and wriggled her toes.*
*Having no clue about Asada or Team Eternity, it was obvious she had a lot to learn. Though she was not really at fault. None of the other regions were military based. Most criminals wanted to make money, take over the world or steal things. Murders were rare.*
*As the simple words reached her ears, she nodded* ah I see. Okay that makes sense. Man you were using a lot of big words that I couldn’t understand *she admitted sheepishly.*
*She did not notice the mocking tone in his voice.*
*When the female grabbed his arm, she noticed it was slightly rough. Not like cardboard, but maybe muscular. Her slightly pale fingers were wrapped around his upper arm. Looking up at the male, she assumed he was a super strong guy. Even though the guess was probably incorrect. They did not know each other. How could she know?*
Wow he sure has big arms *she thought, her eyes concentrated on the red sleeve. The red velvet cloth pressed against her fingers.* I bet he’s a wrestler!
*A second later, she felt his arm slipping away from her fingers. Trying to hold on, she tightened the grip* h-hey!
*Avoiding eye contact, she listened the words crashing over her head. Feeling his cold glare on her, she talked back to show she was unafraid. Even though she was.*
*Shutting her eyes, she raised her voice slightly. She sounded as if she were about to cry* I just wanna battle you! Please?!?! I wanna get to know you! Is that so wrong?!?! Why are you so grumpy?!!!?
Blaze doesn’t speak immediately, his focus on removing the girl from his arm.
“Learn what personal space is.” He says firmly, his tone is still incredibly chilly.
This is the face that other champions didn’t like. Cynthia didn’t care for Blaze and with good reason, Alder pittied him in private, Iris he hadn’t met, Lance merely stared him down coldy, and while Wallace had spoken politely they never had been on the best of terms.
Blaze was indeed the oddest Champion in the circle. He didn’t parcipate in conferences, and only occassionally spoke to them via video conference.
“Have you come close to beating a member of the Elite four of any Region?” Blaze asks dryly still prying her off of him.
Great, loud and determined to bother him. A terrible combination.