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[harlequinhater]

hey guys! john here.
man i guess it's been a while since i last checked in on the pokegear all publicly like this.
i guess i have just been really busy being an awesome trainer and winning gym badges.
anyways does anyone know if there's a store that specializes in pokemon-proof clothes? 
like, fireproof stuff to help with angry fire types.
or something that can save me from being impaled by toxic nidorino spikes. that specifically.
if there is no such business, does anybody who knows how to make clothes want to go into business with me?
i bet we could make a lot of money that way.
i would get 50% profits for the idea obviously.

[A few minutes later, there's an addition:]

oh and if anybody has tips for the cianwood gym let me know!
im training up my awesome team of super cool pokemon to fight it next.
i want to know what im going to be up against.

[About thirty minutes after that, there's one last thing:]

also, has anybody else been getting pies sent to them?
is that a thing in the pokemon world?
because i definitely did not order these.

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[harlequinhater]

i'm back around the goldenrod hotel again!
you wanna come to my room?
or, actually, maybe we should go somewhere with a lot more space.
i do not want to get charged if snik decides to destroy the hotel furniture.

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[quadrangle]

PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA YEAH.
OUTSIDE OF TOWN? SO WE DON'T CAUSE ANY PROPERTY DAMAGE. I MEAN I DON'T THINK SNIK EVEN CAUSE A LOT OF PROPERTY DAMAGE BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW, MAYBE HE HATES YOU THAT MUCH.

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[harlequinhater]

he has sharp poisonous barbs and a body full of hatred.
i am pretty sure he can do lots of damage.
anyways, i'll meet you at the entrance of route 35?
there should be plenty of room there.

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[quadrangle]

[... he is now inexplicably jealous of this pokémon, thanks John. That aside—]

ALRIGHT. SEE YOU THERE.

[And, true to his word, Karkat may soon be found loitering near Route 35 with a thoroughly disgruntled-looking Meowstic at his side. Said Meowstic is most definitely tugging at his pant leg every now and again in an attempt to convince his lusus trainer to pick him up already, and if the sudden wince and muttered "fuck" is anything to go by, he's just started applying his claws to the problem.]

[harlequinhater]

[John is there shortly after Karkat arrives, looking a teeny bit winded. He ran, so that he wouldn't keep his fellow friendleader waiting.]

Hey, Karkat!

[He jogs up to where Karkat and Sharru are, waving a little bit to make sure he's seen.]

Do you think that Sharru is going to help? I mean, can you tell yet?

[quadrangle]

[Give Karkat a second, John, he's trying to detach a furry asshole from his pant leg. While he does that, though, he does make sure to throw back a harried response.]

Yeah, hey, John. Probably? He's been cooperating so far, or at least doing whatever the fuck counts as cooperating in his world.

[Sharru rolls his eyes but relents, largely because Karkat has apparently given up on not carrying him and is now lifting him into his arms.]

This is what I'm working with?

[The mental voice comes without warning, and if John is looking, he may just notice an appraising look leveled in his direction. Whatever Sharru sees, he seems to disapprove, but that's only to be expected.]

You know you could ask me, right? I'm right here.