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[Impatient with training, Malik's left a note on his desk for his Rocket supervisors ("Back soon. Look forward to gifts") and successfully escaped HQ. A profitable venture should cancel out the breach of conduct.
Except why is it so nice outside. Why is everyone so happy. People aren't, by nature, happy creatures. This unnerves him.
Turning to the PokéGear, he switches it on.]
Experienced travelers. This weather's an anomaly, correct....
[Except then the feed goes staticky; the Gear hits the ground and switches to video. A dark-skinned boy with a Duel Disk on one arm is twisting to get a look at what's knocked him over, snuggled against his back and hugging him.
For that matter, trying to kiss him.]
Smoochum! Smoo!
[What an auspicious beginning to his life of crime.]
Except why is it so nice outside. Why is everyone so happy. People aren't, by nature, happy creatures. This unnerves him.
Turning to the PokéGear, he switches it on.]
Experienced travelers. This weather's an anomaly, correct....
[Except then the feed goes staticky; the Gear hits the ground and switches to video. A dark-skinned boy with a Duel Disk on one arm is twisting to get a look at what's knocked him over, snuggled against his back and hugging him.
For that matter, trying to kiss him.]
Smoochum! Smoo!
[What an auspicious beginning to his life of crime.]
