Umbreon got hurt in the fire, and as soon as the flames lapped him I sort of snapped into what was going on. I ran back home to get a burn heal on him, calling the Jennies and anonymously reporting the fire when I’d finished. So Umbreon had to rest in his pokéball all day. I hope he doesn’t mind it too much. From what Purple said I don’t think it’s terribly nice in there.
But Espeon was with me, and I just began to feel so awful about what I’d done that I couldn’t loaf around for a moment longer. Dragging Lickitung along with me, though not necessarily telling her everything, I went by Mr. Pokémon’s house to offer my services in helping him with the repairs. He seemed guarded at first, a fair response considering my actions yesterday, but after a little bit I proved that my intentions were true. Espeon even helped out a bit, moving boards and tools around with her powers. With all four of us helping, the damages were fixed in no time flat.
Although I never told Mr. Pokémon I had started the fire, I still felt my conscience nipping at my heels. So I went back home, gathered up all of my money that I’d saved, and slid it under his door. It’s nice to give to others. I think tomorrow I’ll go over and cook dinner for him. I guess that would require buying food though… oh well, I can scrounge something up if I put my noggin to the grindstone.
I know I usually don’t take many pauses when writing, but I simply must do so right now, as there is a gentleman asking for me.
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Never mind about that, he simply wanted to mug me. Lucky that I didn’t have any money. I hope I can get somebody to loan me a new pair of pants, mine were just taken.
I’m sure he needed them more than me,
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂
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