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Ryan gave Olivier a blank stare. He lived for the validation. How could likes not matter to anyone? What kind of weirdo was this? A cute weirdo… But a weirdo nonetheless.

The group soon departed, and now that his performance was ruined, he was getting ready to change out of his drag look, and carry on with the rest of his day. When a loud truck rolled in. A blue haired man in space themed attire got out of the car, and unleashed his Toxicroak, and released even more disgusting acid sending everyone into a panic.

Ryan was upset again, and furiously stormed up to the man. [color=FF69B4]“Excuse me sir? What do you think you’re doing? You’ve just ruined our day at the fair with your Toxicroak. Honestly, do you Poison type Trainers live to be disruptive?”[/color] He looked at the man up and down, and put his hand on his hip. [color=FF69B4]“ Well, honey, I must say, your choice of fashion is as toxic as your Pokémon’s moves. But next time, consider a less corrosive approach to getting attention.”[/color]. He said in a sassy tone.