[color=ffe150][b][u]Toshi[/u][/b][/color]

[quote=@Floofenstein]"Welllll, I dunno if [i]I[/i] have any wisdom, but Mom always said, about Dad mainly, that if you try, like, to be [i]great[/i], that's how you don't be great at all. Better to just like what you do and you'll get there." She said it with a bright smile.[/quote]
That... was a lot to think about, actually. He was mainly being flattering when he called her wise, trying to get to know her a little bit better since he figures he's going to end up running into these people more in the future, and making a joke at his own expense about how superficial his compliments would be given he knew her for all of twenty seconds - to keep things light-hearted. By now, it's been probably just short of a minute since he'd first met her, but he doesn't think he actually knows anyone who has proven themselves wiser than Melissa. Like, at all. Low bar? Perhaps, but it's been a long time since he ever had to stop and think about what someone said to him. Twice, at that. Nothing speaks of wisdom like recognition of his awesomeness, after all.

He hasn't actually ever been a pokémon trainer. He likes researching training methods - Arceus knows that the first thing he's gonna do with his first pokémon is seek some time alone to try a few things out, but whether he'll like it or not? Ehhh, hard to believe he wouldn't, frankly, but he knows from experience what it means, at least in superficial terms, for someone to be trying too hard, and that probably applied to pokémon training and battling too... somehow.

The concept touched upon one of the things he hated most about himself, but hey, that's why he's shooting so high, right? Become the best and then maybe he'll believe himself when he says it. Probably.

Melissa's attention seemed to be drifting, which probably meant he hadn't responded fast enough and was boring her. Awesome. His smile twitched, but before he could thank her for bestowing [i]his humble countenance with a jewel from the vaults of some made-up wisdom treasury[/i], she ended the conversation.

[quote]"Thanks for the compliments! Hope your new partner is as beautiful as you!"[/quote]
He simply smiled and waved, as any cool dude would, while mentally groaning in anguish.

[quote=@Savo][color=92278f]"Want some actual wisdom? Focus on your [i]actual[/i] job instead of flirting. Then maybe you [i]might[/i] have a chance at being mediocre."[/color][/quote]
Ironically, the purple-haired boy being a little prick was exactly what Toshi needed in this moment. This was a language he spoke [i]fluently[/i], and it was also the first time he had ever met anyone in his own age group with a stick shoved this far up their ass. His smile transitioned to a smug smirk even as the other boy turned to walk away.
[color=ffe150]"We're in a waiting room, dumbass. Maybe you should focus on not seething in rage because you don't know how to talk to girls."[/color]

The boy ignored him, heading towards a shy-looking boy sitting on a couch and a girl who appeared to be comforting him. He chuckled a bit, wondering if the guy was trying to surreptitiously prove him wrong. Ah, well, it didn't really matter. He was feeling better already.

He briefly considered who to bother next when one of his top candidates - The blond girl who was flirting up Frieda, got Frieda to blush before announcing that she would go grab Professor Camphor. He had avoided going up to them because cockblocking (or... what do you call it in this case? [i]Minge infringement?[/i]) was the last first impression he'd ever want to make. However, it looked like he wouldn't have much more time before the call of adventure took priority. Like the purple-haired boy said, [i]he had a job to do[/i], after all. He considered all the people he never got a chance to chat up yet - There's the cute girl with white hair who was followed around by a cute girl with bright red hair. Seemed like a lot of fun to be around, but she also seemed the type to walk all over people, which, personally, was not his fetish. There's the quiet boy on the couch who was crumpling inward while being talked to by a cute brunette, with the purple-haired guy third-wheeling them. It was genuinely tempting to walk up to the shy boy, grab him by the shoulders and start shaking him while yelling [i]'YOU ARE ENOUGH! YOU MATTER! DON'T GIVE UP! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE! YOU WILL SUCCEED!'[/i] and so on, but if he reacted badly, Camphor might kick him out, so he'd better not. He could chat up the cute brunette girl alone, but she seemed busy, and he knew better than to insert himself where he'd be unwelcome and unhelpful. Who did that leave? The white haired guy drinking coffee in steretypical punk attire, the cute green-haired girl with a Sprigatito who he gathers is a tea person, and the cute brown-haired girl being slept on by a Slakoth. Hrmmm.

[color=ffe150]"Yo! Tilly, right? How you doin'?"[/color]

It was the obvious choice.

[color=ffe150]"You taking on the league circuit? You seem like the type of girl who'd kill it no matter what you did."[/color]
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