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[fairycircle]

Everyone, please be careful if you are still trying to travel for the holidays. It really doesn't look like this weather is letting up, plus it's... well, you all have seen the news, right?

I'm somewhat glad I mailed all my gifts out earlier, but I got a message from the post office saying the gifts will likely be delayed a few extra days, just from all the heavy weather. Eridan and I are staying in Cerulean for the time being, so please, nobody worry about us.

I also had a question, um.. is there such an item that makes it so a Pokemon doesn't evolve? Do you think, if it is real, that it is a good idea to use? Or is it wrong to make it impossible for a Pokemon to evolve?

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[fairycircle]

[Looking guilty, she can't help rubbing her face a little.] No, it isn't fair. It's just.. worrying, I guess. Poison isn't something I'm comfortable working with, and yet I've.. [It takes a few minutes, but she's releasing her Trubbish to turn the camera on the excited trash bag.

Who is trying to hug her legs and she's just going to hop up onto a chair awkwardly.] No no, please don't do that, I don't want to hug you.. [SO. GUILTY SOUNDING.]

[islandshore]

If you're not gonna accept your Pokémon, why do you still have it?

[He's just gonna be blunt, because... yeah, Trubbish are gross, but that's just sad. He feels sorry for the Pokémon more than anyone else.]

[fairycircle]

I can't just leave him behind. I know what I'm doing isn't better by any means, but.. [She really just doesn't know what to do. Crouching in the seat, the Trubbish makes some little grabby hands with his stubby, trashy arms and chirps a bit sadly.]

[islandshore]

You could just give him to the Foster Home. At least then a trainer who doesn't mind him could take him in.

[He shrugs. It's not his business, but even then, why keep something you don't even like?]

[fairycircle]

I just... know what it's like to be left like that.

[islandshore]

Well, if you're that serious about keeping him, then you're just gonna have to accept him the way he is. Trubbish are one of the more grotesque poison types, but it's not like you can change that.

[fairycircle]

[Quiet, she's simply thinking, hmming gently.] No, you're right, it's not something I can do anything about. I suppose the smell is just.. something to get used to. [Maybe if she washes him in antibacterial soap.]