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thewrathofkaanOkay, so. As much as Roscoe had hated living in the bubblehut, and he had really hated it, the fact remained that he was taking his sweet time hauling his stuff back from the campsite back to his room.
(This was due to the fact that he had brought entirely too many clothes out to the campsite with him to bring back in a single trip, but that was neither here nor there.)
By now he was on his third or fourth trip from the campsite back to the dorms, his arms full of clothes with his phone perched at the very top of the stack. Ameta for Pokemon Go trainer's job was never done, you know, and he had to keep an eye out for any --
"Fuck!" he swore as a critter popped up on the screen and he dropped all his clothes on the ground in his haste to grab his phone to capture it. And of course the new, obnoxious half-gravity meant that now his gorgeous flip-flops were bouncing away from him at a rapid pace. This was just perfect.
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(This was due to the fact that he had brought entirely too many clothes out to the campsite with him to bring back in a single trip, but that was neither here nor there.)
By now he was on his third or fourth trip from the campsite back to the dorms, his arms full of clothes with his phone perched at the very top of the stack. A
"Fuck!" he swore as a critter popped up on the screen and he dropped all his clothes on the ground in his haste to grab his phone to capture it. And of course the new, obnoxious half-gravity meant that now his gorgeous flip-flops were bouncing away from him at a rapid pace. This was just perfect.
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