[Her trainer wouldn't hurt her. She knows that. She just knows deep down, on a level as intrinsic to pokemon as to any other animal, that she doesn't want to be in his way right now.
Something about Blake doesn't look like himself. Doesn't sound like himself, either. Usually he keeps all the ugly right on the surface, but right now, the surface is glassy and calm.
The mats thud as he sits gracelessly. His muscles aren't so good at anything but the repeated motion of strike, strike, strike anymore.
He doesn't miss the second of a strange look on the kid's face. Deliberately, he ignores it.
He grates out] Steve. Come here.
[With small, cautious movements, Steve comes closer, to just within range of the screen.
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Something about Blake doesn't look like himself. Doesn't sound like himself, either. Usually he keeps all the ugly right on the surface, but right now, the surface is glassy and calm.
The mats thud as he sits gracelessly. His muscles aren't so good at anything but the repeated motion of strike, strike, strike anymore.
He doesn't miss the second of a strange look on the kid's face. Deliberately, he ignores it.
He grates out] Steve. Come here.
[With small, cautious movements, Steve comes closer, to just within range of the screen.
Blake fixes his eyes on Yusuke.]
Finish. The story.