Post by Ylva Mandara on May 6, 2014 22:41:13 GMT -5
Ylva's eyes wandered over to the girl named Marci, sitting on the other side of her. Blowing a sigh through her lips, she looked at the Pokemon with her, observing it even more now that she had to move closer to her. A Zoroark, a rare dark type... Ylva wasn't all to fond of furry Pokemon, as well as dark types. Keeping her eye on the Zoroark and the rest of the class, she straightened up some, looking over to Marci.
With her straightening up, it was partly cause she was going to make sure her body language didn't make her look like a coward... The Asian/Russian girl couldn't risk letting the other girl push her around, it was always a possibility that this person could be a bully... the other part being, was that she realized that it was stupid to be ashamed of Lariat's actions. He was a Pokemon that didn't really approve of the Pokeball, and his bursting out was completely harmless. "Well, I suppose we best get started on this. I'm Ylva Mandara, and that was Lariat, my Aggron." With a low voice and steady eyes, locked on Marci and that Zoroark, she motioned to her ball with one hand while twiddling a pencil in the other.
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