[James's eyes grow distant. His partners have usually learned new attacks for him. Either he needed to be saved or he was weeping only and they wanted to cheer him up...
The one time he ever put honest effort into training one of his partners, he'd failed. He'd given Cacnea away to a Gym Leader in the end so it could reach its full potential.]
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You've taught your partners new moves?
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Of course I have. I've had them for quite a while and it's poor strategy to keep the same moveset for too long. They get bored of it.
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[James's eyes grow distant. His partners have usually learned new attacks for him. Either he needed to be saved or he was weeping only and they wanted to cheer him up...
The one time he ever put honest effort into training one of his partners, he'd failed. He'd given Cacnea away to a Gym Leader in the end so it could reach its full potential.]
[James waves a dismissive hand.]
Sorry.
[Sigh of envy.]
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[he shakes his head.]
I can show you, if ya want. How to... moves.
[his eyes are getting glassy this grain alcohol is WRECKING HIM.]
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I don't know how you keep knocking those back.
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[whatever that means, he does not elaborate, because he does another shot. then just... lays his head down carefully on the table (thunks it down).]
...Need a break though. Shit.
[night, archie.]
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[James stands up and claps the other man on the shoulder.]
Thanks for the martinis.
[And with that he puts his cap back on and strolls out of the bar.]