Trigramatic
"Hi, Ship," said Tails. "So what kind of Pokemon are -you-?"
"Zorua," he answered. "We have more specialized skills. We don disguises. Sneak around and gather information. We've got...nimble fingers."
"So you're a clan of thieves?"
Poor Ship slapped his hand against his face. Tails was not the only one to come to this conclusion.
"Zorua," he answered. "We have more specialized skills. We don disguises. Sneak around and gather information. We've got...nimble fingers."
"So you're a clan of thieves?"
Poor Ship slapped his hand against his face. Tails was not the only one to come to this conclusion.
"Ship, recommendation for you for future reference...remember your audience when speaking." I said, taking a sip of my coke. I almost had to laugh at that one.
Tristen finally got around to his tea and started to sip, then winced a bit. A bit on the strong side.