Trickster Zorua

Zangoose: No touchy!!!

Poochyena: Hey, what's the matter?

Girafarig: Pwease stop trying to eat her hair???

Flare: ...Argh, this is getting to my head. Go away. *goes inside and locks the door*

Me: Well, we aren't in your time, now are we?! *sighs in pain*

I just handed you money!!! *growls*

*goes over to the Poochyena* Hi there, would you like to meet my son?
Poochyena: Oh sure, lady!
Me: He's right over there. *points to you*

Girafarig: ...It can't be that simple, can it?!

Flare: Why don't you go play with the others? I'm sure they're much better company than me.

Rob: Hey! You do NOT hit girls!!! *helps me up* Are you okay?
Me: I think so...

Um... *magically finds some money* Here! *gives the man the money*

For the time being, I am. I must go, I need to unpack my stuff.
Ah, I see.

*spots a little Poochyena* Hey, why don't you go introduce yourself?

Hypno: That worked... kinda...

Flare: I can take care of myself. I'm a grown woman, after all. *arrives on the porch to the house*

Me: You don't hit girls! *slaps you back* And how was I supposed to know that?!

Uh, sir... You do realize that only women carry purses, right?

How are you? It's been ages, I know. I was away on vacation.
How.... did you get your name changed?

Uh, sure ^_^

D:

Oh, right ^_^'

I'd win

I'm sure we can find you at least one friend. Come on. *carries you to the park*

Hypno: Maybe a more direct approach? *puts an barrier around the hair-eating thoughts so they can't reach your mind*

Flare: My parents lived long enough, thank you. And I'm going home because I'm tired, and all this arguing is giving me a headache.

Rob: Argh, stupid TVs!
Me: *so much facepalm it's not even funny* I'm kinda scared to see what other people from the future are like. -_-'

Oh, uh... *picks up a random purse and hand the man some money* Here.

About what?

Yay!

Aww, it'll be okay

No, I just don't want to be in your hair.

They can hear you though, can't they?

Hypno: Hmm... Plan B! *puts bad thoughts into your head whenever you think about eating my hair*

Flare: *steadies breathing* If you want to help me, threats and bribery isn't going to help. *walks away*
Me: Where are you going?!
Flare: Home. *continues walking*

Rob: Ooh, that's right... *points the remote at the microwave* This stupid TV won't turn on!
Me: *sigh*

I would like a chicken sandwich, some fries, and a soda, thank you.

Oh, okay

Aww, thank you ^_^

Why is that?

No RPing!

I'm just messing around

You don't need to cry! D:

D: D:

Um...could you put me down? ^_^'

I don't understand, I would think that'd be a good thing...

Hypno: Now to go into his mind and remove the urge to eat hair. *disappears into your mind*

Flare: You're crazy! You're all freaking crazy!This isn't going to help me, it's only gonna make me more bitter!!! *is getting angry*
Everyone else: Uh... I don't think this was a good idea...

Rob: Good thing I have a back-up remote!
Me: *looks at him in disbelief*
Rob: ...What? I knew something like this would happen, so I had a plan B!

We can eat whatever we want to, little one. *goes inside and orders some food*

THAT'S GREAT!

Just call me Flareon, thanks ^_^

Thank you

Now, why would they do that?

Hypno: Oh sure, a lot of people can. I was just testing my weakest spell. *uses Hypnosis on you so you fall asleep*

Everybody else: Y-yeah, of course we want it!
Flare: *destroys the gun* You are pathetic to try to guilt me into this.

Me: *facepalm* Smart move... *is being sarcastic*

*runs over to the Machamp* Maybe I can help... *changes to Ninetales and revives the Machamp*