Ice climbers
To be honest, I just learned Nana's name the other day. I used to think-and this is pretty dumb, but stick with me- that they were the same kid in two different coats, and Hand just cloned him, for whatever reason. Anyway, Big-Eye Me invited me to his-mine-our-whatever birthday party. (His words, not mine.) So, like I was saying, when I got there, he introduced me to her. Since then, I've spent a good amount of time with her and her brother. As I've been told almost daily by Big-Eye Me, Nana is kind, and pretty, and smart and-blech. Never could stand the lovey-dovey stuff. Anyway, she really is a sharp kid. Could give Zelda a run for her money, though she's not as much of a smart-ass. Dunno about pretty, but she's a cute kid, I guess. Her brother kind of gets on my nerves with how highly he thinks of himself, but he's an alright kid.
I remember the little bastard pulling all kinds of pranks last year, though. And I'm willing to bet Big-Eye Me and Nana were in on it too. Switching out Quincy's pokeballs before our match last week was pretty funny, though.
I mean, they left him with this little fish that just sort of flopped around for a few minutes while I died laughing. (Literally. Quincy shoved me off the edge while I was distracted.
A/N: In the process of making this fic better now, hopefully the finished product will greatly surpass the current version.