oooooooomg 11%

this is almost like waiting for your laptop to charge after it dies

it's so slow (and painful)

I have to finish this before exams which is in 67 days hooooly crap

211. forlorn: appearing sad because abandoned; in pitiful condition; almost without hope

The swimmer's happy gyarados had "accidentally," maybe even "playfully" splashed Green, effectively soaking him and his bag. Though he'd bulletproofed anything of value, namely his laptop and phone, his clothes had not escaped the wave, and Green pondered why he even bothered washing his clothes when they got dirty in less than 24 hours. He wasn't share whether to be forlorn because he was now soaked by cold ocean water at 8:00 AM, pissed at the gyarados for being so insensitive, or laughing along with the swimmer.

212. sonorous: having a full, deep sound; impressive in style of speech

Green ended up taking off his shirt and pants and hung everything on Blastoise's shell. He released Eevee and then cuddled with her, shivering as the wind whipped him and his soaked boxers. The loud swimmer had left, his sonorous voice carrying on the water and echoing loudly even at a long distance. Green anxiously looked at his phone's map, judging the best area to go onshore.

213. clamber: to crawl or climb with difficulty, especially on all fours

After reaching the abandoned coast just south of Celadon, Green asked Blastoise to take him onshore, and Green clambered on to the warm sand thankfully, thanking Arceus and Groudon and all warm sunny pokemon for terra firma. He lay in the sand a little bit, and released the rest of the pokemon. Blastoise peeled off Green's damp clothes from his shell, and then offered to rinse him clear of sand, and Green was subjected to a weakened, but still slightly painful and cold water gun in the stomach. He flinched, and tried not to run screaming about the cold as Blastoise washed off the sand and grit from his arms and legs and back.

214. beneficent: performing deeds of kindness or charity; producing a good result

Charizard, the not so beneficent pokemon, refused to warm Green up, and merely flew above the beach, circling the air and enjoying his release, having been cooped up in his pokeball since terrifying the pokemon in Viridian Forest. Green resorted to standing under the shade of some trees further inland and going through his clothes, wringing them dry and letting them hang in the sunlight filtering through the leaves. He shook the water out of his backpack, and swung his phone and laptop charger in circles to clear it of any water.

Aerodactyl and Pidgeotto were spread-eagled on their stomachs in the sand, and Venusaur was close by, just standing and absorbing sunlight. Blastoise was back in the ocean, surfing the waves with Eevee and Espeon on his back. Charizard began to chase wingulls and random birds above the beach. It was strange how quickly and easily one could leave civilization and reach the wilderness in some parts of Kanto.

215. digress: to turn aside from the main subject

Green found the soaked itinerary with the ink slightly smeared. Leaf had just given loose instructions to choose between the game corner or the department store and just relax before checking into the hotel later. Digressing, she had also written a short list of gift ideas, "in case you still need something for Red, lame-o." Green sat on an exposed tree root and tried not to think about how weird it was to be running around in the wild with just boxers on.

216. impending: about to happen

Green napped in the shade as the pokemon played along the shore and his clothes dried. When he woke up, the sun was reaching its peak in the sky, signalling noon. Green was shivering a little and sneezing a bit, and he cursed at the impending cold. It was summer, for Arceus' sake, and who caught colds in the summer, of all times of the year? He reached for his clothes and wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of seawater, and then put on his shoes without socks. He buckled his belt and called back each pokemon one by one, except for a very warm and toasty Pidgeotto. Charizard grumpily let himself be recalled, and Green promised him a good battle with Erika.

217. repress: to hold back; to put down by force

Pidgeotto's feathers were extremely warm, and the bird himself was completely full of energy. Green, for the first time, felt obliged to repress Pidgeotto and keep his speed down (Pidgeotto tended to fly really slowly sometimes). After half an hour or so flying north, the forest cleared into the clearly visible building complexes of Celadon.

218. divisive: creating conflict

Pidgeotto dropped Green off neatly outside the pokecenter, and Green praised the bird on his improving flying skills before recalling him. Celadon had tons of great restaurants, and Green's desire for unhealthy food was divisive as his stomach craved anything greasy while his brain was insistent on eating healthy to support Green's draining muscle mass.

219. maudlin: excessively sentimental

Daisy once told Green that their parents had lived in Celadon before their dad had to move to work in some faraway region, consequently leading their mom to bring them to the quiet, seaside town of Pallet where they could see any ships passing by Kanto. Their mom did not deal well with the long periods of separation, and had eventually left Green and Daisy to Professor Oak and disappeared.

So when Green sat down at a traditional Kanto themed restaurant and tried their fried rice, he knew he was being maudlin, but couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes and the intense familiarity of the cooking. The spices and vegetables used were all so reminiscent of his mom's cooking, and he couldn't help himself when he burst into the kitchen to the stares of a crowd of unfamiliar faces. His mom wasn't there.

He was quietly ushered back into his seat by a waitress, and was subject to a lot of stares, especially with his reddening eyes.

220. spendthrift: one who spends money wastefully

After that little reminder of the homeliness of Celadon, he aimlessly wandered the streets, trying to recall where he might have lived. Eventually, he went to the game corner, and played... a little. Though he had a fairly large wealth stored up, he had never been a gambling spendthrift, but he played out at least $200 in the slot machines before slapping himself in the face and running out of the building, cheek stinging. He stumbled into the alley at the side of the building and buried his face in his hands, trying to subdue the turmoil of remembrance and familiarity of Celadon.