Hello! For those who do not know me, my name is Amy and my stories focus heavily on the human relationships within Pokémon rather than the creatures themselves. Some of my favourite characters have always been the Team Rocket Trio and even though I've tackled their life in the organisation and their future after leaving in stories of mine such as Pikachu Tales, I really wanted to dive into the world of Team Rocket with a whole new story to upload every month on the 28th. So that's what I've done! With old stories of mine like Dear Daddy and Dear Darlings, I focused on a letter writing format between Ash Ketchum and his children. For this, a letter writing format will still apply sometimes but I wanted to try other mediums too. To get things started, here we have a group chat between a number of characters - and at the end, someone new to them gets introduced. He's not new to my stories though! Jorginho features heavily in Pikachu Tales at the moment. But for the mean time, I hope you enjoy this new project of mine :)
Disclaimer: I own the story and the one OC mentioned!
P.S: This is a re-upload/edited version of a chapter I published last month to commence this story. I didn't realise it previously classed as the banned script format so of course wanted to correct my mistake!
Within the Team Rocket headquarters, several of the organization's members were united at the same moment. Sitting up against her headboard, a young woman with hair the color of a magenta rose pulled her phone out of her pocket rather than a snack. A teenager with youthful innocence swung his legs on a kitchen countertop. He looked for something to do while the feline next to him left his noodles to boil and pulled out his phone.
A woman in the gym's changing room hooked her pink, triangular earrings back into her lobes before taking her phone out of her locker and a man stopped fixing his seaweed green bangs to do the same thing. Hair the color of a fragrant flower was being twiddled with by a young man while the other hand touched his device in a dining hall. A girl with ringlets like a doll eagerly reached for hers for the first time in days.
Someone else looked like a fish out of water. This young man with jet-black dyed hair let his phone rest on the dining room table, pretending not to care when it buzzed and buzzed and buzzed some more.
All eight of them logged onto the group chat.
"Does anyone else finish at 6pm?" typed Jessie, sat in Room 335.
"Yup." Came the first reply. It was Meowth, who also had a bed in Room 335 but found himself elsewhere for the upcoming text conversation.
James typed with one hand while pushing food with his fork around his plate with his other hand: "Yes, Jessie."
Jessie tapped her fingernails impatiently before thumbing more responses into the group chat.
"I know about you two knuckleheads!" There was a few second pause where no other bubbles saying typing appeared. So, Jessie added: "I mean ANYBODY ELSE in Dorm Hall G?"
"Touché, Jess. Touché." Meowth clawed into his phone.
A new person typed for the first time into the chat. This time it was Christopher in the room of 337.
"I do, Jessie! I do!"
Christopher shared a room with an older Team Rocket member named Butch. He followed suite with his roommate and wiped lingering sweat off his brow before typing, hoping not to grease his screen.
"I do as well." Said Butch, before adding a second text bubble. "But I might do another workout when I finish."
"Oooh, someone is trying to be a buff guy." Commented Meowth.
James was quick to come to Butch's defense even if he didn't particularly call him a friend by typing: "Well, someone has to be."
"I think that's cool." Complimented Christopher.
Butch had a small grin on his face before he even concocted his own response to the group.
"Will I see you in the gym, James?" he asked.
Jessie thumbed on her phone. She replied before James himself had a chance.
"No chance."
"No chance." Echoed Meowth, using the opportunity to claw his own words into the device while James was using his fork to eat a mouthful.
James swallowed his mouthful of potato. As he used both hands to type this time, he didn't disagree with either of his two roommates.
"No chance!"
Christopher didn't let the opportunity slip by to make someone feel good about themselves.
"I still think you're cool too, James." Christopher typed to the person who did consider him a friend.
Cassidy suddenly typed into the chat for the first time. Jessie winced as if she could hear her voice rather than merely reading the words.
"ANYWAY!" she bellowed through her text before adding two more sentences. "Why do you need to know when everyone finishes, Jessie-Jess? Do you have a hot date that you need to warn everyone about, so they don't wonder why there's puke running down the halls?"
Butch wasn't fearful of telling his teammate what he thought.
"That's a low blow even for you." He thumbed into his phone.
Christopher, rather than asking Meowth in the kitchen beside him for clarification, asked the rest of the group chat: "Wait, why would that happen?"
James admired Jessie's quick response.
"The only gunk coming out of anyone's mouth will be from me next time I see you acting like you're not too old for that skirt." She quipped.
Cassidy looked down at the skirt that Jessie considered offensive while in the locker room getting changed after her own work out. Her dismay encouraged her to point out something.
"We are the exact same age and wear the exact same style of skirt…"
James' smirk grew. He wasn't surprised when the chat informed him that Jessie was typing again.
"And yet it does wonders for me and horrors for you." She retorted.
"I think it looks best on me." James may have been enjoying the back and forth, but he knew to stop it before it went on too long.
Christopher's lifelong streak of bigging people up ended. He couldn't help but say the truth as he saw it.
"James, you're cool. But it really doesn't!" he told him and the rest of the group.
Jessie's smile in her room softened her face just for Christopher – or Mondo as he was also known as.
"Thanks, Mondo. You're a pal."
Everybody else in the chat could practically feel Christopher's radiating throughout the whole of the organization of Team Rocket. Certainly, Meowth who was right next to him!
"Anytime!" he beamed as he typed.
James was next to ask a genuine question.
"Jessie, why did you want to know what time we all get off work?" he wondered.
Jessie sat up away from her bed head as someone at last gave her the attention she believed she deserved from the second she had asked this question James reminded everyone of.
"Finally!" she tapped into her phone with greater speed than usual. "At least someone replied to me."
Cassidy's face couldn't help but flush the same shade as her earrings. She punched into the group chat, scowling.
"Excuse me? I did?" she reminded Jessie.
"Oh." Came another prompt response from Jessie, pressing her spine back against her headboard. "It must've gone through my spam filter."
Butch was another person much like James who realized it was a smart thing to do to stop the ladies' brewing spat before it went on for too long.
"What are you planning, Jessie?" he asked her.
Jessie teased Butch out of habit before getting serious.
"Well, Buff…" she said. "Does anyone want to gather in my, James and Meowth's room tonight? The usual kind of get-together?"
Meowth forwent stirring his dish long enough to express his irritation with his claws.
"Jeez, Jess. Thanks for warning me and Jimmy that you're planning a social one."
Jessie did not just reserve her temper for Cassidy who lived in Room 330.
"No one has said they are even coming yet!" she pointed out, frustration coming through from her phone to everybody else's.
"I'll come if it's just us three!" said James.
Quick to shut down his shy behavior, Jessie thumbed her own response.
"Ha." she spelled out with no real laughter on her face, and she added: "No."
Butch wasn't sure if he could make it.
"I'll come as long as it's after 7:30/8." He typed, non-committal. "I will be doing that workout straight from my shift."
"I'll be there if you want me to be there, Jessie!" Christopher's thumbs practically ran away from himself as he typed, his attitude completely different from Butch's even as he added: "But you won't make me eat your food again, will you?"
James for a rare occasion forgot about drawing attention to himself. He openly laughed at his phone in the middle of the dining hall.
"Traumatized!" he spelled out in his message.
Jessie's eyebrow arched on her face. But she couldn't portray complete frustration alone in her room when it came to the younger member who had typed to her.
"No, Christopher. I won't." she took the time to reassure him. "Everyone can bring their own drinks AND snacks."
Christopher's eagerness washed over his whole body rather than just his hands.
"Okay!" he tapped into his device. "I'll be there whenever you want me!"
"Kiss ass." Cassidy felt the need to comment.
Jessie found it necessary to say her own words. She couldn't deny part of the appeal was the scoff she imagined erupting from Cassidy's throat.
"You're the best, Mondo." Jessie told Christopher before switching to check up on her room mates in her own way. "James? Meowth? Are you coming or are you annoyed I'm hosting?"
Meowth was quick to reply despite his usual struggles with dexterity.
"Yes." He scratched against his screen protector.
Wanting to point out the feline's wit in case it had gone amiss by the group, James thumbed his first reply before adding a second.
"Yes, to both, Meowth?" he asked. "Yeah, Jess, fine. I'll be there. But I'm hanging out with my guitar."
"That's fine." Jessie echoed James' choice of word. "But I'm not playing the late music fee if it goes on for too long."
Butch was now cooled down enough from his work out. He was planning to leave the male block of locker rooms to shower in his own dormitory, but he made to ask his own teammate a question.
"You going, Cassidy?" he inquired. "I can walk you from your room to theirs after my second shower if you'd like."
Meowth heard Christopher's gasp from across the communal kitchen before he practically heard it while reading the text too. Everyone did.
"Ooh!" Christopher exclaimed.
"He just wants to brag that he's been working out again and again!" Domino commented for the first time. She had been flopping on her bed and previously just reading all the interactions.
She sat up at once, swinging her legs when someone was quick to greet her.
"Domino, you're back in the chat!" Cassidy's own exclamation came. She imagined her sister was glad to be back in their shared room. "Did they lift your ban?"
Domino did not hesitate to correct the situation with the words: "I deleted the app to focus on a mission. You know that."
"Sure!" Christopher's own desire to tease made itself known.
Jessie was certain that Domino would want to go along with her plans. She used this feeling to hurry things along.
"Come on, guys. Final head count." She typed. "Is it just the usual lot coming? No Atilla or Hun or any of those guys?"
"Don't think so." Domino replied to the host of the upcoming gathering. "I'm in, by the way. Thanks, Jessie. I could use some fun."
James was itching to open the packaging of his pudding now he was done with his lunch, but he thumbed a tidbit of information first.
"Atilla AND Hun were the ones banned from the chat." He informed the group but mostly was speaking to Jessie. "Remember the party they threw?"
Jessie's thumbs hovered over her screen for a second or two as she considered. But her digits soon got to work typing.
"Not really."
James' smile was back again. Before he had even opened his pudding.
"Exactly. That's why they got banned." He wondered if he would make Jessie smile too with what he was planning to write next. "I don't think the toilets ever recovered from all of the alcohol spewed."
He didn't know if he elicited a smile from Jessie. But he could imagine a vastly opposite reaction from Domino when her reply came!
"Ewww!" Domino did not need to say much to say it all.
Christopher wanted to cheer Domino up in case she really was nauseous. He didn't like that feeling either.
"Shall I walk you to the party, Domino?" his own thumbs had hovered over his screen too. "Seeing as Butch might be walking your sister?"
Cassidy could not stop herself from interrupting this small moment of chivalry.
"He WILL be walking me." She corrected. "Thanks, Hutch."
"It's Butch." Butch's own opportunity to correct arose. But he didn't take it to heart. "But anytime, Crutch."
Domino wondered if she waited long enough then the conversation would move ahead then she wouldn't have to say anything. But in the end, she chose to do the right thing.
"Let's see, Chris."
She had thumbed as nicely as she could, but Meowth did not share her tact. Christopher didn't know if his response was worse or him openly cackling with his big mouth open next to him.
"Ooh Chrissy boy! That's classic woman code for never in a million years!" hooted Meowth.
"GUYS!" Jessie wasn't often the sensitive type. But she could be when it came to Chris. "Just answer yes or no to coming or not. 7 pm at me, James, and Meowth's place."
Butch kept his reply short and simple with his "Yes."
"Fine." Cassidy mirrored her teammates swiftness before adding three more letters. "Yes."
Christopher in the kitchen ignored Meowth's continual sniggered even though it was dying down thank goodness.
"Yes, Jessie!" he answered.
James with his cheeks full of honeycomb ice cream thumbed the two easy words of "Yes, Jess."
Even Christopher didn't know why he was doing a favor, but as Meowth finally stopped guffawing and got back to stirring his noodles, he thumbed a reply for him too.
"Meowth says yes too. He's tired of typing." He informed the group.
Cassidy had never understood why Giovanni had let him be part of a trio, let alone the group chat.
"Well, he is a Pokémon." She pointed out.
This time, Christopher felt a little better about tapping Meowth's reply into his phone. He had always liked Domino a lot more than her older sister.
"Meowth says he's more human than you."
James was quick to defend Meowth. But then again, similarly to Christopher, he was quick to defend anyone.
"He can't help having three fingers."
"Can't he?" Cassidy argued.
Meowth's frustration was clear as he decided to scratch his own reply into his own device.
"Well, I'm holding up one finger to you now." He told Cassidy and Cassidy alone.
It was Christopher's turn to chuckle even if he still remembered how grating Meowth's own delight had been.
"He is!" he exclaimed. "That's funny."
"Domino?" Jessie thumbed into the chat, hoping to move the conversation along. She knew firsthand how long a bickering session with Cassidy could go on for.
"Yes. See you later." Domino said. You could feel her smile through the phone.
James had a different sort of smile as he typed for what he hoped to be for the last time that day.
"Great. That's finally sorted. See you later then guys?" he then added another bubble of text. "I take it that's all, Jess?"
Yet another, new smile graced James' face when Jessie's words practically screeched through his screen.
"WAIT!" she tried to keep everyone's attention. "Are you going to invite anyone else with you?"
She already had James,' so he asked another question. "Like who?"
Butch re-introduced his humor to the group with his reply of: "I'll have to check my massively long friend list."
"Who are you inviting this time, Jess?" asked Meowth with Christopher's help as his other hand stirred his bubbling pot.
Jessie's thumbs danced above her screen before finally saying something while not saying much at all.
"Well…" she began.
For once, Christopher typed past Jessie's typing bubbles and said: "This isn't going to be good!"
"Have you guys met that new summer trainee yet?" even her dancing hands couldn't stop her from asking. "The one with the accent, the black hair, and all of the earrings."
It sounded like Jessie had had a long and hard look at this person! So, Cassidy questioned her.
"Earrings? They're as fake as yours, Jessie-Jess." She pointed out.
Jessie retorted with such speed and attitude that it made James nearly choke on his last mouthful of dessert.
"Fake as you?" she asked. But then she moved on. "Well, guys?"
Butch began to wonder if he would ever leave the locker room! But that didn't stop him from replying.
"Seen him. But not met him. He looks interesting."
Cassidy tried to calm her arched eyebrow that appeared for Butch as it had done with Jessie too.
"Seen him. I spoke to him but not much."
Butch and Cassidy started to get into their own, small conversation as he asked her: "He's not from Kanto, right?"
"No. But that's not why we didn't speak much. He's pretty surly." Cassidy got straight back to Butch.
"He does look a bit stern." James forwent his usual nature and commented himself, interrupting the pair.
This made Jessie sit further up on her bed.
"You've met him?" she questioned, interested.
James shook his head even though none of them could see that.
"No. He's sitting at the other table across from me now." He spoke. But he didn't look at the view he was referring to.
Butch had a question for James. "What's his name again?" This question was rhetorical. He believed that he knew. "Jorge? You say it like George, right?"
James alone at the table shook his head two more times.
"No. And no." he resisted looking across the dining hall. "Guess he's been dealing with everyone getting his name wrong. No wonder he's keeping to himself."
Meowth bought himself back into the conversation.
"I can relate!" he announced.
Jessie had her own announcement. Her goal was to burst the feline's bubble before anyone else could.
"Your name is a species, Meowth." She pointed out. "Not everything is about you."
Meowth's paws were as hot as his cheeks as they scurried across his keypad.
"Says you, bub!" he seethed, burning as hot as his cooking.
Fortunately, Domino had some information that would surely please Jessie – and give Meowth some sort of distraction.
"You guys mean Jorginho?" she thumbed into the chat, her next few texts showing that she had vital information. "He lives in Room 333. With Oscar. The cargo pilot."
Jessie was now sat on the end of her bed, her fingers typing and unlike Meowth, weren't distracted one bit.
"You've met him? Spoken to him?" Jessie felt the need to know.
The next response from Domino appeared promptly. The second took a little while longer as she contemplated pressing send to the rest of the audience.
"No." she began before growing ballsier. "Chance would be a fine thing!"
The member of the group chat that Domino knew would type next indeed began typing.
"Meaning?" Cassidy interrogated her sister.
Domino wrote and removed and rewrote her text bubble quite a few times. Then she finally pressed send.
"Jessie isn't the only one wanting to get to know him." She hoped her message came across the right way. She wanted to convey a shrug. Not desperation.
Regardless, her sister once again proved that she would always see her as a little chubby cheeked thing with ringlets.
"Don't even think about it." Cassidy warned. "He could be bad news."
It became clear that Domino wasn't the only one sitting on information. Christopher suddenly set some free.
"He's actually really nice!" he informed the group. "He held a door open for me! And said, 'See you around, little man!'
Jessie scooted back towards her bed head for something to do. She would surely shoot back again if the pace of the chat continued in the way that it was.
"So, you've spoken to him?" Jessie asked the group even if her message was for Chris and Chris alone. "And you decided to wait for ages and only tell us now?"
There was a moment where the chat indicted that nobody was typing. But then bubbles appeared next to Christopher's name in everybody's phone.
"Well, everyone else was typing!"
Meowth had soothed his fiery spirit enough to be the one eliciting a different kind of emotion from another person.
"Nice one, Chrissy boy." He made a point of saying it in the chat rather than across the kitchen to Christopher. "You've let down your girlfriend."
Christopher too felt it necessary to announce to everybody else rather than to sneer at Meowth from the countertop – or even leave the communal kitchen entirely.
"She's not my girlfriend." He intended to shut his phone off after that. But he couldn't stop his natural desire from bringing people together to win in the end. "I agree with Jessie though. He's new. We should invite him. And I agree with Domino too."
People often took things too far – Pokémon were no different. Meowth was this kind of someone. His claws glinted as they scratched a message into his phone.
"Oh, is the new guy your BOYFRIEND?" Meowth taunted Christopher.
James had a similar feeling and was close to shutting off his phone with a sigh. But before he changed his mind, he typed two words.
"Grow up." Then inspiration struck. "Oh wait, you'd still come up to my knee."
Laughter erupted from Jessie. She was still alone in her room so nobody could hear the way she chuckled at James defending the younger Team Rocket member.
"Ha!" she hooted into the chat.
Meowth still had fire in the pit of his belly.
"I'll dig my claws into your knee if you don't watch ya mouth, Jimmy." He warned.
Before James could worry about Meowth delivering this threat at the get-together later in the day, Cassidy had her own question that she needed an answer to.
"So, is Jorginho or whatever being invited?" she then didn't keep her intentions a secret. "I need to know so I can keep my sister away from him!"
A scoff erupted from Domino's throat so loudly as she came up with her own reply that Cassidy could've heard even if they were then not in their shared room.
"Like you'd need to do that." She frowned before feeling her cheeks warming at a certain memory. "I could hardly look at him from passing him in the hallway."
Christopher didn't really like to tease. He certainly didn't there and then – not even after Domino had rejected him, or so Meowth had said she had.
"Imagine you being in the same room as him then!" he said with no meanness in his heart.
James had information too.
"Well, I am right now and it's not terrible." He gave the quickest of quick glances in that direction. "He's just staring at his phone like crazy."
A pause. Then Jessie's voice could be imagined bellowing through everybody's screens.
"SOOO…" she captured everybody's attention with ease. "Same format as before. Yes or no. Invite Jorginho tonight?"
Domino did not refrain from typing her single worded response of: "Yes."
It was Cassidy's turn to severely scoff.
"God." Her vinegary tone bled through her text message. "Yes. Fine. I'll deal with it. I don't care."
Butch seized the opportunity to do some goading of his own before at last leaving the locker room to get that shower of his.
"You really do." His mouth twitched up in the corner as he typed. "But yes. Invite him. He probably would enjoy getting to know some people on our floor."
Meowth acted as if he could care less. But his food still had a few more minutes left to simmer.
"Yes. Invite him. Invite who you want."
Christopher thumbed a response that was filled with nothing but positivity.
"I'd like to see him again!" he announced.
Cassidy combatted the sunshiny response with a dark grey cloud that was her protective attitude.
"He seems a bit weird." She insulted. "He looks like he's about to sing that it's Friday and he's in love."
James didn't need to think twice about disagreeing with her.
"No, he doesn't."
Meowth didn't think Cassidy was purposefully being mean. And even if she was, he saw the funny side.
"He does a bit!" he clawed into the group chat.
Thankfully, he didn't hoot so loud in the kitchen this time. This made Christopher's nature not even wobble.
"I think he looks cool!"
Domino was second-guessing her response to Christopher walking her to the gathering as she smiled into her phone.
"You think everyone looks and is cool, Christopher!" But her smile was for the stranger. "But I agree."
Butch still had memories of what it was like to be a newbie in the organization.
"I bet he'll be fun once he settles in." his teammate's occasional sour disposition had still bled into him though. "And he doesn't look weird. Or at least he won't once he takes out the earrings."
James' thumbs were getting carried away before he could stop them.
"You guys kinda suck." He typed and he sent. He didn't retract his message.
Cassidy would've slammed her locker door shut with quite a clang if she hadn't already locked it up.
"Jessie-Jess aren't you going to sort James out like you normally do for that comment?" she felt that somebody needed to.
James waited. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be Jessie.
"Nah." She typed.
James grew more insistent for a rare occasion after the subtle support from his fiery friend.
"As if any of us are the definition of normal!" he pointed out.
Two could play at that game.
"Speak for yourself." Argued Cassidy.
But Butch proved that his teammate's attitude hadn't swayed his personality entirely. He knew when somebody was making a fair statement.
"James has a point." He then tried to lighten the mood. "Hey, if he DOES sing that song, James can play it on guitar! How cool would that be!"
Meowth didn't play along. He typed the words of: "Very lame."
Christopher disagreed.
"Cool!" he exclaimed.
Jessie could see right through what was going on.
"You're changing the subject, Butch." She felt no qualms about letting this be known to everyone.
Cassidy agreed with her once in a blue moon. The moon was then cerulean.
"He is."
"I am." Butch didn't hide it. "Because I do agree with James. You guys kinda suck sometimes. We don't know anything about him. All of us should know better before judging."
As the timer for Meowth's food bleeped, he decided to be irksome one more time.
"Goody two shoes." He baited. But then he had a change of heart. Or revealed his true heart. "But yeah. Agreed."
Domino's legs swung behind her as she laid on her front, typing.
"I agree, Butch." She had always thought he had the patience of a saint for putting up with her sister.
Jessie didn't need to type her own message bubble, but she still did.
"Me too." She spelled out two simple words before singing her own praises. "I think he will be a great addition tonight. That's why I had the brilliant idea of inviting him."
It was a habit of Cassidy bursting bubbles. Especially Jessie's.
"Inviting a weirdo." She killed the mood once last time.
Suddenly, Butch piped up. He didn't usually want all their attention. But this was important.
"Hey guys?" he began. "Have you ever noticed how Jorginho has been added to this group chat already?" a third message bubble appeared. "And it says seen next to his name under every message that we've been sending?
A pause. Not a lengthy one. But one where chilly air shot through the stomachs of everyone.
Then Meowth broke it. Or at least, he tried to. His first message accidentally came out as asterisks.
"Jeez. " he grumbled. "They blocked swearing again."
The word typing appeared next to a new name. Somebody was writing into the group chat for the first time.
He separated his messages into six different bubbles.
"Yep." Jorginho responded.
"Hi."
"Yes, I have been added to this group. Yes, my name is Jorginho. Spelled like that."
"I'm in Room 333. With Oscar. Not that I've seen him much yet."
"And yes, I have seen every message that you've sent. Especially the ones about me."
"So, thanks for that."
Jorginho stopped typing. Cassidy started. Her response wasn't filled with much sympathy.
"Oops." You could practically hear her shrug.
Her sister tried a different approach.
"Hi Jorginho." She hoped that it sounded right. Not desperate. She wanted to be friendly.
James didn't know what he wanted to be and to tell you the truth, he didn't even care.
He cared so little, in fact, that he spoke his mind before leaving his phone on the table and standing up out of his seat.
"You guys fully suck." He told them.
And with that, the connection between one of the group members and all the others was lost. The man who brushed a hand through his lavender locks grew tired of more than just the technology. And before a text wondering why he had stopped replying could be sent – or even one posing who was to formally invite the newcomer – James left his seat at the dining table and went to introduce himself to Jorginho. To apologize to him. And to tell him about their gathering.
Jorginho did not look up straight away and instead stared at the blank screen of his phone even with the hurt that it had caused him.
But James continually ran a hand through his hair and stood on the other side of the table, looking down at where Jorginho was sitting. He smiled. The newcomer did not smile back. But despite it all, he didn't quite have it in him to chase the stranger away. To remain alone.
Jorginho tossed his phone to the side. He had always known he had a good reason to hate technology.
He invited James to sit.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :) So yeah, this chapter gets things rolling really, it hints at the dynamics of this particular group, some of them very established and others very new. Like I mentioned before, the whole organisation of Team Rocket has really fascinated me, so I look forward to delving into more of the lore outside of the trio that we all know and love. But of course, they'll be featured heavily too! Thanks again for reading, and the second chapter is up today too so maybe you'll be interested in checking it out! Perhaps I'll see some new readers over on Pikachu Tales too. I'll be updating that next, on October 4th. But if not, see you again next month, on the 28th! :)
Amy signing out!