*sigh* *wipes drool* *heart-shaped eyes*
OMO OMO OMO~ Gahhhd. I can’t even. Ahhhhhh!
“We are not your kind of people….”
About 12 years ago I was obsessed with Pokemon. (Still am, but this tale takes place during the height of my obsession). I carried around a stuffed Pikachu everywhere pretending to live my life as a Pokemon trainer. My dad tried to get me to stop, but when I refused and told him to how much Pokemon meant to me he said, “By the time you graduate college you are not even gonna know who Pikachu is anymore”
Your move dad. Today I became a Pokemon Master.
You beat him. You know that right?