. . . Mhm, mhm, I see . . .
The theft can be excused then, I suppose. Silph Co had it listed as "stolen".
But, you're saying that you were either never informed of these or had never appeared before a judge?
The Master Ball was a gift from the president of https://t.co/ML0mGMjH0v who let me remind you,I saved from team rocket
And Jaywalking
...literally everyone does that
. . .
Also i did every single one of these crimes(minus tax evasion) when i was 10—
You walk in the middle of the road anytime you visit a major city. Like Saffron City or Cerulean City.
Furthermore, the Master Ball. You took and used it when it was much less of a commodity, which made it far more valuable than it is now.
Tax evasion, theft of an item valued at $100,000; which makes it grand larceny, assault of numerous individuals; namely Team Rocket Grunts, which also counts as interference with a police investigation...
And jaywalking.
❝ It's impossible to hide anything from me, Blaine. There's many reasons you can't, you know.
If you ask nicely, I'll tell you. ❞
Anabel's being a little bit cheeky, but entirely serious about this.
If his face could get any more red by this point, it would-!
"Well-. I won't deny that per say. You 𝒂𝒓𝒆 easy on the eyes! But I not once thought you were checking me out! Honest!"
Cue him rubbing the back of his head again, his eyes diverting themselves from her direction.
❝ It's written all over you. I can tell.
You find me attractive. And that's fine. I won't tell you what to feel. ❞
Anabel shot a look over at Blaine. Not really a death glare or anything mean, just a simple "so what" sort of expression
"Nope! Spot on!"
He chuckled a bit, a soft shade of pink forming on his cheeks as she glanced over him.
Granted, he knew she wasn't checking him out like 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. . .but still-!
❝ ...Cinnabar Island, Volcano Badge... You're his grandson. Am I mistaken? ❞
The lilac haired young lady looked over at Blaine, eyeing him up and down.
❝ The resemblance is unmistakable. ❞
"Hm? Oh-! Blaine! Sorry about that-."
He chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish manner as he watched her situate herself. Definitely peak elegance and sofistication, that's for sure!
❝ ...Your name is...? ❞
The suited woman adjusted her sleeves, then promptly fixed her tie. She practically exudes elegance and refinement from every little movement
"Yo! Right back at ya!"
Cue a bright grin and a small wave from the redhead. . .as his uncanny habit of forgetting to introduce himself rears its head once again-.
If you're the type to (censored) a Pokémon, please give me your name and put your hands behind your head.
You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.