Who: Ippongi and Yasushi. What: Training times. Where: Old Rose Gym. When: Few days post raid, afternoon. Note: Frustrated derp psychic is frustrated.
"Dammit!" Takeshi yelled, throwing the cards across the gym. He was due for another 'test' this week, where he had to guess the cards (or psychically predict them, either way) and he failed every time. He would luck out sometimes and guess patterns, but it was hard and took a lot of concentration and it was obnoxious. What was he doing here? He hated it, hated studying, hating the fact that everyone was convinced (mostly his parents, but) he'd be this strong psychic and there was pressure and..
"Raaa.." His Girafarig nudged him lightly with her nose, trying to be comforting. Takeshi sighed and gave her a hug in return, arms loose around her neck.
"I know, you must think I'm stupid, too." He stated, though the Pokemon just stared at him; a look that Takeshi figured was pity. "I can't communicate with you, either." He snorted. "Some psychic trainer I turned out to be, huh.."