Dorky keldeo short story thingie

malevolentespurr:

It was another normal 12:00 am for theo. The moon was high, and he was in full battle gear, swinging his sword clumsily at the dummy. The dummy had small scratches on it, but nothing permanent. The three dummies next to it were very battered, as they belonged to Theo’s parents, the swords of…

What a cutie omg ;u;