I've Got to Make it Show Part 2

Wallace the Gallade/Roserade had come to Distant Utopia with Elle today to accompany her.  He hadn’t been too excited by the prospect, but still, he was curious.  Besides going to the Gala, he hadn’t really been off the ranch before.

“This’ll be fun, huh, Wallace?” Elle called to the back of the van, where the Roserade cross was uncomfortably seated between a few boxes.  Why Elle didn’t ever really use pokeballs was beyond him.

He gave a hesitant nod, although he was seriously doubting that he would find ‘fun’ on this venture.  Elle was probably using him as a cute prop, most likely.  Sure, the other pokemon said she was kind and really loved all her pokemon, but why had she brought him, exactly?

“You’re such a cutie, Wallace.  You’re such a pretty pokemon,” She would always gush, patting him on the shoulder with a big grin.

Wallace just smiled back wistfully with a nod.  Even if she treated him well, he was just a pretty pokemon to her.  Not that he really minded.  He wasn’t a battler, really, and he didn’t have a sparkling personality.  So he supposed that his looks was all that he had to offer.

Bringing him to this ranch, Distant Utopia, was all just for show.

As the van parked, he looked out to find a rather pretty, large field, still fairly green despite the dropping temperature of late autumn.

“You go explore a little, mkay, Wally?  I’m gonna go have a chat with the ranch leader!”

“Roserrrrr…” Wallace groaned as he got out of the car, disliking the nickname greatly.

It wasn’t long after he had exited the vehicle before he heard a, “Hi,” from behind him.  The Gallade cross whirled around, a bit startled, before straightening and regaining his cool.

A beaked Leavanny, it appeared to be…a fusion and a local to the ranch, he presumed.

“Why hello there.  I’m Wallace,” He greeted with a smile, wanting to make a good first impression with the first pokemon he met here.

“I’m Big Time.  Uhhh, what made you want to come here?”

Wallace paused for a moment.  This guy seemed…sincere and blunt.  He didn’t really want to crush his spirits with a flat answer.

“Because I have a pretty face, I guess,” He said with a laugh, feeling pained inside, for some reason or another.  He was proud of his looks, but why did he feel weird about them right now.

“Would you…possibly be interested in hanging out?” The Leavanny continued, looking a little confused with his own question.

Wallace glanced at the newcomer, lips pursed, eyeing him warily, trying to get a read on this guy.  He wasn’t pranking him, right?  He sincerely wanted to hang out for no reason in particular?

“Hang out, you say?  Well…” He paused for a moment, mulling it over.  “Guess I have nothing better to do right now.  Sure.  What do you do for fun around here?”