FroakiesFrubbles
Previously pokeyman
"Who are these pencils designed for, anyways?" James murmured. "No-one I know can use these things...." James was kind of surprised that he didn't find the need to go hide in a corner. He was so shy, that even small talk made him nervous. James always seemed to be confident on the first day of school, maybe that was why. Being a Frogadier had it's perks, even though he hated his body sometimes. For one, he could always take some of his Frubbles and fidget with it. If James wasn't sick, it somehow acted more like clay, or putty, than bubbles. He fidgeted with a bit of frubbles while he waited for class.