Vulcan: <Actually we're not really type coordinated, we're with him because we're helpful with the forge.>

-Meanwhile Ismo hides behind Vulcan peeking his head every once in awhile-

-Ismo pulls back even further-

Vulcan <Don't worry, Ismo here is little shy, life wasn't particularly kind to him prior to Mitch.>

Vulcan<When we first found him, he was quite wounded, and we weren't sure if he was going to make it. Eventually he got better, but I think he was wounded more mentally than physically. He tends to not trust, and is very wary around other's he doesn't know well.>

'''Vulcan''': <And Heph over here is way too quiet, he rarely talks.>

'''Heph''': <...>

'''Mitch''': <So why'd you become a flying type trainer?>

-Mitch looks up into the sky-

Mitch: Hey, there's no such thing as corny with me, I'm not here to judge.

Vulcan: <Most of those type I've met seem really.... flighty

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Mitch: Indeed, most times when you judge a book based on it's cover, you'll miss out on some great literature. Take my job for example, I deal with rocks every single day. I have to get rid of the impurities and slag to get to the gold nugget underneath. It's the same with people, sometimes you've got to see past the rough exterior, and look for the gold within.

Vulcan: <No, I just enjoy a good pun now and again>

Mitch: "You get to think alot when you do what I do."

Vulcan: <Is there such a thing as a good pun?>

Mitch: You know, if you want, I could make some talon sheathes, help protect those claws.

Mitch:For your mons, I guess I should've clarified

Mitch: Well why not? I'm not gonna sell em for free of course, but it is that time of year for giving.