On My Way (Dahlia)

[lokian]

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[Dahlia Anders]

i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet

you thought an angel swept you off your feet

One thing Dahlia would have to get used to was... the lower class. It wasn't the people she had to get used to. It was just they way of life. She wasn't used to being in such a dingy environment. Dahlia was used to having a nicely kept house in a nice part of town.

Such was the sacrifice she made for Team Rocket. And she wouldn't change it for the world!

Dahlia cackled as she walked over a rickety bridge. Maybe she was crazy. Her laugh would certainly make people think that. But she was just having fun. Laughing and thinking to herself... so maybe she was a bit off her rocker. Dahlia shrugged and walked on with her hands on her hips. "Maybe I'll grab something to eat." Though nothing really sounded good in this part of town. The diners were all a bit sketchy, and the food was even worse. But it was still better than what Team Rocket's cafeteria had to offer.

As she walked, her nose picked up the smell of something rather odd. Something she had never smelled before. She turned her head to glance around, and noticed there was a boy on some steps a bit away. He had food on his lap, and his little Pokemon pecked at it. That must be it. Maybe. It looked kind of gross from where she was at. Dahlia just had to get a closer look.

She strutted over to the pair and leaned over them, well aware that he'd get a good view of her almost exposed breasts. "What's that you got there?" she asked, to divert attention to question, if he had been staring at all. "It looks greasy... and gross."