Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
acedia [wild, solo]
POSTED ON Feb 1, 2019 11:46:21 GMT
[attr="class","lars"] pokemon tag @tag words 242 notes nope | It didn’t take too long for him to pick up a differently-colored cloud of smoke up ahead—he hadn’t gone too far into the Fiery Path yet, so there was still some semblance of a light source coming from somewhere.
He’d almost stepped on a Gulpin, of all things.
“How the hell did you end up in here,” he began, looking down at the green Pokémon, whose ‘kissable lips’ were looking like they were asking for it—not for a kiss, but a punch to the face. “Oh, hell no,” he continued as the Gulpin then made to approach him, letting out a horrendous-smelling Belch in the process.
“Yikes,” he added a few moments later, raising his arm to cover his nose as he quickly skirted by the Poison-type, intent on giving it as wide a berth as he could possibly manage. He wasn’t here for the ‘kissable’ Pokémon, he was looking for something else…
Would he be able to find it, though?
He then realized that the deeper he went into the Fiery Path, the hotter and more uncomfortable it became. He was forced to strip out of his jacket and tie it around his waist, before mopping up the bangs that were beginning to fall into his line of vision.
Ugh, and that’s even my own hair gel ruined… he thought crossly, squinting into the gathering darkness. Would he be able to find that ‘thing’ that would tickle his fancy?
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