golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
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Everybody's Here [ c ]
POSTED ON Jun 25, 2019 18:13:28 GMT
“Shut up.”
He said through gritted teeth, a side eye glancing to the girl and her pokemon.
“The faster you’re out of my hair the better, and I’ll be damned if I let your take your sweet time packing up your shit while I sit on the sidelines and wait.”
His hands busied themselves as his mouth moved, each second passed adding another word, another sentence, to his already lengthy rant.
“I wanted to have just one day where I didn’t have to put on that stupid smile. Just one day, is that too much to ask? Apparently it is. Apparently something as simple as spending time alone is too much to ask for. Apparently asking your pokemon to do something for you that would bring you even the slightest bit of happiness is a pipe dream and I’m the asshole for wanting to be myself for ONCE, ONCE IN GODS KNOWS HOW MANY MONTHS IT’S BEEN.”
He’d grunt, neatly placing the foods and assorted snacks into place, snatching a sandwich for himself in the process, then proceeding to take a bite out of it.
“Thish ish good.” He’d say as he offered it to his Teddiursa, the cub hesitant to take it before giving in to it’s primal urge to feed. Meanwhile the Gothorita would on-look, squinting at the Teddiursa and its weak will.
“Now I’m stuck packing up some randoms stuff, the random, of course, standing behind her riolu, too afraid to do anything for herself.”
He’d come to a stand, her belongings properly squared away within the blanket, the councilman setting the bundle down in front of her before turning to look at the Gothorita.
“You could have done that. You could have done exactly what I just did, but easier. But instead you just sat there and stared at me like I’m in the wrong.”
He was, but his mind was too clouded with emotion to see things clearly, he would come to regret this interaction later, in what little capacity of thought it would present itself.
The Gothorita continued to look at the man before shaking her head, pushing past him and walking to the girl and her pokemon, bowing apologetically.
‘ I’m sorry he’s acting like such a child, he isn’t himself right now. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like, I’ll even help you unpack. ‘
She spoke telepathically, her voice soothing and soft compared to her trainers angry and rough tone.
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