Post by knox prescott on Dec 30, 2019 4:36:46 GMT
|[attr="class","knoxpost"]he hasn't seen her since she left him in a pile of his own vomit with a few of his pokemon pocketed in her bag. and he doesn't really remember what she said to him, only remembers the weight on his shoulders as she pushed him to his side so he wouldn't choke on his own puke. |
he's back on his bullshit, ever since the fallout with hadley. and he can only imagine how much summer won't give a flying fuck. he's done holding his breath for that.
he has his hands in his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched. not much meat on his bones to keep out the cold. he's a sour look on his face, but at least his glaceon is enjoying the cold weather.
"busy night, even though it's cold," he remarks when she nears. he doesn't even really see her out of the corner of his eye. he just knows she's there, taunting and smug and probably thinking of a thousand different ways to fuck him over before they can get past pleasantries.
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