the machampion
he/him
25
July 17
Kanto
pansexual
gym leader
gym leader
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @noah
noah faber
course [m]
POSTED ON Jan 8, 2020 8:35:19 GMT
before noah takes kyle's hand, he stops at the quiet utterance. his eyes shine brightly, and his cheeks tingle pink. within the soft, cotton sound of kyle's confession, noah plucks a gem of pride. by the game stall, inteleon pistols line the wooden counter. ahead, rows prizes tied to bamboo shoots shine underneath golden lights. brilliant red strips of paper, adorned with yellow rattata designs stream from the ceiling. their attendant describes the rules of the game to other newcomers while they converse.
he huffs, "and i'm the machampion. just so you know." noah sets frey down, his paws tapping against the raised concrete floor. he pets the houndour's furry side with his leg.
as kyle takes a photo, noah takes a gun. its barrel is painted as an inteleon's lithe finger. on the counter, he leaves the cork that it would fire.
"hey," noah whispers, "so, i have a secret talent. i'll show you, if you want. it's pretty amazing, not gonna lie."
he waves the gun around like a stirring wand. noah sticks his tongue out, brows knitting together as he concentrates. his eyes scan across kyle's jacket, surveying... surveying... then he lunges forth with confidence, gun first. he presses the barrel of the gun against kyle's nipple in a guess for its location.
"gotcha." he grins smugly. "without actually looking."
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