angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
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angelo vestri
imitation game [ m ]
POSTED ON Oct 30, 2020 18:56:08 GMT
“Sure, it’s over here.” Angelo retrieves his bicycle as the ranger releases his pokemon, opting to push it and the dummy cargo as opposed to riding it down the path, falling into step with Holland. It seemed that, despite his less than conforming appearance, the man was all-business. He didn’t mind the lack of small talk though, it was nice in its own strange way to just get on with things, to not have to wrap his feelings up in cotton wool or plaster on smiles; sometimes it was okay, he guessed, to simply flow and be. To march on with their task.
Still, when he asked for the place where he had been attacked, Angelo hoped that he knew it wasn’t just him who had almost been mugged. That would be damn embarrassing.
“True,” he mused with a soft chuckle as the ranger commented that, despite being psychic types, they weren’t all too difficult to figure out. “Just take a detour through the trees and they’re left scratching their heads.” He pats the handlebar of his bike, as if to punctuate that he had given them the slip the last time that they had crossed paths without too much trouble. “Anyway, this is where they jumped out the last time. Others have said they’ve been spotted close by, too.” He stops at a corner in the path, where on one side looms a hill and another is a small dip into a copse of trees. “When it was me, they came up through the woods.” He turns to look at the ranger again, leaning forward against the handles of his bike, relaxed despite the professional air radiating off the guy.
“So, what do you think? Want me to ride off and come back up the path with the cargo?”
@holland
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