Skids, Uncle
he/him
53
June 7
Fallabar Town
straight
unemployed at the moment
cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Skids Lawrence
Soaking in the new year (BB)
POSTED ON Feb 1, 2021 6:32:58 GMT
Skids was silent, listening to the younger man. He didn't say anything until he was certain the youthful soul was done talking. Their words felt heavy on his tired shoulders, despite having been soaking he felt drained rather quickly thanks to his own negativity. It was now swirling around in his head, feelings of old taunting him for the mistakes he made. "I learned there's two types of mons I can't protect and raise properly...." Skids answered, despite his efforts, his eyes were already betraying the large amount of guilt and pain he felt by watering. "You're young, you hold insight into how things are...Hoenn's barely the same as I left it...I didn't expect it to stay the same....but what has changed is somethng I didn't ever see coming, even for the parts I thought I would see coming." Cities and towns expanding yet throwing parts of themself away. Farmland grows while the wild side of the region fades, hidey holes and fun places he ran amuck in were either gone or part of some private property. "My mistake is the kind you don't want to make once, let alone twice in any circumstance. Hopefully...you never have to feel it...or make it..." Skids added, as he sat on the ledge. Only his feet dangled in the water but Skids soon pulled them out as well. Damn heat was only messing with his head more...and now it felt like something was squeezing the life out of his heart.. Josh Dragomir"
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