Ji-Hoon Ki
they/he
twenty seven
june fifteenth
solaceon, sinnoh
queer
intel
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words drip like honey dear how sweet it is to hear
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Chu-e Choi
"You know it's not." He grins and it's pleased, the manilla folder snapping closed and quickly forgotten on the table. It was something for Future Chu-e to worry about. He does watch the proceedings, noting how comfortable that Cillian Quinn was now with simply letting the Shadow pokemon free. It did seem to be alright for the moment, though; ever since that meeting on the island a lot had changed.
"No, just Mystery Dungeon and Dragon dice." He answers, eyes not leaving the Sandslash. These corrupted pokemon were always so fascinating. "I'm excited to see what you can do Mister Avatar." He's teasing, but his voice has pride in it. He's pleased as punch at what Gavin's done. Even if they hadn't known each other more than a couple months at this point, Chu-e found he liked the other. He liked his drive and willingness to do what needed to be done. He liked that he was intelligent. "I do have one or two new goodies of my own. Plus, I've put a lot of work into tracking down things for this fun little project." A handful of pokeballs were taken out and placed on the table. For later use.
He sits up, prim and proper, and opens his mouth to say- "And I would like to lick the rock again." Only he pauses at that, face twisting lightly, as if that hadn't been exactly what he had wanted to say. A mental tally and check-box starts, ticking back and... he finds he does want to lick the rock again. It's not just some slip of the tongue (ha), but some weird and nagging desire in the very back of his mind. He isn't even sure why. It hadn't been pleasant before. It made him sick. It reminded him of.... he pales lightly. "I want to lick the rock again." He repeats, this time sounding a little more horrified. The craving reminded him vaguely of when he had been on drugs as a teenager, just not as intense. The fuck.
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