the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
think of the children [m]
POSTED ON Apr 6, 2021 15:56:49 GMT
Gavin hadn't been lying to Serena Malcolm when he'd informed her of his strict training regimen; whenever he could afford the time away from his duties, the underboss could often be found working up a sweat in the training room.
Today, he spars with Lucario. Unlike his lifelong partner whom he'd lost in the battle against Necrozma, this Lucario is holding back. Gavin can feel the way it pulls its punches, a certain nervous energy as its spiked paw connects.
Gavin huffs, irritable. "Like you mean it. Again."
They've been at it for several minutes when a shrill cry interrupts the intensity of their boxing match, briefly preceded by the crack-crunch of eggshell that Gavin hadn't heard. Breathing heavy from exertion, bleeding from a gash along his forearm where he'd failed to block a particularly nasty blow, Rocket's underboss turns to find himself face-to-face with an empty training hall and a newly-hatched Togepi. The unfortunate infant will find no positive emotions exuded from Gavin, who only scowls.
Perhaps its owner had stepped out to use the bathroom. Perhaps they'd forgotten about the egg altogether. Whatever the case, Gavin found himself in an awkward predicament. The next person to enter the room, one glitch maverick, would be greeted with his grumpy expression. Blood drips from his arm to the floor.
"Please tell me this is yours." He gestures to Togepi, sighs.
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