Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
wayfinders [m][sos]
POSTED ON Apr 26, 2021 21:22:40 GMT
“Thankfully, I thought of picking up some cups to use,” Lars remarked as he was passed the red wine bottle, before shuffling through another one of the paper bags and pulling out a package that had paper cups stacked neatly within the plastic. “Indirect kissing, man,” he added with a bit of a smirk as he opened the plastic wrap and pulled a paper cup out for himself before pouring himself some wine. Sure, it was a completely unorthodox way of drinking, but it was all they had at the moment! At the mention of spices, he wrinkled his nose in concern. “Sky—again, I’m shit at cooking, but—spices normally don’t pickle eggs green. They turn into those weird Johtonian things—century eggs I think they’re called—when left alone for an extended period of time. And those century egg things are definitely not green,” he quipped as he passed around one of the other paper bags that had pastries. To Razz, he raised his eyebrows. “You—you really need to relax some more, you know,” he said in the younger man’s direction. “Too serious. Telling you now, being too serious is going to bite you in the ass. I know this because I speak from experience, Razz,” he added a few moments later before taking another bite of the butter croissant he had with him. There was no way he was going to touch those green eggs… the look alone was like… yikes. He then saw one of Skyler’s Pokémon go for the— holy fucking shit!“Sky, is your—is your companion out of its mind?!” he exclaimed as he gestured to the Reuniclus who had taken a bite out of the green… monstrosity. Yikes!Eventually the croissant disappeared, and he pulled out a turnover to replace it, before sharing another paper bag of pastries in Razz’s direction. He was then reminded of something else… “Oh, right… I’ve got something to give to the both of you.”With the turnover in his mouth, he then began searching through his jacket pockets, eventually hearing the clinking of something and pulling it out. ( ‘it’ for reference, only instead of the Mark of Mastery, keep reading below) “Okay, so—“ he said once he’d managed to fish them all out. Clearly the craftsmanship wasn’t perfect, one could tell where he’d panicked. It was most obvious on one side of the blue and red things he was holding. “There’s this old tale surrounding Sootopolis, about how someone makes good-luck charms shaped like stars and gives them to those they considers friends—true friends—or companions who’ve been through the worst shit and lived to tell the tale—that they would always be together through good times, and shitty times no matter what.”Okay that was fucking cheesy. But he had to explain it. Fishing out the blue one from the tangle he’d made, the centerpiece of this one was the best interpretation he could make of a Lapras’s head, before handing it to Skyler. The other one, unfortunately a shade of fiery-red and orange, had a Meowstic’s face, or at least his best take on it, and held it out for Razz to take. “Sorry, there was nothing else—I figured I’d go red because it does match your intensity,” he apologized. And the last one, the green one with his own hot take on a Metagross’s face remained with him.
look originally the plan was to be further inland but seeing as someone might get lost we meeting on the beach instead
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