Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
whiteout [lars's exhibit]
POSTED ON Apr 16, 2022 12:59:43 GMT
‘I’ve been meaning to talk to you.’‘About what?’‘The… the people you consort with.’‘Wow, what the hell, consort? That’s a little… old. Coming from you.’Lars was, as always, down in the deepest level of Shoal Cave wearing literally nothing but a pair of shorts (having shed most of his clothing because holy shit the Hoennian weather was starting to become really uncomfortably hot) and just basically savoring the cold weather. ‘Okay, so, what did you want to tell me about them?’‘Would it be bad to at least have one minimum interaction with them, without having to resort to drinking?!’‘Well, that’s rich, you’re getting upset just because of that? Really? Like, really?!’‘Are you trying to kill yourself?! That’s a lot of alcohol you drink!’‘And so what if it is? Don’t make me bust out the snow cones again!’‘What, it’s almost that time of the year again?’‘Why do you think I’m hanging around here, in just shorts, all the way where you always hide?’‘…fair point.’Lars was considering reaching for the vape, but realized that the damned thing wouldn’t be functioning so well down here, and so instead grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the overcoat, and took out a shitty plastic lighter as well. ‘And you’re smoking. Again.’‘What, I always smoke!’‘But not with that!’‘Do you want me to break the damned thing?!’‘…again, fair.’exhibit: arctic circle; 9 / ?
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