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he/him
twenty five
february 24
mauville
samsexual
addict
grunt
let us live, since we must die
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knox prescott
CHARISMA [M]
POSTED ON Jul 17, 2021 20:30:56 GMT
she settles down as quickly as she'd fired herself up. the pikachu twists and grooms her neck to flatten her fur. her tail still twitches. knox beams, wide-eyed, (pupils dilated, still climbing/coming down(?)). he's about to compliment her salamence, say something in greeting, but she beats him to the punch.
they're not strangers mingling for the first time. they are co-workers and they are tasked with diplomacy first, assault second. an hour will pass and the smiles they share now may be bloodied and bedraggled. how strange. how odd, to think that. he blinks and realizes he has not spoken back.
"yeah, yeah," he says. confidence comes tumbling back in.
there's a meetup spot within some of the crags ringing sootopolis. a couple of bars sit nestled in the small district. rocket's never been able to really get their foot in the door, what with the natural barrier that protects it. so smugglers have treated it mostly as a checkpoint in the past--boats on the outer docks exchange goods amidst containers of grain. it was small, efficient, and now that trade has been disrupted.
they're meant to flex some muscle, to intimidate. knox stretches as they walk. "so i'm thinking classic good cop, bad cop, yeah? briefing says to take whatever measures are needed, but we have to keep it quiet. so we schmooze at the bar, do a few tricks, and get home before dinner."
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