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March 20
Floaroma Town, Sinnoh
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Kang Hye-Rin
A different kind of flower.
POSTED ON Aug 30, 2021 20:31:15 GMT
i am feeling so small
i'm still learning to love
"Oh dear..." Hye-Rin sighed to herself, the realization of being horribly lost a slap in the face. It had been a couple of months since she'd moved into a tiny studio apartment in Slateport, but the streets she'd promised to memorize still turned her around like a maze. Her sense of direction was never that great, but it was as if the city streets changed whenever she walked down them! Usually it was easy enough for her to ask someone for directions during the day, but walking around at night had her feeling quite paranoid of everyone that walked past her. Being out this late was never in the cards, and the walk back towards the city took a bit longer than she had expected and then... there was this smell.
Now, Hye-Rin loved food- whether that meant cooking or eating, it didn't matter. The two, the bubbly girl and her Mimikyu that rested on her shoulder, hadn't eaten dinner yet that day, which made accidentally walking within blocks of the Night Market dangerous. Immediately, Hye's body moved on it's own towards the savory scents of street food made with skill and love. Octillery Takoyaki, Stir-fried Noodles, and even Okonomiyaki with a Pikachu face fried on the top- the hungry girl couldn't help but be drawn in towards the aromas.
And now, as she looked around at the street food she knew she couldn't afford with the studio apartment that she could barely pay rent on, Hye was brought back to reality. With her stomach growling, she'd turn her head towards Lily,"It all looks so good, doesn't it...?" She'd sigh, looking around at her new surroundings that made her feel both lost and overwhelmed. Now that she'd walked her way over, Hye had no idea what part of town she was even in. The typically cheerful girl- full of sunlight and warmth- would frown and wilt, standing off towards the side of the street.
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