jay
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january 12th
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POSTED ON Feb 19, 2019 1:03:12 GMT
jay listens.
despite never expressing his sheer fascination at the present conversation, he listens, quietly. the drink is a pretext to prevent him from speaking. bitter alcohol burns at his throat, though, he relishes in the taste.
its been awhile — he thinks, nearly downing it all.
the girl catches his eyes however. the wandering gold that watches the city before them. jay doesn't respond for a few, measly seconds. there is simplicity to the eventually answer, surprisingly it leaves him thinking.
"no choice," he says, quickly following suit, "just doing this now is dangerous. especially for you." understanding the logic behind someone associated with the league, willing to be—friend a criminal was something he had yet to comprehend.
then again, it wasn't like the league was all good.
"life is always busy," lastly, he looks towards cait, his gaze unnerving and cool, "for both of us...i can imagine." the girl hadn't always been a gym leader. from the way she'd spoken earlier, he assumed this duty was completely new. not that it deterred her of her worth. everyone started somewhere.
others — in a much darker place.
he doesn't press onward. exposing his duties would probably leave the girl feeling sick. as much as jay willed at the back of his mind to leave, there was something nostalgic about the girl. something he simply couldn't afford in hurting. then again, he was always one to break such inward oaths.
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