golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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a chuckle escaped, his features turning jovial as she tripped over her words.
“relax kay, i was only joking, no need to stress over something so trivial.”
of course, he did prefer kim over councilman, so the prodding in his part did its work for the better.
“i understand what you mean: times changing for the worse and people thinking murder as a problem solver, blah, blah, blah. but riddle me this. what would an alliance do exactly?”
he’d begin emptying sugar into his cup with one hand while the other sturred.
“i’ve seen what you’ve done with mauville, its defenses are astounding, the people seem happy, and you’ve proven yourself to be a good leader in their eyes, but how can i trust you to stick by my side?”
a rhythmic pattern formed as the grains dropped into the tea, the spoon stirring gently as it hit the sides of the cup. his eyes kept on hers, its contact uncut as he pushed further.
“by all means, i consider you a friend, kay, but that does not mean i trust you any further than i know you. so tell me, why should i consider you as anything more than a friend? why should i consider you a confidant?”
he would halt the sugar, setting it down into the platter as he continued stirring, he refused to look away from her for even a moment.
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