Oyabun
she/her, he/him (business)
22
August 1
Johto
queer
security consultant
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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yoshiro shioda
never tell me the odds [maze]
POSTED ON Mar 30, 2022 0:54:31 GMT
It seemed a strange way to pass the afternoon, but Anzu was insistent, as she was wont to be. The little Cutiefly drifted and bumbled through the air, occasionally doing a circuit of Yoshiro's head, or alighting upon the yakuza's person to perch for a time. But there was a certain excitement, a certain desire to leave the walk and head toward the impressive maze in the distance, and she was not adverse to indulging her Pokémon when able. What struck her first was the drop in temperature, the way that the hedges rose high enough to bathe portions of the maze in shadow. The scent of greenery on the air, of good, dark earth, of something softly floral as the Cutiefly flitted from bloom to bloom, collecting sips of nectar as she went. "Don't wander far, Anzu," Yoshiro mused in contemplation, in no hurry as they came to the first fork in the path. Surprisingly, she wasn't not enjoying herself. It reminded her of an escape room the team had done in Johto once, though without Botan having a panic attack due to claustrophobia and throwing up in the lockbox. If it weren't for the fact that it was Elisabeth Fiorelli 's grounds, or that Anzu herself was a touch sensitive to it, she might have lit a cigarette. But no. Not here. "Well?" Yoshiro inquired as the Cutiefly drifted back, making an impromptu stop on the tip of her nose and nearly missing the landing. Scrunching her nose faintly at the feel of numerous, tiny taps to it as the Cutiefly looked first he one way and then the other, then rubbed its wings together excitedly, Yoshiro teased with a genuine affection, "You decide. If you choose right, perhaps we can stop at Fiorelli's on our way back and pick out a flower for you, whichever sort you like."
At the mention of a flower, the Cutiefly seems all but beside itself with excitement, inching further up her nose to implore her with wide, dark eyes. It seems to fret impossibly over the outcome in so much as the little insect can, before finally taking wing, leading the intrepid duo off on the path to the right. jfRnSgZg + Path to the Right
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