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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kim cole-essam
LIE TO ME (SOCIAL)
POSTED ON Apr 13, 2022 19:53:55 GMT
Papers and files floated through the air, psychic forcing them to effortlessly pass over the eyes of Kim, his Gothorita, as well as his Kirlia, each taking in the information they presented as notes were compared through physical and electronic means.
Though the sound of fluttering, shifting, and sorting papers could easily be heard through the door, the pokemon as well as Kim himself were silent, mental messages passed between the three of them as they continued to stockpile information.
Time was lost here, while in this office, Kim had no time for relaxation- if he wanted that he would still be in Slateport- but here, no one would bother him, no one would interrupt him, he could work unimpeded, this was a place of zen, where his priorities lie with the information that can be garnered and where decisions could be made. This is the room where it happens.
But soon enough, the state of zen was interrupted, the Gothorita pausing her papers, filing them away as she sent a message to Kim.
“She’s here.”
With a sigh, papers quickly shift to their previously designated locations, the faces of laptops closing as they were set atop each other to the side of his desk.
Scooting forward, the Kirlia would retrieve a cup of hot water, setting a tea bag in it and placing it before Kim before TELEPORTing home. The Gothorita on the other hand, stood to the side of the desk, adjusting crooked pieces of furniture to their correct positions before Kim called out towards the door- a knock from Penelope unneeded to know that she was there.
“Come in.”
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