Memo
He/him
28
August 26
Spikemuth, Galar Region
Homosexual
Ranger Captain
Elite Ranger
it gets lonely in this gangster's paradise
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POSTED ON Aug 21, 2022 22:46:22 GMT
Honestly it would all have been worth it to see Alex’s face light up like it just did. Holy shit, Guillermo realized as he basked in its glow, I would burn down the world to keep this man happy.
It was a sobering thought, and he had to rapidly blink himself out of his stupor.
“Yeah,” he allowed, more of a breath than anything else, because Alex was right, he could celebrate this. He could be happy about this. All his hard work was coming to fruition, and end of the world aside, it was something to be proud of.
Another sobering thought. How long has it been since he’d had something real to be proud of?
This one broke with laughter. “One blooming onion, not sixty-four.” He grinned. “And fried or baked. I’m not picky.”
He was, in fact, going to say oh, you know, just drifting, but then Alex said the d-word (details) and Memo stopped breathing, for a second. “Um.” Because there was a lot to unpack there. “I mean. I did sort of, just do that?” Wandered without a home, without a purpose. Sleeping under bus stops and scrounging for recyclables. Trading certain skills for amenities. Occasional drug use.
“I buzzed around Galar for a bit ‘till I ran out of bridges and then went to Sinnoh, next.” His thumb has been working nervous circles on the back of Alex’s hand since he started talking, eyes unfocused on the blanket. He cracks a smile, a stray beam of sunlight through the darkness that settled over him. “I had this-- stupid idea to go back to Paldea to rediscover my roots. Dumb. I was just broke and dumb in a different region.”
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