Ash
He/Him/Them
26
December 2
Aspertia City, Unova
Pansexual
Picking up the pieces
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But I, I will, go on howling and hollow
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Ashley Shepard
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tag notes | Cheap costumes aren't easy to come by. The bargain bin and thrift shops kinda sucked this year. Toilet paper mummies, a vampire with a butler tailcoat. Oh, and the best one by far. The pimp with a leopard print speedo. Who goes as a pimp for Halloween? That's just stupid. Ash decided to not thrift this year, and so he sits here in a costume. Even dyed his hair black to fit the part. Fake moustache, check. Oversized white-gloves, super check. Green shirt and hat with the trademark L? Mega check. He was ready. Time to party. And so he does.
Jump jump, and the house is actually jumpin'. Ash is enjoying the music, the hustle, the bustle, and while he does take the time to bounce on his feet on the dancefloor, it feels awfully hollow. Maybe there's a special someone on his mind. Meteor was coming, fuck the world. Can't even get back at Rocket. Doesn't have the time to change it. But maybe, it was that threat that had him dancing harder than he ever had before. If the world was going to end, let it end. He'd still bounce around like an idiot for hours and hours on end.
Oh well.
He finds himself splayed out on one of a group of bean bag chairs, empty. A beer in hand. His silver eyes looking to the ceiling. The sound of the dancefloor was loud, and he needed minutes, maybe hours away from that. He didn't have the battery to keep going. Shit, how many drinks did he have? "Room is spinning. Shit..."
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