Prince of Darkness, DJ Sorrow.
he him
26
NOVEMBER THIRD
spikemuth, galar
questioning
MUSICIAN
civilian
I Live I Die I Live Againnn Im Coming With My Army Of Skeletonsssss
TAG WITH @dylan
dylan sayer
Drive it harder and harder
POSTED ON Nov 22, 2023 10:08:14 GMT
Dylan entered the gymnasium, the door slowly creaking open. He was of average height and not an athlete, but rather the mean skinny guy at the gym. He stood there in a black sweatsuit with prominent white stitching and horseshoe patterns. His lavender hair fanned out, and his dark, beady eyes glanced around. He'd been on quite the wild ride in Hoenn so far, and couldn't even find solace in making his music. He'd intended to come here and practice shooting, and had a bottled electrolyte drink with him.
To his surprise, someone was already there. A young man who looked very intense. He was breathing sharply, with droplets of sweat rolling off him and hitting the floor. He looked like he could play forever without stopping.
He didn't want to disturb his process, so Dylan slunk away to the stands, reaching a hand for Caleb's Eevee to smell. As soon as there was a lull, a moment where Caleb slowed down, that'd be Dylan's chance to talk. He had a morning-voice, a rumbling like he pushed every word up from the back of his throat. "You look like you've been at it for a while. Are you good?" He asked, pointing at Caleb with the cap of his bottle, as if to offer it to him.
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