Scotti
He/Him
19
January 23
Wyndon
Bisexual
Cake Decorator
Cadet
I might not feel pain, but I can still bleed.
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Biscotti Kingsley
VCT: Scotti + Elise
POSTED ON Jan 10, 2024 18:31:16 GMT
[attr="class","blbqimg"] [attr="class","bisc"] “I’m—!” He tried to wheeze as she approached him. He tried to wave her off with a scaled hand, but that gesture only ended in more coughing. Is she going to save me? The brunette turned bright red as he felt her arms around his chest. Again!?! I’d rather die. But he didn’t push Elise away—the thought of hurting her was way worse than his mortification. After just one squeeze, a sodden piece of Kalosian bread rocketed out of his throat. A great gulp followed as he rejoiced in the feeling of fresh air. Tears ran down his face as he clambered back to normalcy. When he finally spoke, Biscotti’s tone teetered between sheepish and embarrassed. “Thanks.” He manages after a few false starts. “I got a little too excited, I think.” That or his screwed-up brain decided to forget how to breathe. “It’s always good—great to see you.” Not all the redness in his cheeks was from a lack of oxygen. With another shake of her head, the Incineroar grabbed the goggles around her trainer’s neck. With a snap, she maneuvered them into place. “I, uh, I think Jangle wants to battle?” The brunette murmured, his voice still a wheeze. A hint of reluctance was audible. The cat nodded, its mouth lifting to reveal a surefire grin. Maybe he’d stop being a moron with this girl if he knew she wasn’t perfect. If the royal agreed, the cat would rocket toward the Mismagius with an Acrobatics. x|LYKhLM(Terastilazation)
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