cass, cassie
she/her
eighteen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
study in slateport [m]
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2024 13:28:55 GMT
Cass agrees with somewhat of a grunt, but ultimately nods in agreement. "Yeah, just one more year and then ... let's see. It's also kinda terrifying, but ... I think I still like it more over last year, with two years to go."
Cass waves at her friend leaving for the bookshelves - and looks at those with a bit of yearning - before turning to Zeus and Belle. Pic's already approached those two with a flourish, eagerly taking one of Cass' notebooks and wanting to start painting these new pokémon. However, Cass quickly grabs it, and gives him his designated drawing pad. "We talked about this, Pic. This is your drawing pad, remember?" The Smeargle doesn't seem to listen too well, but instead follow a vision. He also picks up Jon, placing him next to Zeus with a thoughtful image. But ahh, there is something missing ... "Belle, if he's too much, c'mhere," Cass beckons the Minccino, offering her a protective hand.
Martin greets Thea happily as they've crossed paths, and seems to visibly redden, hiding shyly behind the flower that he carries over the books (he's strong for his size). He cooes slightly, and also spreads an extra wave of pleasant floral scents, especially those that he associates with Thea specifically.
This scent continues as they return to Cass and the rest, where lowkey chaos might have ensued. Upon seeing Gominha's fidgeting toes, Umlaut sees a chance and tries to grab them with some tentacles, lifting the Wigglytuff upside down, balancing himself on just half of his usual spread.
"Oh, no, Umlaut!" Cass shouts, but is too late to prevent him from trying completely. She lowkey gives up - at least no one's being thrown right now - and turns to the books, petting Martin affectionately as she takes the books. "Hehe, he's indeed a clever one. He and Jon sometimes are reading together, too. Or well, at least sitting over books together."
She nods, taking out one of her fancy fountain pens with black-violet ink, "Then let's get started, shall we?"
Thea Naito
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