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
Sister Complex [M]
POSTED ON Apr 23, 2024 2:00:17 GMT
[attr="class","blbqimg"] [attr="class","bisc"] Vanilla KingsleyThe awkward boy took a minute to connect his sister to this blue-haired girl. She stood straighter and seemed more comfortable in her own skin. She’d even gone so far as to dye her hair. Unfortunately, the telltale glasses were absent. But the Rotom hovering around served as confirmation. As she threw her arms around him, he couldn’t help but notice she was taller too. It kind of sucked that he’d stayed the same. He feigned discomfort as she squeezed tighter. But his eyes sparkled with mirth. After a second, his arms folded more securely around him. When they separated, he rewarded her with one of his awkward grins. Some part of him wanted to say she looked good, but he felt it might come off as weird. Siblings saying stuff like that could come off as creepy. “You too!” As the questions spilled out, he couldn’t help but hold his hands up in teasing offense. To go from no talking to a waterfall kind of threw him for a loop (olde Galar notwithstanding). “Same-old, same-old.” His life hadn’t changed too much. At the question, his cheeks flushed. “Yeah.” There’s a hint of hesitation. “Uh, found out it really is a challenge.”His Incineroar snorted. In her eyes, it was his fault they’d lost. Sure, she’d taken some recoil damage, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She wasn’t a shrinking violet. At the Rotom’s question, the cat’s blue eyes rolled backward. Proxii earned a good-natured slap to his whipped cream dollop. “Not yet, P. I’m more of a donut guy.” And, if his gut was anything to go by, an anything fattening guy. Familiarity gave the puppy an urge to nibble. “How’s unemployment treating you?” The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his sister stepped back. He could feel her scrutinizing him. Biscotti laughed at the question. He did that when he was nervous. Or, uh, a lot of the time really. “Yeah—I just—” He shook his head. “How’d you do it?” His Incineroar snorted. “We tried like crazy and got absolutely creamed.” NOTES: Learning to fight from a 12 year old.
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