i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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[attr="class","dilyrics2"] I'm sorry Tate is kinda shy... Hope this isn't too tricky to reply to :/[attr="class","dilyric2"]NOTES | [attr="class","dibody2"] “Shh,” Tate whispered. Frappé, his Minccino, obediently stopped chattering as he followed his gaze. A Happiny was meandering through the ground cover about twenty-five feet away. Tate moved slowly through growing twilight, carefully placing each step so as not to be heard. He would’ve just tried to catch it right away if it was in the open, but there was just too much distance and too many places for it to scurry away to if it noticed a pokeball flying towards it. He avoided rustling in the leaves by sticking to the trail for now. Frappé quietly stayed out of the way as he followed along, nose quivering. The Happiny didn’t seem to notice him yet, but it kept drifting farther away from him as it foraged about. Pretty soon it realized how close it was getting to another camper’s location and started heading deeper into the brush. Tate sighed. He was going to have to head into the foliage after all. He motioned for Frappé to wait for him. Fortunately, the ground cover wasn’t too thick, but it still wasn’t easy to avoid brushing up against. The abundance of small sticks, dead leaves, and pine needles on the ground weren’t doing him any favors either. Tate was almost close enough to dare throwing a pokeball, when something crunched too loudly under his feet. He froze as the Happiny glanced around, hoping that the plants that partially covered its view of him would be enough. “Who’s there!?” On cue, the Happiny took off like a shot. “Ah man…” He knew it’d be a tricky catch, but it was still disappointing to see it go. “Hey,” he called out with a brief wave as he started climb/stomping back through the bushes. Hopping onto the trail again, he continued, “Sorry, just trying to catch a Happiny. Shoulda said something first.”He stopped in front of the campsite so that they could clearly see him and that he wasn’t up to anything. Taking in the redhead and his punk fire types illuminated by the actual fire, he cracked a tiny smile. It was a nice aesthetic. And being a bit of a safety geek, he was pleased and impressed to see the young man and his party looking so intimidating. Anyone looking for trouble would likely look elsewhere. He subconsciously nodded his approval. Frappé was pawing at him. He scooped the pokemon up to his shoulder where he quickly wrapped himself around him like a scarf. “Good night.”[attr="class","ditags2"]@ryland |
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