illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
crown shyness [c]
POSTED ON May 2, 2020 22:00:09 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"]her lips curl to mirror the smile, birds of a feather flocking together in ever grande. "ah," she hums and her gaze drops to the stoutland, to the display of affection ending with a gentle tap on the rear. "i suppose it's easy to forget ages sometimes, what with everything going on." there's a somber note in her tone that dissipates a moment later, as if it hadn't been meant for lacing between syllables. and then, she's flushing and there's a click of the door, a turn of a lock, and they're moving. stilio follows close at her heels, mindful of his tail. surprising, really, given how half of the fuzzy blankets in her apartment had been reduced to ash by an overly affectionate charmander. things change, as do pokemon and people. at least they won't burn down the commissioner's place, right? "right," the flush deepens but the hesitations ease with the wave of a hand and she's smiling a little wider now. "colleagues! it'll take some getting used to, i'm sure." a giggle follows, mingling between the sound of heels clicking against tiles and the slight crackle of fire. her eyes roam the hall as they walk, absorbing everything around them like a sponge. they dart back over her shoulder every now and then, drawn toward her charizard and the way his wings half furl around him. he's cautious, considerate, somehow on his best behavior. "he'd love that," she chirps. fondness seeps in her words, her body language, her eyes. "thank you." another note of gratification, another habit not yet broken by the notion that they're coworkers. and then, she's attempting to fill the spaces between with small talk, her hand resuming its endeavor of fiddling with the hair at her ear. "this is a lovely place you have," she murmurs. dark eyes roam momentarily before returning and holding firm, shying away from exploring the nooks and crannies at her fingertips. "have you always resided in ever grande?" it's probably prying but curiosity is normal for a scientist and she ignores the small acknowledgement that she shouldn't overstep, shouldn't ask too much. instead, she pairs her words with a friendly smile, gentleness pooling at her outlines of her teeth. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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