illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
Like a dog [c]
POSTED ON May 13, 2020 3:27:35 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b]she's quick to fall for a dog. there's something about canines that never fails to capture her. hook, line, and sinker every time. perhaps it's that affinity that prompts her to drift closer, to find the owner to gush over their choice in pokemon. she doesn't have to look far. in fact, the chatty growlithe practically leads them back. clara sticks close, golden fur brushing against the scientist's ankles with each step she takes. she's careful to move slow, to be considerate of the meek poochyena. favilla, on the other hand? her own growlithe is already dissolving into playtime with the other two canines, soft barks of her own mingling with theirs. it's cute, really. something she probably would love to see more of... perhaps she should consider finding another to keep hers company. the man is quick to rise, nearly dropping his phone in the process, and she's untucking the strand of hair behind her ear only to retuck it a moment later. "they're adorable," she coos. and then, her other hand quickly waves about, fanning his question away without hesitation. "oh, no, they didn't!" reassurance drips from every syllable and it almost strikes her as odd in a way. usually, she's the one needing reassurance, needing to apologize for something or someone. "no need to apologize," she chirps. her smile widens and she's flushing slightly, hand leaving her hair alone to extend toward him. "illeana, illeana reyes. it's a pleasure, sir!" clara peers up at the man from beside her, blue eyes sharp and cautious. she presses a little closer, applying mild pressure into illeana's ankles. a soft mixture of a growl and a yip escapes her, then, and the scientist is glancing down not even a moment later. while favilla joins thomas in rolling around the grass, the woman bends to scoop up her poochyena, hands slowly beginning to trace light circles into aureate fur in a soothing manner. "have you had them long?"[attr="class","illietag"]@joe [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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