mav
he | him | his
27 (now 31)
october 21st
lavender town, kanto
heterosexual
freelancer
ex-gym leader
a heart like a lion, burning like fire
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maverick noah ryder
don't stop till you drop [mission]
POSTED ON Jul 18, 2020 15:05:03 GMT
| Her response told him he was over reacting. The date was more or less just two friends handing out. A mixture of relief and disappointed swelled up in him. “Alright,” he chuckled lightly in the mix of heavy breathing, a small smile on his face, “Sounds like fun. But to warn you, I can’t cook if we decided to cook together.” Deep down, Maverick wondered if this was all for show or the real deal. It wasn’t that he thought she was teasing him or anything. Maverick has been turned down so many times and after being turned down so many times, he really gave up on the dating world. Did she really want to get to know him or was this all a facade just to pass time away? At last, they reached the top. And when the top was reached, Maverick hunched over exhausted. In the corner of his eye, he saw droplets of sweat roll down the side of his face and fall to the earth. He huffed and puffed, trying to catch up on much needed oxygen. His gaze flickered to his canine, all panting themselves. At least he got their energy out too. After several minutes of trying to relax his ever beating heart, his gaze flickered to the woman when she summoned more pokemon. Standing up straight again, he expanded his hand out as well to finish the fist bump. “Sure,” he huffed out of breath still, “but I think my work out is done for the month.” Mav let out a laugh at his own joke. His warm gaze flickered over her pokemon, seeing she had a few good taste in pokemon. “Maybe one day we will do a mission together again.”Turning to his canine’s partners, he motioned for them he was ready to go home. But before he left, he turned to her once last time. “If you are serious about that hang out, here is my number. You can just text me when you have time. I know you are probably busy with gym leader and work.” Pulling out a small paper and pen, the man wrote down his number with his name before handing it to her. “If you want too, that is.” With that, Maverick turned to leave. As he left, he wondered if she would actually text him or not. But before he could even consider a date, the stinky boy needed a shower. |
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