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
little bear
POSTED ON Jul 16, 2020 21:46:36 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"] "how're you doing?" she's quick to flash another smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. it stays for a moment before springing back into place against her cheek, much to her annoyance. her kubfu greets stormy's with a bright wave and an excited growl. friends mean more things to do or more things to get into. wrestling, even! man, the little bear is excited and it shows in the way it doesn't wait for the other kubfu to shift away before it's already trying to tackle it. eventually, ursus will dissolve into playful growls but the first one is bordering aggressive. oh boy. the scientist watches them for a moment, concern rising by the minute. are they supposed to be this rowdy? good lord, she was concerned it was just her bear that had a problem with ripping things apart, biting things it shouldn't, and generally just being a menace to society. perhaps it's both a comfort and a curse that both of them are just as terrible apart as they might be together. "at least they'll occupy each other for a bit?" she offers with a laugh, her eyes fluttering away from the bears to land on stormy. her smile borders sheepish. "i'm a little nervous that they're about to wreck the lab." oh god, imagine... thankfully there's not too many people still lingering in this part of the building for the day. if there were? she doesn't even want to think about it. another laugh escapes, amused and light. "is it bad that i hope it's not?" between having to constantly trail after the kubfu to make sure most items escape without shattering and having to scramble to pull whatever it put into its mouth out, she's left a little worse for wear. it's exhausting, really, to handle. a hand rises to run through her hair before she's tilting her head, gaze shifting between her best friend and the bears. "has yours been a handful, too?" a pause to collect jumbled thoughts, to string them into a series of questions. "are they all this rowdy? i don't think i've ever experienced something like this..." even her gibles, bless their little chompy souls, weren't half as bad as this little bear. god, what did they get into?
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