i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Hats in the Wind [OPEN]
POSTED ON Aug 7, 2020 5:05:06 GMT
it was way too hot. the sun was pretty intense and summer wasn't really quade's jam anyway. too much sun, too many chances to burn to a crisp, and while peeling was fun and weird the tender sensation of sunburn sucked ass. quade's phone was pressed between their ear and shoulder as they peeled a bit of dead skin off their arm, a delicate pink from falling asleep in the sun a few days before. their nose was also pink, but not peeling considering the obsession aloe application they'd been slathering on. they were annoyed, brows pinched and expression tight as they muttered under their breath.
"non non non. mama...."
quade tugged at the collar of their sweatshirt, sleeved pushed to the elbow and clearly not very comfortable despite their insistence on wearing it. they glanced inside and hummed, clicking their tongue into the phone as stulloona shifted and yawned. she blinked up at them and chittered softly before going back to sleep against their chest. quade murmured into the phone and ended the call shortly, sighing in vague irritation as they peeled off their beanie and ducked under the shade of a tree. fingers twitching a strong breeze blew by, providing a lovely breeze but causing them to fumble their hold on the hat. in a horrible twist of events the wind carried off the beanie (they didn't realize that could even HAPPEN!) and quade huffed and cracked their neck before taking off after it at a leisurely pace.
now technically quade was supposed to be on the lookout for rocket grunts in the area. theoretically, they'd been spotted running around like ants underfoot, not always totally undercover. technically speaking quade had spotted a few people who looked kinda suspicious, but one of them had been buying ice cream from a vendor and the other had been bouncing just behind waiting their turn patiently, so quade didn't feel bothered to do much about it.
what did make them pause, however, was the giant behemoth of a man putting THEIR hat on a mawile. quade squinted, their one good eye trained on the pokemon as the man snapped pictures, walking in a clear line right toward him. they took a moment to eye him up and down, vaguely impressed with the arms on the guy before stopping ....way too close. personal space was a boundary they had a difficult time understanding, their leg nearly brushing the mawile and just a bit too close to the guy himself.
"hey uhhhh...."
they smacked their lips and squinted up at him in the bright light, eyeing his arms for a moment before their gaze flickered back to his face.
"you got a permit for those? can i see it? please? thank you?"
they eyed the hat, fingers twitching in desperation to just snatch it.
"that's my hat. please return it? yes?"
Billi Marsh
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