The Robust
He/Him/His
Twenty-Eight
October 30th
Bevaridge Town
Biomesexual
Pokemon Educator/Vlogger/Biome Enthusiast
Avatar/Gym Leader/Elite Ranger
See ya later, Feraligatr!
kyle lopez had gravitated towards the television games. "Yeah it's from when I was a kid! It used to be my mum's. Family heirloom I guess." Zac had always preferred outside games, but there was a certain charm to the flashing lights and big numbers. "Really? It's rare?"
Kazimir Wynter (always reliable) had brought a bloody feast. Zac and Buggle the Zeraora moved things around, piling all the food one one crate table, and all the alcohol on another. He put the Zapsi safely away in the back of his Fridge Rotom.
Chu-e Choi had packed the fun, and Zac cluelessly grabbed the Ouija board and put it next to the Monopoly. "This all looks delicious!" Zac said, sniffing the garlic knots. His mouth started to water. He gave his buddy a big hug, trying not to instinctively heal him. Not after the bite he'd gotten last time.
skyler dross kicked down the door, bringing enough booze to knock out even the most robust of avatars. It was so much in fact, that it required a dozen extra tentacles just to carry it. "Whoa! Look at this captain's stash!" Zac laughed, taking a few of the boxes from the Tentacruel and stacking them at the drink's table. "Egg sandwiches?" Zac asked, perking up. His mouth was still watering from the garlic knots, and he quickly caved, grabbing one of the triangles.
The final fugger arrived, and Zac met angelo vestri at the door. "Come on in mate! Grab a crate! Here, let me help you with those," Zac said, as he chewed on one of the egg sandwiches. Angelo's new buddy soared in, and Zac winced as the floating Pokemon collided with the table. "You all good there?" he asked, worried, but the little white and gold balloon just floated higher, seemingly unfazed. |
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