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[attr="class","luci"] luciano had never once considered himself a sheep, yet there he was completing a MAGIKARP SPLASH with the rest of the crowd.

[break][break] what would mother have to say?

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] ah. this time it was a young man on the bench. luciano thought he recognized him as Greyson Connors, the fallarbor gym leader.

[break][break] "my apologies. goodnight Greyson Connors."

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[attr="class","luci"] 'how dare he insinuate -'

[break][break] "of course not. i've always found laurence to be more beautiful — or have you forgotten that?"

[break][break] his gaze is piercing as they turn towards the head ranger, a brief moment, a brief crack in the impenetrable shield that are his emotions before he turns away.

[break][break] "... i'm sorry," he says, running a hand over his face. "you must forgive me. i - i did not expect to see you here." he bites his lip. "lars."

[break][break] he turns back towards him.

[break][break] "i was not running from you. my heart is with my craft," he says, his tone turning softer. "you knew that."

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FISHING LIST [break]
8.18 | MILOTIC - AVERAGE (43) [break]
8.21 | WHISCASH - AVERAGE (44) [break]
8.22 | MAGIKARP - AVERAGE (60) [break]
8.23 | MANTINE - DYNAMAX (92) (CROWN) [break]

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luci.

[break][break] the nickname threatens to draw embarrassment from the famous sculptor, but not quiet. after all, hanging out with a man like @symon, he has far more things to worry about.

[break][break] when he returns to the table with their drinks, he is careful and meticulous in the way that he places them down. slowly he peels the plastic off the straws before poking them into each.

[break][break] it's a way to procrastinate the inevitable.

[break][break] "poorly i'm afraid," he says with a sigh, finally seating himself. "i came here to strike a muse, but not only have i not found one, but now i am unfortunately trapped."

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[attr="class","luci2"]

this time, luciano does not waver. colbalt meets cauliflower blue, unwavering, unflinchingly.

[break][break] "you have always been special, concord."

[break][break] this time there is no childhood embarrassment, no flitting nervousness. as a youth, luciano had not been able to bear his heart so confidently; the years that have passed between them allowed him to wield his weapons as confidently as he did his brush.

[break][break] when he gazes at paxton concordas , his eyes are full of emotion — emotion that only the other may read.

[break][break] a soft chuckle arises from luciano as he lets his hand drop from the other, instead turning his gaze away to observe the painting. his arms fold over themselves. "good guess, but not quite. the fisk gallery has been put on pause due to the barrier. it's - as you must know - difficult to get communication to sinnoh."

[break][break] he smiles.

[break][break] "what about you? are you studying a degree? or perhaps - do you have a new career?"

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[attr="class","luci"] a game that he kept on losing.

[break][break] the sculptist sighed with frustration as he climbs back atop his seed, breathing in the salty summer air. he runs a hand through his wet hair, watching the group in front of him all crash into the incoming waves. was it worth the effort?

[break][break] no.

[break][break] was he going to do it again?

[break][break] yes.

[break][break] MAGIKARP SPLASH, let's go.

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[attr="class","luci"] who let a child up there? he tsk'd beneath his tongue disapprovingly.

[break][break] "young sir," he asks, hands curled around the ball. "do you need some assistance getting down?"

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] move tutors had little use for a celebrity like himself, but perhaps they would sell for a pretty penny. not that he needed any of those either.

[break][break] "let us go lia," he says to the dragon, patting her on the head. "what treasures await us beneath."

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[attr="class","luci2"]

the flush that crawls up his neck is childish. he feels childish.

[break][break] but that was the effect that he had on him, wasn't it? the ability to reduce him into a nervous mess.

[break][break] luci, even in the past, was a man who prided himself on... well, his pride. he didn't typically fall apart. like the sculptures he sought to create, he was well-built and stable. nothing could break him, not even noemi's harsh words or anton's equally critical eye, no matter how often they chipped at him.

[break][break] but concord?

[break][break] a laugh blows out of him, surprised and breathy.

[break][break] "you haven't changed, have you?"

[break][break] oh how luciano had no idea.

[break][break] he smiles wide. "it's a pleasure to see you too, concord, as always." the hand is offered to him is held in his gentle grasp, as he kneels slightly and brings it to his lips in a gentle kiss.

[attr="class","ooc"] paxton concordas

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] the whiscash that is pulled up is only average at best, and average is never something that a fisk will strive for.

[break][break] "you knew the terms of our arrangement, laurence."

[break][break] luciano tosses his line back into the water, feeling only a tinge of regret.

[break][break] he was an artist, one that was not so easily bound by commitment. the only thing he could ever commit to was his craft. surely, Laurence Anderson had known that?

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FISHING LIST [break]
8.18 | MILOTIC - AVERAGE (43) [break]
8.21 | WHISCASH - AVERAGE (44) [break]
8.22 | MAGIKARP - AVERAGE (60) [break]

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] if the barrier was not up, perhaps it would've been imperative to ask mother to borrow a mantine from the fisk estate. clearly it was the fault of the pokemon beneath him to cause for his multiple failures.

[break][break] 'it's just a game,' he reminded himself, as he steers into the next wave with a mantine splash.

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] ah, that was kyle lopez. was he not the champion?

[break][break] "how is the throne?"

[break][break] he asks, flashing one brilliant smile before tossing it at the target.

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[attr="class","lucitop"]

[attr="class","luci"] lap after lap, his muscles were getting quite sore. luciano decides to take a break, sipping at his banana milk, as his dragonair sweeps over and drops the MOVE TUTOR into his palm.

[break][break] it would be quite useful, hm?

[break][break] he crunches the drink pouch into a nearby garbage can, before deciding to go back into the sea.

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[break]MOVE TUTOR

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