Kouji
He/Him
23
August 29th
Rustboro
Heterosexual
Smuggler/Violence
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Kouji Matsubara
Field of Nostalgia
POSTED ON Jun 27, 2024 1:00:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","fakebq"] [attr=class","body"] [attr="class","text"] ”Please don’t kick my ass, I just discovered my new title as Dr.Love.” Kouji found himself cringing as he said the title aloud before shaking his head, he definitely would not be making that joke anytime soon. [break][break] With the casual soft breeze, the slow steps, walking alongside and the butterfree overhead, a part of him did think that this scenery didn’t suit him. He couldn’t relax in such a calm atmosphere, but he covered up that feeling as fast as he could. [break][break] His dull golden eyes managed to regain some measure of a spark as the conversation continued, like a flickering bulb that shine came and went as the conversation continued, he held eye contact as he really thought about her last couple statements. [break][break] ”Y’know, I’m not against it, but I ain’t chasing it either. There’s very few things I ain’t open to.” That was the preamble as he thought about dating apps, there was that amigo too from before; but it was Trainer’s Eye, the more refined version of the app that took over the limelight now. [break][break] ”You might find a one night hook up, might find the love of ya life, or just some person you like sharing pokemon pictures with. Who knows?” He said slowly, a few laughs coming up as he stretched out. [break][break] ”Well, I don’t wanna spoil the fun for ya. You’ll see the fun it yourself.” Kouji stated as he looked out at the path in front of them, they were almost at the other side of the berry patch. [break][break] Still, he did push the idea a lot, didn’t he? Kouji wasn’t quite sure why, but then again as he watched Tempest and Cillian, a part of him saw just what that spark of love could do for people. It was good for the soul, but then there was the opposite in his father when that spark was lost. People really were strange individuals, weren’t they? [break][break] ”Gotta be careful now though, Ranger life ain’t easy. You might start getting called up to those dangerous places.” He couldn’t picture her in any of those battlefields he’d been in during the last year, a part of him didn’t want to see her go to them. [break][break] ”A lot of people never come back.” He didn’t want to leave a dour air, but a part of him felt that it needed to be said.
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