golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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kim cole-essam
“Hoopa.” He echoes, allowing the name to ruminate on his tongue. “Suits you.”
Upon reaching their destination, Kim lands on the floor, the Gothorita sending a telepathic and annoyed, “You’re welcome.” Before Kim had gotten the chance to thank her himself.
With a roll of his eyes both physically and mentally, Kim looks towards the “perfume” then back to the Hoopa.
“That perfume must be bumpin for it to be in here like this under all these traps and junk.”
He takes a step forward and his senses are quickly tested, a sweet scent halting him in place. He only questions it for a second before releasing his Volcarona, the pokemon igniting the tips of its wings to provide light, revealing the womanly forms that lined up before him.
“Damn shawty, okay.” Kim says before moving towards the first form, the Gothorita forcibly halting him in place with psychic.
Kim, turning back to the Gothorita, scoffs.
“Bella! Don’t be rude. … Okay and? Trap or not, I can’t just leave them hanging. … I’m a grown ass man, Belladonna Cole, I can make my own decisions.”
With an annoyed grunt, the Gothorita relents, releasing her psychic hold from Kim but releasing a Teddiursa and Mismagius from their balls, the former sinking into the shadows while the ladder hopped into the man’s arms.
With newfound freedom, Kim approaches the first that presents itself, Kim giving a relaxed smile as he pushes the Teddiursa up on his hip.
“Hey, this place has a nice atmosphere and all but the mood just ain’t right. If you want, I can take you and your friends somewhere it is.”
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