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
pity party [c]
POSTED ON Oct 29, 2019 4:41:40 GMT
Her blubbering was somewhat unwelcome,the councilman stifling a disgruntled sigh as he gave a hastened end to the girl.
“Ye-Okay-Love you too- Bye.”
Words half meant to end the call earlier, a deep sigh following as he leaned back further into his seat, a sudden rining over the intercom announcing the arrival of his flight. At least he’d be able to get some shuteye on the plane, it’ll at least ready him for what he was about to sit through.
And of course, upon arrival, he had seen the untidy mess his living room had become, the remnants of a hasty reorganization spotted as soon as he had entered through the front door.
A hand reached for his face, a hefty sigh following as he attempted to release stress by pinching the bridge of his nose, the sound of him rolling his suitcase down the hallway signalling his return. He would release a Gothorita as he walked, the pokemon giving a stunned look to her surroundings as Kim spoke up.
“Home sweet home right? Wake up that bum on the couch and get her cleaned up, please.”
The pokemon would approach Stormy, nudging her slightly to wake her. If she did not respond the pokemon would use psychic, floating her towards the bath and forcing her to freshen up a bit- a light shower, a washing of her face, simple things to make her more presentable to the eyes of another.
Meanwhile Kim would return to the living room and finish cleaning up the mess that she had made, sure to set her clothing into the wash.
Once she had returned, Kim looked her up and down, a set of his own pajamas supplied to her in place of the ones he had currently been cleaning. The man sat on the couch, one leg crossed over another as he sipped a newly opened bottle of wine.
The bottle looked more expensive than what she had previously been drinking, a red wine saved specifically for less than reasonable situations. Another glass sat opposite of the table it had rested on, reserved for none other than the one had had come all this way for, Stormy.
“What do you want to talk about first, the crash and burn of your hastily planned future or the fact that you couldn’t keep it together long enough for me to finish my vacation.”
A playful smile set onto his lips, subsequently placed onto the rim of the cup as he sipped the liquid within quietly.
“My time is in your hands for the remainder of my hiatus, so use it as you will.”
Stormy Silph
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