Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
heterosexual
Kantonian Ambassador
Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
Harder They Fall (M)
POSTED ON Mar 9, 2022 15:33:45 GMT
He dreamed of spring.
Far away from Adrian's mounting mystery.
The pokémon in the room shuffled about to make room for the human approaching their master, leader, father.
Most of them knew Adrian, the favorites at least. Tsukuyomi's spoons were put at his sides. Psychic-ability should have told him a non-hostile was entering but he was growing tired and hadn't slept in two days.
Unheard of for a once-Abra, but he had a job to do.
They all did.
Tsukuyomi guarded Sénon. Jūken guarded Tsukuyomi. Zeraora guarded Jūken.
The charmander, Jakka Jr. sired by the Cinnabarian's signature charmeleon from childhood sat sadly, mindful of his tail indoors.
Babysaur, whom remembered Adrian from the PKMN-SMASH contest laid sputtered out on his belly. Deciding to sleep until Sénon stopped sleeping now that the sun was down again.
Dosé sat in the sink, shameless, croaking just often enough to break the tension.
The unown moved individually. Quasar slept next to Sénon, its one eye closed. Limbo, however bobbed about the room studying all living things again and again with a selfish lack of respect for personal space.
Some of the other pokémon were beginning to grow annoyed.
Primary of which was Chimchar who climbed up Adrian's sitting position, jumping up and down on the man's thigh before shoving at his chest, a watering in his eyes and a pain in the sound of his chattering.
He wanted Adrian to do something, the other pokémon seemed to understand better. In this, even as a human Adrian was as helpless as they were.
The trainers mental inquiry would be fielded simply by the Alakazam; "H e d o e s n o t s t i r ."
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