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
Addled Advances II (M)
POSTED ON May 27, 2022 10:49:29 GMT
He should have been happy Laurs was offering to translate.
The moment his other stuck their head in to do some bridging of the conversational gaps, the fire-trainer looked to the left in agitation and then looked forward in agitation.
To the left at Laurs, forward to Articuno. To the left at Laurs, forward to Articuno. To the left at Laurs, forward to Articuno.
Each time the frustration on his face seemed to expand until he started to rub at his temple again.
He heard every thing that was said to him but the extra layer of interpretation was what he wanted to avoid.
Plus... "Red?" He squinted at Laurs for the detached nickname. In all their time together not once had Laurs addressed him by some takeaway feature of his person.
What the fuck was even happening to Laurs.
Maybe it was the same thing that was happening to him. Same stimuli, different manifestations.
The tattoos, the flippant nicknames; he was turning into some kinda proto-fuckboy. Sénon meanwhile was turning into a head case, or at least; moderately volatile.
"What am I? Supposed to sign a fucking contract in blood?!" He was yelling at both of them, but he didn't take eyes off Articuno.
In his head, he began screaming at the deity, repeating one of his earlier lines. "I've come here for your help."
In his head, he began screaming loudly at the deity.
"How much more 'open'" He had to take physical breaths between each burst, "do you need me," because he was also screaming just a bit under his breath. "-to BE!?"
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