ppl look like their pkmn

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A snivy stood bored and abandoned outside a cheap love motel room. Its delicate nose sneezed from the cigarette smoke, and it burned with anger. It had not been allowed into the room. Jax's foot had pushed him like they weren't even friends, while a woman clung to the ranger's shoulder and smiled in his ear. The snivy had been pacing for hours now in front of the door looking up at it, lonely, from time to time.

As he felt more and more in disfavor with his master, treachery began to grow in his heart. He could find a new partner. One that didnt lock him out into the constant sleepless light of the hallway lamp amoung the dead moths's wings.

2tsunz toska join with whoever you want. Redox-tsun said u were game 4 another so yay

[2tsunz]

The umbreon trotted slightly ahead of Thalia, and so he was the one who noticed the snivy first. He bounded forwards and then backwards, pushing his head against Thalia's hand until she jogged after him to the doorway where the snivy stood outside.

She looked from the empty hallway before her, to the snivy, to the closed door, and then around again before she crouched down and offered her hand out to the snivy.

"Did someone leave you out here? In the middle of winter?" With her other hand, she fished through her coat pocket for an oran berry and offered it to him. "You can have this, if you want. You're vaccinated, so you're EOS. Where's your trainer?"

toska

[toska]

fuck, it seemed that his grandfather wasn't the only one who could bluff hisham into folding during a good round. he's racing down the sidewalk, but he can't help but grin a little despite his worry. ismael isn't much of an exception to the conniving men that he knew in bacchus, it seems. good to know, and sooner rather than later.

his hawluchas searches the skies above. a smaller eevee beside him acts like a second pair of eyes on the ground. they keep within sight, but so far neither of them have any luck. not in this city, where the skies would end before the sidewalks ever will.

he might have passed the skeevy love motel if it weren't for the crown of pink hair that had reminded him of gym leader irene. irene, whose performances were the highlights of hisham's childhood, even if he only managed to go every other week. the color has long since been immortalized in his memory. he slows enough to see the face of the girl with the snivy.

"...thalia?"

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