split happens // [r]

[king]

"hiker horace. out on mt aurae, he gives away wounded pokemon. i'm a pushover." he pulled an apple from his pocket and let ionis munch on it. "i could always breed you a skiddo if you really wanted it."

he finished his hot chocolate and chucked the cup. "gambling is the dumbest addiction there is. the casinos are disgusting and you could definitely do better. you're a breeder, feli. you shouldn't be short on cash. just go to mercedes and she'll probably fund you."

"that is, if she doesn't fucking hate you. you have a tendency to do that to people."

dizzy

[dizzy]

Aww he took in an injured Pokemon. What a sap. (But if Grayson was a sap or a pushover for that, then so were many others). “Nah, I’ll find my own.” She was too proud to accept the offer.

What he said next was weird. Felizia rolled her eyes. “I was joking. Jeez man, do I look like a casino person to you? I can’t even win at Go Fish.” Unless she was playing against her Feraligatr who really was the worst card player she had ever met.

He was dead on about Lady Mercedes though. Damn. “Of course Lady Upsnott doesn’t like me. Why do you think I stayed away from her Order? The Beast one.” The Wild was where it was at anyway. Represent.

king

[king]

grayson side-eyed felizia pretty damn hard. "excuse you. i'm order of the beast." he said, turning towards her and looking mildly irritated. "it's not like the orders do anything particularly different. i don't see mercedes often anyway."

a wave of vertigo hit grayson. he stumbled, a hand to his forehead. it had just started recently after his trip to mt aurae. high pitched shreks rang in his head, palkia's voice. oh please do shut up. he thought, pained.

another rush hit him, and grayson immediately felt horrifying claustrophobia kick in. he rushed out of the shop, ionis in tow, and stepped into the mildly better city street.

just as quick as it had come, it had gone. "son of a bitch."

dizzy

[dizzy]

She managed to get, maybe, barely halfway through pointing out that she didn’t have anything against the order itself when Grayson had a moment. The moment ended with him running out of the shop, and before she realised she’d said it, Felizia muttered, “And he thinks I’m rude.”

Then she pushed away the embarrassing comment and followed him outside – he wasn’t being rude; if he wanted to be rude, he would do something better than just running off. And besides that, he had stumbled. Stumbled. What the hell was that? “Grayson!” she called after him. “Oi! You good?”

Or maybe it was better to ask the getaway vehicle. She gave both of them a questioning (and worried) look. “What was that about?”

king