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I'll pass on dying those - I don't wanna know what all's been down there. I can only imagine the horror those who have seen yours pubes have felt.

“Hey now, you’re just bein’ mean. And I was in such a good mood, too! What’d I ever do t’you?”

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“Nah, nevermind, I don’t care.”

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God, I'm so sorry that's your real hair color. If I were you, I'd dye that shit. Don't you think you'd look better with something else?

“Heh. You wanna be the one to dye my pubes, be my guest.”

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How attached are you to your hats?

“I like lookin’ good. Hats are a big part of that. They just look right, with how my hair is, y’know? And I’m kinda picky with the ones I get, so I don’t have as many as you’d think. I spent a lot of time collectin’ those hats, so don’t fuckin’ with ‘em, yeah?”

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Walking On Embers | Proton & Ariana

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“You’ll never guess who I saw at a party last night, ma’am.” Said a voice over the phone.

“I hope it wasn’t another of your raves, dear, those are bad for your health.” Replied Ariana as she blew over the surface of a cup of fresh coffee. “But it must be important if you’re calling me in the morning.”

There was a hesitation in the caller’s voice, like a child who was caught red handed. “Erm… Well, yeah, but uh, I saw Proton there! Wouldn’t have been a big deal, but he was getting dragged out by the police!”

“I see… So that’s why you’re calling.” There was a pause as Ariana took a sip from the mug. “It has been a while since I last saw him, I suppose I am overdue for a visit… Tell me what you know, and we’ll see what we can do about getting him out.”

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Ariana was both surprised and not surprised when she learned that Proton was spending his holding time in a hospital. How typical of him to get into a fight that turned into something beyond throwing a few punches.

She was stopped momentarily outside of his room when the guards exchanged information that they no longer had to watch over their charge. Curious glances were tossed Ariana’s way. Why would such a finely dressed woman come to bail out a ruffian like that guy? But it was none of their business, and at least it meant their job here was done.

Once the guards were gone, Ariana moved a chair over to the bed and sat down with her legs crossed. Good thing she brought a book to pass the time, she wasn’t sure how long it was going to be until Proton woke up.

He had built up a resistance to anesthesia at this point. Anything that put him under, anything that numbed pain - it was nothing poetic, his body had just been dealt so much damage that the regular dose didn’t work anymore. 

Maybe it was poetic. But he sure wouldn’t like anyone telling him so.

The hospital staff hadn’t really bothered to give him the dose he actually required, maybe because they were understaffed and he was low priority, maybe because no one wanted to touch him with a 5 foot pole. 

So, between the drugs and the concussion, he’d spent the last 24 hours or so walking the line between the here and the there, a fuzzy blend of consciousness. 

He didn’t normally dream - he usually only slept 4 hours a night, and that wasn’t enough time to get into REM - but now he saw and heard people and things, and when he tried to focus on them they moved further away. 

He felt tiny legs, like joltik, crawling down his limbs, he felt familiar hands on his chest, a woman’s hands, first gentle, then progressing to his neck and increasing pressure until he thought couldn’t breathe and his eyes flew open - his green irises a stark contrast to the red of his eyes and the purple of the bruises developing on his face. 

The bright lights above him felt like daggers through his skull, he could feel the blood moving through the veins in his brain, he could feel stale air settling into his sinuses.  

One by one, his senses recalibrated: he began to make sense of the blinding light, of the buzzing in his ears, of the sharp scent of lemon mixed with ammonia from the cleaning products used in the building. 

He relaxed for a moment and closed his eyes as he made sense of the situation at hand. 

.....I’m in a hospital.

Why, though? He remembered going out last night, but...

Suddenly a particular weight on his wrist became apparent. He looked down and saw that he was handcuffed to the bed. 

...Great.

He looked around the room, trying to figure out if there was any easy escape route - and he noticed a flash of red.

......Even fucking better.

“Wha--” he was incredibly hoarse. He cleared his throat.

“Fuck are you doin’ here?” he spat.

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Walking On Embers | Proton & Ariana

He wasn’t sure what day it was. Nor month. Probably summer, because it was hot, but that could just be the amount of bodies occupying the room -

    - living bodies. Don’t get any ideas. He wasn’t here for murder. He was here to let go, something that - unlike killing - he was very bad at. And Proton did not like to be bad at things. 

He was dripping with sweat. A woman kept clinging to him, tugging at his belt, catching her fingers in the mesh of his shirt. She let out a breath through her nose and he felt it cool his chest, and finally he looked at her face and saw bright and smudged eye makeup and a purple lip print on the point of her jaw and suddenly he was hungry for her and he took her face in his hands and pressed his mouth against hers and it felt like an instant of clarity in the blur that the club had become

    the music whirred and he felt only one body in the room only one unified presence and his experience became theirs and he was no longer within his own body

It felt like three years passed before he pulled away and he felt like he hadn’t breathed and he felt like he was on top of the world, as high as he’d ever been. 

And he realized he was parched. 

His mouth was a desert, like he was drinking sand, he could feel it trickling down the back of his throat. 

His nostrils flared and everything was hot, so hot, it was long past midnight and the sun was gone but heat remained.

He left the woman to search through the club for someone with water, he knew there should be someone there, there always was. 

“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely when someone handed him a half-empty bottle. He sucked down its contents in a flash, rehydrated and reenergized. 

Now, to find the woman he’d left, the owner of the skin that felt so damn good on his. Though anything felt good right now. Just the touch of his clothes on his body made him practically tingle. 

He wandered back to the place where he thought he’d left her.

“There you are,” he murmured, grabbing her wrists and picking up where he’d left off. 

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He smirked. “Come to join i--” only instead of a willing third, he was met with a fist to his face. 

“Get away from my girl!” he heard someone yell from what sounded like miles away. 

The room around him seemed to freeze as he fell into whomever was behind him. He felt blood dripping from his nose. 

“Heh,” he said, “Didn’t know she was yers.” He reached into one of his pockets. “Whatever, I’m always a slut fer a fight.”

He flicked open a switchblade and lunged at the man, aiming for his face. He heard a spatter of blood and he felt a yell - perhaps it was the other way around. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he probably shouldn’t have done that. He was a wanted man, a paid killer, a one-time executive of one of the largest crime syndicates in the country. He knew that he should probably start running, that he should do something besides standing there and laughing. 

He hardly noticed when he was grabbed and shoved to the ground, his arms yanked behind his back, his head slammed against the floor. 

“Make him shut up,” someone said, far away, on another planet, in another universe. Hell, maybe it was Arceus itself. 

One more slam of his head against the floor and he did just that. 

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pre-executive proton was a dick

then again, he still is a dick

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