Bonjour, everyone!

My name's Lysandre, and this is my best friend, Litleo. Say hi, buddy. [Indie kid!Lysandre rp blog]

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"Good going, Litleo. You got your foot stuck in a thorn bush."

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He still couldn't help the smile on his face when he looked at his trainer card. Sure, it'd been about two months since he had gotten it, but that didn't matter to him. He was finally free. Free to explore and live life without feeling like he was just letting others down. Sure, there were bad days along the way-- too many loses in a row, the time Litleo got poisoned really badly and he got chewed out by the Nurse, the five days he spent searching for Murkrow when he ran, (flew?), away. Even still, he enjoyed his journey so far, overall.

He had found himself in a certain snowy town-- even in summer there was a little here and there, as if it never wanted to stop-- and he thought why not. He had been mad last time, but he wanted to apologize, and maybe do something with him. However, he had found the business closed down, and, after asking around a bit, he found out why. He had promised him. But then again, Lysandre had been the one gone....

It didn't matter though. His Pokemon were with him and he told himself he'd at least keep his side of the promise. And he did. He stayed the night in the Pokemon Center, and left the town the next day, not wanting to stay around too long in case his mind changed. And it didn't. There were still times even today he would miss home, or his heart felt a small pang of guilt, but he always found something to cheer him up.

He's still traveling around, seeing all the sights he can see. He's learned to control his anger a bit more, still not wanting to become like the older versions of him he's met. He hopes it's working.

But he guesses only time can tell....

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[outofbeauty; I gotta go do some stuff, but when I come back, I may do a drabble about Lysandre's travels so far as a Trainer, and update some stuffs, 'kay? 'Kay!]

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[outofbeauty; i waSN'T ON FOR LIL' LYSANDRE'S BIRTHDAY HE'S 10 AND A TRAINER NOW OMFG]

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[outofbeauty; Don't ask why, but I just had a sudden surge of muse for Little Lysandre so does anyone wanna rp??

Just like this and I'll make a starter. Or jump into my askbox uvu]

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"D-does that mean that....I'm just gonna end up like them too....? Even if I try not to....?"

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"The only older version of myself I had actually started liking and--" He gave a sigh. "They're all the same aren't they....?"

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[outofbeauty; Gonna go take a quick nap]

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Come into my inbox and give my muse a nightmare!

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Cue a sneezing fit from Lysandre, looking a bit dazed afterwards, because, holy shit, that had been sudden.

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Don't tell anyone, but the jacket is pretty much the only thing he likes about most of his older selves, and he secretly wants to wear it at least once.

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"Well, we’ll agree to disagree, then." Why is everybody insisting I’m cute all of the sudden?

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"Fine, fine, fine." Lysandre gave a wave of his hand, dismissing the conversation as Litleo rubbed against Andre's leg before returning to his trainer's side.

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"I’m not cute.” Now he just doesn’t want to admit defeat.

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"Litleo, one or two?" The cub responded with a single thump of his tail. "See, he disagrees with you."

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"M’not cute…”

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"Litleo thinks you're cute."

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"Hell yeah, I'm adorable!"

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"Man, I feel a lot better today." His nose is still obviously stuffed up though.

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Black, curly hair was pushed away from blue eyes as he nodded.

"Y-yes, thank you..." He stood up and brushed off his shorts. He was shaking. Living most of your life in a gated neighborhood...there wasn't as much crime with the discipline it came with. He hadn't seen such bullies until just then. "But are you okay? You must've gotten hurt...you fought very hard..." For a complete stranger...

"I-I'm Augustine. I just moved here last week." He held out a bruised hand. "What's your name?"

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Lysandre grinned. "Nah, I've been in worse. You're just lucky they didn't have any knives or Pokemon. I didn't even have to have Litleo help me." He raised an eyebrow at the hand, giving an amused shake of his head as he took it and gave it a shake anyways before letting go. "Name's Lysandre. You just moved here? Goin' to Trainer School, or no?"

The red-head looked around a bit, spotting Litleo by his backpack on the ground not too far away, looking confused as he approached it and picked it up. "Did I toss this off before the fight?" The little cub have two thumps of his tail, earning a curious, surprised sound from his trainer.