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//no don’t be it’s fine i understand. I just wish he had better timing. Rory really isn’t in good shape after that at all.
[ooc; I know, and I'm sorry, really. I'll get to it as soon as I can, I promise, I just--
I'm sorry....;;;;;]
the-charizard replied to your post “the-charizard replied to your post “the-charizard replied to your post...”
//okay, well I'm sorry...I wish I could help further...
[ooc; No, it's okay, it's my fault.....I just wish I could do something to stop it....
I'm sorry....]
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-FOCUSES ON SYCAMORE AND MENTALLY THROWS HIS BEING TO YOU THROUGH STRANGE TUMBLRWAYS- is it working
[ooc; KIND OF SORT OF BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I WISH IT WOULD. I'M SORRY TTATT;;;;]
the-charizard replied to your post “[ooc; *scowlsbecauseit’shappeningagain*]”
-shoves my sycamore to you- CROSS THE BEAMS
[ooc; Pfft, we cOULD TRY BUT IDK HOW WELL THAT WOULD WORK]
[ooc; *scowlsbecauseit'shappeningagain*]
[✂❤] He giggle-snorted before listening to Augustine’s advice, jotting it down on his Holocaster and nodding, “Well, I try to be careful with what I do, since I don’t want to hurt him accidentally, but a water spritzer might work…or it could make him maul me, but we won’t know until we try, correct?” He was obviously joking, knowing Lilium wouldn’t ever hurt him, “But thanks for the advice; I’m sure it’ll work~”
"I surely hope he doesn't maul you. That would put a bit of a damper on things, wouldn't it?" Understatement, Sycamore. "Anyways, that is why I suggested just a small squirt. Enough to get his nose wet or something. To teach him a small lesson. Or, is there a taste he doesn't like? Or could try to find a way to associate it with the couch, so he thinks that they will taste the same and won't chew on it."
Just what he had expected, and just what he had feared. Tears stung the man's eyes as his hands were clenched to fists. Please, no, not him, anyone but him.
"Je suis desole...." He grit his teeth before his eyes became completely red. Unable to stop anymore, he lunged at the professor.
Sycamore looked confused. Sorry? There was nothing for Rory to be sorry about. "What do y--?" He was cut off as he suddenly found himself on the ground, hitting his head and causing a hiss of pain to escape him.
He saw the red in the Charizard's eyes. He could feel fear creep into his stomach, wondering what was going on, and not being able to find any answers.
[✂❤] He rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Well, considering I’m a short stack of pudge, I’m not exactly built for it either, so I wouldn’t worry about that.” He smirked before signing to Gardevoir to teleport the couch. As he signed, the Pokémon nodded, sitting down on the couch as a white light enveloped the couch and said Pokémon before vanishing, “I’ll keep that in mind before I use it. Now I’ve just gotta try and stop Lilium from chewing it. Got any ideas about that?”
"So, it's settled; neither of us are suited for heavy lifting anytime in the foreseeable future." He laughed, raising a hand to lightly cover his mouth as he did so. After he calmed down, his eyes grew thoughtful, pondering Lysandre inquiry. "Well, I can't say I really do." He had trouble taking care of little starters, he wasn't really sure if he was the best to ask about a full grown lion. "You could try spritzing him with water. You know, put it in one of those spray bottles." It was a thought.
[ooc; *spITSOUTDRINKBECAUSEIHADTWOASKINMYINBOXWHYDIDN'TTUMBLRTELLME>T]
Rory snarled, frustrated by the professor’s lack of cooperation. With an act of desperation, he used the last of his…or rather, what he thought was his control to slap him away.
"PLEASE, you’re not safe!" He cried, terrified at himself. It was like a nightmare to him. Was this enough for what they’d call an attack? No…he still couldn’t control his muscles.
Sycamore took an involuntary step back at Rory's snapping, only growing more worried by the minute. He reached out once more, though stopped, pulling his hand back.
The worry in his eyes were slightly eroded with hurt, reminded of when Rory was younger, first given away. How he would get mad at Sycamore. His hand came to rest at his side once more.
"Je ne partirai...."
[✂❤] “I was talking about the weather, silly. I’ve been fine; not perfect, but fine nonetheless.” The other didn’t need to know about the seizures, that’s for sure. Seeing the couch, he took a Pokéball out of his pocket and released the Gardevoir inside, the Pokémon looking at the professor before looking at Lysandre.
"I think we should let Void handle this from here. It would be a pain trying to get it to Snowbelle by hand, wouldn’t you agree?"
He looked at Lysandre a bit before giving a nod. He turned his attention to the Pokemon, a light smile on his face. "I think that would probably be better. After all, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly built for heavy lifting." A laugh escaped him, scratching the back of his head.
"I'm glad you're pleased with it at least. Though, it probably needs a bit of a dusting before you use it. I'm....not exactly sure how long it's been in here."
"No, no..." Not yet, he wanted to say. Red began to take his eyes again, blue fading to purple. "Please go...I c-can't move..."
Sycamore gave a firm shake of his head. "No. Not while you're like this." He wasn't just going to walk away from him and leave him there. He'd do what he could to find out what was wrong.
[✂❤] “Well, I’m not gonna let you go unrewarded, that’s for sure.” He nudged the professor gently, continuing to snicker before looking up ahead with Augustine, smiling warmly, “Ah, that was a quick walk. It was pretty nice though, don’t you agree? It’s been surprisingly nice for it being mainly miserable this week.”
Sycamore's eyebrows knitted together as he unlocked the door, turning back to Lysandre as he pushed it open. "Miserable? Well, I'm glad for be able to brighten it up a bit, though I wish I'd known things hadn't been going so well earlier. I would've tried to help." He found what they were searching for in a back corner, walking over to it. "I hope it's alright for you."
[✂❤] “Ah, sorry. Forgot to warn you there, heh…” He gave a nervous laugh before continuing to speed walk, listening to the other talk intently, “Well, I’d still like to give something in return…I don’t really know what I could give you, though.” Tapping his chin in thought, he went quiet before smiling, “I’ll think of something eventually~”
"It's quite alright." Sycamore reassured him, smiling widely. A small shake of his head was given. "I really don't need anything, but I can tell I'm not going to be able to steer you away from this, am I?" The professor let out a playful sigh, spotting the storage units up ahead. "Ah, we're here."
[✂❤] “Okie dokie lokie!” He smiled, grabbing Sycamore’s hand gently and running in front of him, dragging the professor with him, “Let’s go then!~ I owe you big time for this.”
He didn't expect to be pulled so suddenly, almost tripping over his own feet before matching pace with the other. "Oh, no. You don't owe me anything, trust me. Just glad to help. Besides, the couch is just sitting there. At least it can be put to use now."
[✂❤] “Oooo, really?” He bounced on the spot slightly before nodding, beaming before giving the man a one-armed hug, “Thanks, you nerdy tree. I know I could count on you~ Let’s go get it now then!”
"You're welcome, Lysandre." He checked his pockets to make sure he had the keys, heading out the door. "Okay, it's just a few blocks away." Sycamore half murmured to himself, half informed Lysandre.
[✂❤] “Ah, well, there’s no rush for it. It’s just since Lilium kinda destroyed mine. Separation anxiety and stuff…” He waved his hand dismissively before patting the professor’s back, “But I really do appreciate it!~”
"I wouldn't want to keep you waiting on it though." A light chuckle escaped him. "Let me go find those two; I'll be right back." He held up a finger before heading off, returning a few minutes later. "It's in storage, apparently. If you want, we can go get it now."
