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dfndr:
“ Is terrifying ! “ The man couldn’t help but LOVE being in the company of his good old friend, the thought of Oba though, hugging a donkey or s o m e t h i n g was one of the silliest things he had ever seen. “ An ass, hugging an invisible ass, ya standards are getting higher. “
“No way. How’s that still terrifyin’ t’ya after all I did?!” and what was more he was still being called an ass. He moves in to playfully shove the other. “I ain’t n’ass. Yer the ass.”
dfndr:
Somehow, it was actually hilarious to watch his friend pretend to hug an invisible donkey. His lips curled into a slight smirk at the thought and he leant in to nudge and playfully punch the man. “ Ya such an ass. “
He releases a laugh, loud and filled with amusement. He returns the punch with one of his own, shaking his head. “Nah man, I’m just here t’show ya a perfect demonstration. Now how’s that mental image treatin’ ya?”
dfndr:
“ Easy huh ?Prove it, I ain’t see no one be huggin’ no donkeys. “ It was actually somewhat easy for Denzi to hug Oba, but this kind of exchange was rather common between them.
“Does it look like a donkey’s nearby? ‘Nyway ya just sit on it and wrap yer arms around its neck. Or ya can do it standin’ too. They ain’t picky about it.” He goes through with the motions, pretending he’s hugging a donkey that’s not there as if Volkner needs a demonstration on how to do it. He’s spelling it out for him, plain and simple.
dfndr:
“ Why mustyaalways do this t’ me bro ? I can hug a donkey like I hug you, wiv lotsa difficulty. “
“Hey! What gives? I ain’t done nothin’t’deserve this kinda treatment! N’it’s easy to hug a donkey. Not my fault ya struggle with somethin’ as simple as that!”
dfndr:
“I end up with so many hangovers, so many bruises, HOW AM I GUNNA UNSEE THIS DAMNED RABBIT HORSE !?I don’t need that thought, I cannot hug a damned donkey, so it cannot be a rabbit. “
“That’s th’point, Volk. Ya ain’t gonna unsee it because that’s how it is. And whaddya mean, you can totally still hug it!”
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dfndr replied to your post: "Volk ya don't understand. Donkeys look like...
“ A nice….Mental…I am damaged because of you. ” The blond continued to stare at his friend, shocked at the thought.
“Damaged? Whaddya mean damaged? They really do look like rabbit horses. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that!”
"Volk ya don't understand. Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
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“ …..Thanks Flint, I ain’t NEVER gonna unsee that now; I am just going to see all those things as Buneary, Ponyta’s now…..Fuck. “
“Yer welcome!” He gives him a thumbs up and his most charming grin. He feels as if he’s done his best friend a service. His work here is done but what’s with that unappreciative look? Oh well, it’s completely lost on him! “Sure leaves a nice mental image if ya ask me!”
After spending Christmas day with Volkner, who insisted that he hadn't bothered to get anything for him. When he got home, Flint would find a gift left for him on his doorstep. Inside was an electronic photo frame, already set up with countless photos of their journey together.
It doesn’t bother him when Volkner tells him he hasn’t gotten him anything. Ok, so maybe he’s a litttle disappointed he won’t be getting to open a present from his best friend, but he can’t hold it against Volkner. So when he makes it up the steps to his house he nearly kicks the damn thing, let’s out a startled grunt as he twists and maneuvers to keep from crushing it underfoot.
“Ya know for a really tiny package you sure coulda caused a lotttaaaa problems,” he says as he stoops to pick it up, giving it a good few shakes to try to figure out what’s inside it.
It does little good to identify just what’s inside but it still feels good to do. Impatient as he already is to figure it all out he stuffs it under his arm, fishes out his keys from his pocket and heads inside. Already he’s eagerly pulling away at wrapping paper and once he gets that and the lid of the box off he’s met with the gift itself. A photo frame? As if realizing how fragile it is he carefully picks it up, turns it on and instantly knows who it’s from.
“You really got me somethin’ after all!” He laughs, all disappointment fading away with it. He let’s the photos flick past, each picture bringing with it memory after memory and with it there was an ache of nostalgia and a fondness for times passed. His grin softens into a smile and suddenly he feels the sting of something foreign in the corner of his eyes. Furiously he rubs at his eyes, pauses long enough to grab his phone to dial up the man of the hour.
“Volk y’better answer or I’m marching my ass back down to Sunyshore t’find ya.”
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➤ Independent semi-selective Flint. ➤ OC and ginjinka friendly. ➤ Written by Aya.
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Oncoming Storm || Volkner & Flint
The sky rumbles and roils as if in ire over Sunyshore. By the time the sound of flip flops slap against warped wooden steps lightning lances across the sky and before thunder can chase behind it a sharp whistle sounds in its stead. It’s going to be a nasty storm and Flint counts himself lucky to get to Volkner’s place in time.
“Volk’s gonna love this one,” he grins up at a darkening sky, lets the first few heavy drops of rain hit his face before he shifts the bag he’s carrying to his other hand so that he can find the keys to his place in his pants pocket.
Lucky for him he’s not misplaced it this time, though as he opens the door and sounds the alarm that he’s there. Loud n’proud he announces himself, a ‘Yo, Volk’ carrying out into the dark house. When he gets no response he groans, wonders if he’s going to accidentally step on the guy because he’s too damn lazy to turn the lights on and instead ends up banging his knee against the couch. He hisses and curses, thunder booms and lightning cracks and once he finds a nearby lamp to get some freaking light it doesn’t take him long to figure out Volkner’s not there.
Great. He expels a disappointed note, runs a hand through his hair and taps his foot in thought. He knows now he should have called because chances are Volkner’s at his gym and there’s no way in hell he’s going to make the trek over there while it’s raining Glameows and Luxrays. Geez, when did it start pouring, anyway?
Impatient glances are tossed at the door and after fifteen minutes pass that feel like an hour he fishes his Pokétch from his pocket. He’s about to send Volkner a series of texts when he hears someone at the door. He twists around on the couch, his face lighting up when he sees the man of the hour pushing the door open.
“Well, well, look who it is!” he lifts his bag of spoils probably containing all their favorite foods, hoping a combination of getting to see his lovely face and it will get that sour puss look off his face. “I was in town so I thought I’d swing by. Didn’t know it was supposed t’rain though you must be in heaven right now!”
He isn’t about to tell Volkner he came by just to see him.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015
Memories ||
It was the day they both knew. The one Flint took off every year and had since Buck could remember. Gramps would brush off his shirt and straighten the teen’s shoulders before embracing the bothers one after the other. Then they would collect flowers and move towards the cemetery. It was supposed to be a family trip and Flint kept it lively enough, even Gramps cracked a few jokes… But there was always that tinge underneath it. The truth of the journey.
Two identical plots jutted against a landscape of graves. The family name inscribed with professional incision. The old man said a few words, spoke about the business, his grandchildren… The landscape of Stark Mountain. How proud he was that Buck had decided to stay and succeed him. Shortly after his spiel he told the two he’d wait by the car until they were done.
It was silent when he made it out of sight, and the older brother seemed uncomfortable with it…. So Buck spoke first.
“I don’t remember moms face anymore… Why… Did you decide to become an Elite Four member? I know Gramps can be strict sometimes but… Was it so important… You had to leave?”
“I’m leaving for a few days,” that’s how it always starts and with his back to Cynthia and the others he lifts his arm up high in a parting wave. It always happens like this, always around the same time and for days he disappears.
It takes time before he shows up at their grandfather's door step with a grin on his face, jokes at the ready. He acts like it’s going to be a normal outing, a family trip-- as if they have any of those-- but it always ends the same. They always ended up there. No hugs, smiles, or laughs can change the fact that their parents are gone; their tombstones pronounce it in elegant scrawl and like always it leaves him hallow. It shouldn’t because it’s been so long, but it does. He wishes it didn’t ache, wishes it didn’t have to be this way, but it is what it is. That’s why, for the both of him, he keeps it to himself and acts like nothing in the world can bother him.
Buck sees through it, though and speaks up over the quiet between them. “I don’t remember moms face anymore… Why… Did you decide to become an Elite Four member? I know Gramps can be strict sometimes but… Was it so important… You had to leave?” He shoves his hands in his pockets by the end of it, steely hues impossible to gauge as he stares at his mother’s grave, but his jaw sets and his shoulders tense. Buck’s never wanted to know why and of all days to ask was it really a good time? He wants to get mad about it, but the graves before him quell the quip; he let’s it die in his throat.
We’ve got old videos, pictures, the works, he wants to say, but even he knows he can’t look at them. He’s not forgotten his mother or father’s face but their voices? Those are long gone he’s sure, the one’s he hears from memory a facade. He finds he can’t tell Buck that either, not when he’s the oldest, not when he got to spend a lot more time with them.
“Askin’ the tough questions today, huh kiddo?” He finally starts, finally glances over at his short stack of a brother. “It’s like askin’ why I decided t’train fire types--” a whim, Volkner would say, “--it felt like it was the right thing t’do.” he pulls his hand from his pocket, slips his fingers up into tuffs of fluffy red hair.
How else can he describe it? The battle against the elite that came to town was something else. He’d never felt like that before. The rush, the challenge, the satisfaction of getting to win, getting to face off against trainer’s like that all the time-- and all of them coming to face him. Prepared, knowing his team in advance while he was in the dark about it all. It felt right... it felt like the spark he was looking for. Even if his grandfather was still sour about it and even, worst of all, if it meant leaving Buck and Volkner behind. They seemed to understand though.
“It has nothin’ ta do with gramps, though. It wasn’t easy leavin, either.” all the same he casts Buck a grin as he rests his hands behind his head. “Good thing ‘bout being an Elite though is that I get t’come back allllll th’time to pester ya, right?” If there’s something wrong, he certainly doesn’t pick up on it. Hell, he seems oblivious to the fact that he’s not around as much as he thinks he is.
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Does Dahlia rustle your jimmies?
“Dahlia? No way!! She’s cool-- the PB to my J! Doesn’t get much better than that! Why, you jelly?” He throws his head back in laughter, even goes as far as to slap his knee. He thinks he’s funny. Hilarious. A real comedian.
