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[I KNOW ITâS FUCKING THREE A.M.BUT ON THE MORTY AND GRIMSLEY TAG THERE IS FUCKING SHIP ART IâM CRYING I CANâT LINK BC MOBILE BUT PLS PLS LOOK AND RATE IâM SCREAMING ITS BEAUTIFUL THEREâS NEVER ART BUT ITâS SO GOOD]
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=51336007 I love them with every fiber of my being
{so...I know I havenât been active and I feel like thereâs probably only 2-3 people who care but...due to my mental health and busy life...Iâve been debating going mostly private. Iâm not going to say like âI wonât ever rp with new peopleâ but I mean...who new is looking to rp with me anyways?
I love Morty and I love my threads, but private seems to be a better way of doing things.}
âBecaaaaaaaause. Because. Need to not chicken out. For work.â
Noir sighed and shot Morty an apologetic glance. Maybe heâd get the hint and let them stay the night.
âSo. So which way is Bell Tower?â
      Morty didnât know what it was that Poppy meant by work but whatever it was it was going to wait. Shaking his head the gym leader thought it over; Eusine wasnât in town, so his room was freeâŚ
      âThe bell tower isâŚthis way.â It was a blatant lie, but hopefully in her stupor she wouldnât notice. Giving Noir a nod, the blond led Poppy away from the tower with a hand to her backâhe wasnât going to risk someone falling through the flooring drunkâŚagain.
"Ah, itâsâŚless running and moreâŚnonlethal self defense?" It made badges out of the question but she had no interest in that. It made contests hard too - the team was more concerned with her and each othersâ safety than winning ribbons.
"We help injured wild ones tooâŚ" Both with Heal Pulse and her own power. And regular medicine.
      She helped wild pokemon as well? That wasâŚcute to put it simply. Something that he wished more people would do, in his honest opinion.
      âIt certainly sounds like an interesting way of doing thingsâany reason as to why that is orâŚwould you rather not share your secrets?â
Eep, he was asking questions and Poppy was mentally demanding to come inside. At least make one of them happy.Â
"Haha, heyâŚMortyâŚ.gym leader of EcruteakâŚare my Pokemon bothering you?" All of the nervous giggling. Do NOT call the cops, Morty, please. Even her ghosts has started to cower behind Noir, eyeing the others around them warily. Maybe Munmun should come out. Yes, thatâs a good idea. Munmun would come out - here she is - just in caseâŚ
"I can explain. Well, actually, no, I canât. THEY can explain." And she booted her pair of troublemakers in front of Morty.
      While not the strangest thing the seer had ever woken up to, the strange visit was certainly up there in terms of oddities. Staring from Poppy to her pokemon, the tired man just waited, still not sure he was actually awakeâŚbut the realization that he had been sleeping and was in fact in boxers and a shirt confirmed that this was in fact not a dream.
      ââŚIs this the sort of thing I should have pants on for becauseâŚIâd really like those right about now.â
                  Good Job Morty.
âItâs fine,â Volkner dismissed and shrugged his shoulders. âItâs been busy in Sunyshore too, so I understand. You have to look after the towers right? So, it isnât surprising. But you got any interesting trainers lately? Iâve had a few here and there lately.â
      âAh IâŚsuppose you could say that. Mostly Iâve been busy keeping people out of the burned towerâno matter how many signs I put up that it isnât safe, people want to go inside. You would think theyâd learn after all the stories of people falling.â Him included, but that wasnât something that anyone needed to know outside of those who were there for his silly blunde
Hands went firmly to her hips, squinting past the mist to try and see the friendly giant. Nope, too far, too thick. âHow come you donât got one by your lil platform?â Did he really make challengers walk all the way back? Rude.
Squinting to sharpen her gaze, eyes scanned what she assumed to be towards the direction of the entrance, only to be greeted by a big hunk of nothing. Good thing she had an idea, âAye, goldie locks! Wanna play marco polo? âCause I canât see squat down here!â
Was the mist flammable? There was the lighter she kept on her, but if it was just going to turn her into another gym decoration, sheâd rather not take the chance. âIâm gunna start waklin, so you start yellinâ, kay?â
      How did he have such a knack for getting the oddest guests from foreign leagues? At the very least she wasnât cursing him out or being unkind but he still would rather she didnât jump off the ledge. Sighing, the seer sat at the edge, feet dangling over as he debated following. He did have a hidden way up by his platform, but it was one he liked to keep a secret.
      âIf you like, I know the way down there like the back of my hand. I could join you.â At the very least then he could be sure that she wouldnât break anythingâŚor jump down immediately after. âItâs very safe down thereâjust filled with fog. Nothing special. Be careful though, I know a few of the loose ghosts like to rest in the fog. I wouldnât suggest bumping into one of them.
âI just never knew you called yourself that as well.â She responded, leaning back a bit. She watched his actions curiously. He seemed nervous about something. Hearing his question, she gave a quiet âahâ in realization. That explained his behavior. She thought a moment. Though it was native to Hoenn, she did know about the Pokemon, seeing as it was a Dark type and such.
Giving a shake of her head, she spoke up, âNo, of course not. While some people do like to train them to be guard dogs and such, they can be quite gentle if theyâre brought up right. Though of course that all depends on the trainer.â She explained, giving a smile as she sat up.
      At the very least her answer wasâŚsomewhat comforting. There was a way to keep the pokemon calmer than something like a dragon type butâŚ
      Some scars just run too deep for verbal reassurance, donât they?
      âI seeâŚso you are, Iâm assuming, one of those who has trained their pokemon well soâŚwould one brought up under your care be raised as a guard or would it be moreâŚgentle?â He tried to keep the curiosity seem as simple chatter, resisting the strong urge to tug and pull at his scarf in an attempt to calm his nerves but the seer ended up deciding such an action would voice his nervous disposition far too obviouslyâŚ
            âŚNot that he was doing a great job anyways.
âWhats wrong fake dad? Canât handle the truth?!â He did have toothpick arms. She didnât even have to look at his legs to know they looked exactly like her Torchics. âWell then prove it! Knock me out! Hit me!â
      âI am not going to hit you Flannery.â Honestly he wasnât sure what he did to deserve this. Perhaps he was an asshole in a past lifeâŚor perhaps in this one. âHonestly, I am not that weak. I do work out some. â
      By which he meant he jogs. Sometimes. Maybe. A little bit. Like once or twice a weekâŚor two.
Flannery wasnât gonna lie. Someone playing with her hair felt really good, for the most part she was just going to sit there an enjoy it, even if that meant losing her iconic ponytail.
âOh my god you did not just make an electric pun? Are you serious? Not even a ghost or fire pun?â She reached down and pulled a brush out of her backpack, handing it over to him. âBe gentle okay? And donât get too crazy with my new look.âÂ
      âWell I have to keep you on your toes somehow, donât I? Ghost and Fire was simply too obvious.â Besides, what good puns were there for ghost that had to do with hair? He was sure someone could think of one, but that person was not him.
      âFlan, your hair was crazy enough already. Anything I do will be tame in comparison.â Morty gave a little eye roll, still ensuring heâd be gentleâthat much he could agree on. Taking the brush, the seer shifted and held up the bunch of hair in a manner that prevented too much tugging.
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Agatha lifted her eyes from her book, setting it down at the table and grabbing her cane to support her as she got up. She wasnât expecting company, but then again, when did she? She walked to the door and tried to look through the looking glass, but alas, she fell short by a foot or two, but she wasnât left shrouded in mystery for long, she knew that voice anywhere.
âWhy Morty! Its a pleasure! Come in boy come in! Youâll catch your death standing outside!â She stepped aside to let him in, eyes falling to the pile of obscure items in his hand. âOut making deliveries? Being a gym leader not making enough money now-a-days?â
      The blond gave a grin, resisting the urge to lift the elder into an embraceâno need to get whacked by her gengar for being too rough with the old woman. Walking into the house with only a single pause to remove his shoes before handing the gift to the fellow ghost enthusiast.
       âOf course notâI brought you a gift. I figured youâd be the best person to thank on a holiday like this,â Morty chirped, eyes scanning for the familiar ghost that tend to be close by his âgrandmother.â âPlus, any excuse to visit is a good one, yes? Even Gym Leaders need time away from their cities.â
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      Often times Morty found his job to be a bit of a burden; there wasnât anything he got out of it other than the ability to scratch one more task off the list. Usually he was able to keep work and personal lives separate butâŚ
      Well every man has his day come. Eyes cast downward as his friend scolded him, the death bringerâs lips pressed into a fine line. Usually in such a case Morty would keep his face hidden and identity unknown but...Grim was his friend. His best friend and some nights his quick lover. It felt wrong to have such a cold goodbye.
      âWould you have truly believed me? Sure, Iâm a strange man with odd powers and a name that means death, but would you have believed me if I confessed?â There was no way to know how things would work outâhow Grim would handle it. He was a death fearing man and now is aware of just who Morty was.
            The irony wasnât lost on him in the slightest.
      âI donât like this you know. Youâve been one of the better friendsâmaybe the bestâIâve had in all my time. I felt nothing but displeasure in hiding this from you, but you must understand why I did it Grimsley. Either you would attempt to send me to an institution or you would have simply hated me even sooner.â Perhaps it was selfish butâŚ
                  Could he really be blamed for wanting to experience having a friend?
All Morty received in return for his oh do loving kisses was an eye roll. He was being ridiculous, and Grimsley was not about to reinforce such behavior. Perhaps if they meant more than they did, but this was nothing more than a night together, and the elite was too cynical to pretend it was anything but.
The dropped hand smacked the patting one lightly, brow furrowed. âIâm not fat,â he corrected with a hiss, already sitting himself up from across the seerâs legs. âI donât know, whereâd you kick them?â
      Snorting at the manâs insulted tone, the blond leaned back and shrugged. Grim couldnât have honestly expected him to remember could he? Resisting a frown at the sudden rush of absent warmth on his lap, Morty thought over the previous nightâs events.
      âIâm fairly certain they went somewhere by the dresserâŚor perhaps that was my shirt.â He didnât care either way, mood far too high for a drop to be caused by his friendâs lack of response to his affections. It wasnât anything serious anyways, just him taking the chance to enjoy sensations that usually arenât available to him.
      As well as a few sights, lips twitching as he watched the Elite get up from the bed once more.
âMorty, theyâre naive little kittens. You could run towards them with a knife and theyâll think its playtime.â Then again, who the hell would do such a thing? One hair disturbed on one of the babiesâ backs and theyâd have hell to pay. Good thing Morty already signaled heâd be cautions. Seems a few were still up, skittering towards the two while the rest stayed curled in their little pile of warmth. âFeel free to look through them all. Just watch where you step.â
      If he was honest, Morty hardly even heard a word Grim said to him, already mentally fawning over the kittens. He needed to learn more about dark types anyways, didnât he? Good to know oneâs weaknessâŚor something like that. He wasnât really thinking over battle strategies at the moment.
      âI like to think that all pokemon can figure out if they want to be with a trainerâeven the babies. Besides, gotta pick one with the best personality, right?â Squatting down, the blond gave a few of the kittens that approached some little scratches under their chins as he looked them over. This was not going to be an easy choice.
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Eusine squinted, not looking as if he appreciated Mortyâs scolding.
âIâm still alive, arenât I?â Clearly not understanding this was less of a matter of whether or not he was alive, and more so his health, Eusine folded his arms over his chest. âHalf is better than none, right?â He puffed out his cheeks. âBut Iâm finally back home! To spend time with you! I canât sleep in!â
      Some daysâŚSome days Morty was certain Eusine had never grown up after they turned 13. Shaking his head, the blond rubbed a hand over his face.
      âYes I suppose it is better than none, but you have to get why Iâm so worried Eus. Iâm not always going to be around to scold you and send you to bedââ he frowned, brows furrowing at the thought. In many ways, he could understand where his friendâs need to spend all the time they had togetherâŚbut he didnât want to encourage such poor health habits.
      âJustâŚpromise me an extra hour or two then, ok? No point in you being up if Iâm not anyways, right?â
