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@okirami
[☆] — "As far as knowin’ the area that’s never something’ I said and if I’d did, I’d gladly tell ya direction to walk off the nearest cliff and possibly go drown yourself.”
Despite the flattery that would normally please her and open up an invitation to possibly sharing a bed later on, this person had gotten on her bad side. Quick. First he tried to pick pocket her and when she happened to run into him again a few hours later, he was trying to offer her a drink and hope to smooth things over.
She didn’t like his type.
[☆] — "If ya think a free drink is gonna make me forgive someone who tried to pick-pocket me, then ya’ve got the wrong girl. I ain’t gonna be easily swayed by a couple of sweet words and a handsome face.”
"Ah, but at least you agree that I'm handsome?" Would a few jokes lighten her up? Likely not, no, but he wouldn't be one to give up so easily. It was all apart of the game, of course!
"I don't expect you to forgive me, of course -- I only wish to make this up to you. I only wish to be the gentleman I want you to see me as! It was rather impolite of me to do so earlier, but you see, my partner is one to wear a multitude of wigs, and I'd expected her to be you when you'd been waiting in our spot. The pocket bit, I was reaching for the normal place she keeps her phone, you see---
"Ah, but it's rude of me to attempt to excuse this. Please, dinner and a few drinks, it's all I ask. I'll be sure to pace myself out of your life directly afterward, if that if what you so wish. How does it sound?"
"Mademoiselle, I feel as though we've gotten off to a bad start, yes? Correct me if I'm mistaken, but didn't you mention you were familiar with this area?"
No, of course she didn't, but the raised eyebrows and sway of his step gave light that he likely had no idea what was spouting past that mouth of his. A rough start, indeed -- halfway between hatred and a stranger, five parts fucked up royally -- but she was a challenge.
And he was the master at this game, after all.
"Might I make it up to you with a drink? Entirely from my own pocket, of course -- I'd just hate to have left such a beautiful face go on such a... ah, inappropriate note."
If you roleplay a ship with me,
You will get—- Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. [if you want] As much action as I can mange. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.
As much as it pains me to do so, my mental health and personal feelings have been quickly declining recently, and attempting to drown myself in roleplay just isn’t working.
I have deleted kotoneitup (my Kotone), faidoru (my self-insert) and tohime (my Hilda) as of right now, and plan to delete adiverge and kudamo.
okirami (my au Xavier) has just began, but I will be placing him on hiatus until my Yvonne comes. blissiour (Beta-Blue) and revenanter (Vampire Kuro) will be placed on a semi-hiatus.
As for the remaining three — megadrains (My Leaf and main roleplay blog), torabaru (PMD2 Protag), and abelline (recently remade Bianca — formerly Bellemi), they will still remain active, as they are either new or I just cannot bring myself to give up the muse.
There’s another blog I’ve promised a friend that I will make, but she will likely be more suitably private to rayna and other close friends of mine. I’m sorry, this is just something I needed to do. I hope you all can understand.
✕ || Headcanon.
He couldn't admit it for the world, but where Yvonne would one-up him on the stealing game, he one-ups her when it comes to feeling compassion. He can try his best not to, but like it or not, Xavier cares about people. Evident in the way he panicked after having had abandoned her, and how he'd considered talking her out of Team Flare for her own safety -- it may take a bit, but there's always that feeling of remorse in his the back of his mind. 'I can't hurt them, they might have a family', 'Maybe I shouldn't take all the money', and so on.
He was simply raised correctly. He may have gotten everything he wanted and became selfish, but he also knew to give his less fortunate friends the things they wanted, on occasion. It's a weakness of his -- utter regret and worry.
"Pardon, but hmm---don't I know you from somewhere?"
[☆] — "Just how many people do you know with gradient hair like myself pal?”
She was not buying it and her grip only tightened down on his wrist.
[☆] — "So now ya better give me the truth or your gonna get cuffed.”
"Well---" A strained syllable, teeth clenched and smile made up of one part forced, 99 parts pure, actual, hesitance in what might have been a worthy departure. He's taken bullets, stabs, strangulation---
---But shit, her grip was deathly.
"...To be perfectly fair, the gym leader of Azelea has purple hair, and let's not... eh--heh, let's not forget the major... major population or Unova---"
Eyes narrowed unhappily, not at all believing the stranger’s words as the heir shifted to create some distance between them. No, he absolutely isn’t going to let that happen again.
“Whatever your excuse is, don’t touch me like that again.
Are we CLEAR ?”
What are the words that spring to his mind?
Prude.
Menace.
Tedious.
But oh, what a shame, what a damn shame he'd have to abide (for now), to the unspoken rule of death by the red terror, should another hand travel anywhere but his own space. Understandable, ever so understandable. Certainly hasn't been the first, nor will it be the last time such a stranger would strangle him with a gaze alone -- but oh.
The stakes made it all the more thrilling.
"Clear as day, capt'n. Wanna let me make it up to you?"
Casually locks digits around wrist, pulling it until they were within their line of sight.
[☆] — "Wanna run what the fuck you’re doin’ by me?"
Well, he certainly is slipping today.
"...Ah, You don't seem to be the one I was waiting for--"
As per noted by the vice grip close to breaking him.
"--You'll have to excuse me, Madam."
Respectively, a hand reacts ‘pon feeling the action, fingers latching around the stranger’s wrist and jerking it up out of his pocket.
”Don’t do that again.”
Ooh, feisty.
"---...My apologies." Hands up, palms out (like it was defensive; no weapons on me), yet an eyebrow twitched upward ever so slightly in return. "Seems I mistook you for someone else."
Idly slips a hand into the stranger's pocket, eyes elsewhere and feigning all sorts of innocence.
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
“…On my planet? Is this not yours as well?”
Well, he knew his looks were out of this world, but this was just ridiculous. No, scratch that; arguing with a pile of scrap was ridiculous. Honestly.
“You seem to need repairs, robot. Fetch the attention of someone who needs a drool bucket emptied on the hour instead, maybe they’d find you half as enticing a conversation piece.”
I have dived into pokemon hell and I can’t get up