ah, ALOLA. wandering the foggy route leading up to PO TOWN, the young dark-type gym leader & LEADER of TEAM YELL walks — parasol in hand — to find her recently met yet still closest companion. unprompted // always acc. —— @ninsixty.
gladion has no reason to be here, but he’d felt he needed to be, somehow. po town means nothing to him, it never has. a hand strokes the firm fur of his synthetic companion before hearing the sound of steps approaching from down the route. the blond turns, eyes catching his dramatic-looking [ friend? is she his friend? ] as she enters the scene with the energy of about one dying lightbulb. he likes it. she’s not loud, or overwhelming, & it’s nice to have someone like that around. he catches himself smiling, only a bit, but he’d never admit it.
❛ marnie—— what are you doing here? you should— ❜ but he can’t even get the words out before silvally has interrupted him to start trying to lick the girl’s face. it’s always the biggest dogs that are the most bold, huh?
