@pidgeyatto / @245s
" I've got two hands to hold, no need to fight over them! "
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@pidgeyatto / @245s
" I've got two hands to hold, no need to fight over them! "
so close and yet
"Dude... DAMN alright that's a lot closer than I anticipated!" There is a brief pause.
"if you cook me tomorrow's lunchbox, I will take this as a bingo. How about that?"
PLOTS meme chinhands and winks
PLEASE I NEED.....MORE THREADS WITH THEM
my mind goes to flashback threads. when did they meet. how long have they known each other. what sort of nonsense did they used to get up to. i'm dying to know who got them into trouble more.
for modern plots, there's the whole entei situation. you wanna go to the ruins??? and / or do you want to come rescue matsuba from the ruins when something inevitably goes wrong. because thats how things go.
i love these two and have for a long time and have many ideas for them
plotting time.
' ma~tsu~baaa~! ' he chimes, as he hands over a medium to small sized gift box, decorated in ghost type wrapping paper and a purple bow on top. in the box is a blown glass statue of oh-ho. the figure was mostly a burnt amber color as the wings would fade more into a iridescent sheen. the oh-ho's sat within a nest, with the same amber coloring. also in the box was a very plush and fluffy dark purple blanket with phantump and pumpkaboo pattering it.
' happy birthday! '
Appearing like he's been blown in by the wind, Eusine is a welcome surprise. Matsuba's glad he knows the way into the estate without running into the others -- he's exhausted after being around people all day.
He's careful with the statue once it's unwrapped, his eyes wide at the look of it. The blown glass is delicate, but sturdy enough he doesn't feel like it's going to fall apart in his hands. The light catches on the wings, shining iridescent through the rainbow if he turns it the right way.
There's a spot made for it on his shelf, among the newest collection of Rattata bones and a vase of bright flowers. The blanket gets dragged around his shoulders as a comfort sensation.
"Thank you, Eusine. It's been an eventful day -- I'm not used to so much attention."
' mat~su~ba~! ' if eusine had a tail it would be wagging in excitement, he has spent a good while refocusing entei as his new research study, and he's proudly showing off two 1tb thumb drives. his clothes and looks just reek of forest, his cape damaged slightly from a little burning that he will probably gloss over if asked, and having not done his usual routine before heading into town, too busy consumed with the motive of returning information to matsuba. he's going right back into the woods anyway, why waste time? ' here is everything i was able to gather on the entei, and a couple of old files and documents from before. it's the one that's been stalking around the ruins, that one, i put in a detailed map of it travel pattern, eating habits, behavioral patterns--' he's counting them off on his fingers one by one as if it helps him remember in detail. ' there's a lot more in there. '
"Whoa, look at all this. I don't even know if my laptop is formatted to load this kind of data."
He's smiling as he says it, tucking the thumb drives into a safe spot on his coat, listening to Eusine list off the information he's managed to find. Who else would be better suited to tracking any of the Legendary beasts but Eusine, who'd spent most of his life doing so?
The smile that breaks on Matsuba's face is a broader grin than he normally wears, pride at his best friend and excitement in the next step of his research running deep through him.
"Thank you. Really and truly -- I couldn't have done this without your help. I think I'm going to go look around the ruins once I get permission from the dig crew, and I'll send you anything interesting I find that isn't already in here, alright?"
He's about as prepared as he can be -- so soon, he'd be making the delve.
đź‘»- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
“… kabutops still freak me out.
The only ones who actually know about the whole … Jax incident, like, really know about it? Boss, Plumes, Dosh, an’ Pops. I didn’t tell anyone else that Jax sent out his kabutops to attack me.
I still have nightmares about it. I know … I know it’s — it’s stupid. But I can’t help it.”
' give me your hand. let me look at it. '
"It's not that serious."
He holds his hand out to Eusine, turning his hand palm-up so the other could check him over. He had taken a tumble in the Burned Tower, reaching out to catch himself on a beam that had cracked and broken when he did. Luckily it wasn't a long or serious fall, but he had cut his hand when he fell that bled sluggishly now.
"I can stop by the Center when we leave and I'll be fine. My pride hurts more than any bumps or scrapes. . .I haven't fallen like that since I was a kid. Guess this place is starting to deteriorate even more."
patching up.
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Send 📼 to see an early childhood memory of my muse’s
You are seven and crouched at the lip of the ocean. The sand gets between your toes but you don’t really mind it. You watch, entranced, as the waves push forward and brush over your feet.
You’ve been in Alola for a while. The summer you were supposed to spend here has come and gone, but you’re still here… you’re still waiting. Rocky wags his tail at your side as you pick up a nearby stick, and you poke it into the wet sand and drag.
“You know,” you tell him, quiet, green eyes squinting in concentration as your arm moves, “I bet they’re coming any day now. Any day. And I’ll get to take you with me and we could go home. I bet Renji would like you. I bet even mama would love you too.”
A pause; you frown at the crude drawing of the cake you’ve etched in the sand.
“Happy birthday to me…happy birthday to me… happy birthday dear Ree… happy birthday to me.”