Vekpa @ Lief: HEY. I heard a RUMOR that one can be BOOTED from the SLEEPOVER if they cause TROUBLE… You think anyone here is a TROUBLEMAKER?
Lief had been standing over the snack bar, perhaps wondering how much of it he could stuff in his tail, when he jumped at Vepka's voice.
He whirled around to face the Solgaleo with a look of shock, before trying to be casual like he wasn't up to something right then.
Lief: "Uhhh... no? Nope. No trouble over here!"
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks shocked, or fearful. His eyes are especially wide and a couple of bullets are present on his face. He has a smile reminiscent of the “:3” emoticon, but combined with the former, it looks forced. End ID ]
Lief: "By the way, this isn't what it looks like. Uhh, none of that was what it looks like-"
Still being somewhat shaken up from just earlier, he found himself stammering over his words and slurring a series of half-baked excuses as he began attempting to explain himself.
Much too distracted with Vepka, he unknowingly created the perfect storm of being scared shitless by what happened next.
lustrous-dawn asked: Tora@Lief: The little Landorus was on the prowl. She smelled snacks. Berries. Her mouth watered as she stalked about, silent like the beast costume she wore. There. Her eyes locked on the prize. "BERRIES!" She exclaimed, pouncing the hybrid from the behind. "Gimme, gimme!" She latched on for dear life, searching for the would be berries she scented.
[ @lustrous-dawn ]
The scream he made upon being jumped from behind, one would think a child to have made that scream.
But alas, such a high-pitched, frightened wail could only come from a feral Pokemon whose only true fear in life was happening right this moment; just not in the way he thought.
Lief: "SWEET CREATOR OF GODS DON'T HURT ME-!"
He began dashing about on all fours and attempting to shake Tora off, not unlike a startled cat.
Lief: "GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF HOLY SHIT THAT HURTS"
He was moving about so erratically that yet again, the treats he stashed in his tail came tumbling loose. He was leaving behind a trail of berries where he ran.
All while he screamed an assortment of paranoid thoughts and ramblings in between him begging for Tora to let go.
Lief: "I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU POKEMON WANTED TO MAKE A SNACK OUT OF ME-!!"
