☾ — ◦ ❈「 frantic breaths escape the trainer as they run out into the street from the shop . they turn the corner , almost slipping from the sudden change of course . there’s commotion behind them & ruuska doesn’t understand why there is one . they press their back against the wall of an alley to catch their breath . their gastly croons behind them , letting them know that it’s safe to rest . they look tentatively at their pokemon before staring at the baked sweet they had in their hands . a cinnamon roll wrapped in a strange shell . with a whine , they try to take a bite but their teeth can’t make it through the shell . they whine again , this time with tears forming in the corner of their eyes . gastly makes a low guttural noise , alerting ruuska that someone’s nearby . they stop trying to break through the shell & with a defeated expression , run up to the passerby . ❝ r - ruuska doesn’t know how to get the cinnamon roll out of its shell . h - help ruuska , please , ❞ they say slowly , swallowing their jagged pride . it’s obvious it took a lot of effort to do so , as their eyes continue to brim with tears . they hold the mangled cinnamon roll out . 」