hi. no pda near the subway please :) thanks
"Oh! Well, apparently PDA pushes me a little closer to the tracks each time I do it, who would've thought? This is a real risk, you know. No wonder you're worried! Thanks, kid."

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hi. no pda near the subway please :) thanks
"Oh! Well, apparently PDA pushes me a little closer to the tracks each time I do it, who would've thought? This is a real risk, you know. No wonder you're worried! Thanks, kid."
“you’re a detective? my brother was a missing person once.” emmet learns she’s a detective and immediately trauma dumps on her. it’s ok he’s fine now don’t even worry about it.
“ oh! well... ” her smile, for all its warmth and sympathy, strains a bit for a moment, but emma quickly reorients herself. “ was? as in he’s not anymore? that’s good—though i’m sorry that it happened at all. family is important, isn’t it? i don’t know what i’d do without mine. so i’m glad you have him back. ”
⠀well at least emmet accepted the granola bar because the only other thing in his pocket on a good day is a blunt
"...i think there's something wrong with your bisharp." his tone was flat but his smile was a bit lopsided in obvious concern. he didn't know what was wrong with it but that could NOT be normal. ( silly giacomo ask for u. 30 or 40 something year old man who absolutely does NOT know bisharp has an evolution. i have a crispin one i need to send too but im too sleepy rn. )
❝ dude, what? ❞ one dark eyebrow tilts up, his own crooked smile faltering. Giacomo's hand hovers over the keys of his open laptop, which balances with practiced ease on his opposite palm and forearm. did he hear that right? bisharp?
the DJ is certain that the pokemon that presides by his side looks nothing like a bisharp. King is much taller ( even in its seated position ), broader in stature, and overall exuding an aura of crushing, commanding force. not to mention the big ass blade that extended upwards from its head.
❝ there's nothing wrong with my Kingambit. ❞ heavy emphasis is placed on the correct species name. ❝ are you blind? ❞
rude. unnecessary. it had been a long flight. ( he's on edge. )
@downtrain - unprompted ( always accepting )
Sibling Hugs
Decidedto color the art of Bee hugging Emmet ( @downtrain ) !
I love how this turned out!
(( this is insanely fucked up btw ))
what if i DO want to battle
"If I don't get in trouble like last time with the safety test..."
@downtrain asked: "how much-" looking chili dead in the eyes and pointing at a pastry with absolutely zero further context.
"How much what?" Chili looks over at the pastry he had made earlier. The other probably wanted to buy it, but... He kinda wanted to eat it himself. "'s not for sale." He said, like a liar, as the pastry was the last one of its kind left on the surface of his portable stall. He sold pastries more often when he wasn't battling, and had the license for it and everything.