#flxgrxns

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                                                                flxgrxns

     What a headache. Bad moods aren’t normal for May, not by a long shot, but she’s certainly not feeling up to snuff today. Between finals coming up and her father nagging her all the while, it’s starting to get to her whether she wants it to or not; a person can only handle so much stress before it starts to show and evidently her breaking point is.... relatively close to where she is now.

     Which explains why the first thing the woman does upon returning to the shared room is flop over, face first, onto the couch and groan as loudly as she possibly can. About as mature as you’d expect, really.

[x--crimson-archived]

                                                                flxgrxns

     Cold.... still so cold. At the very least, May was faring a little better than day one now that she and Courtney had gone off and bought some decent clothes to accommodate Sinnoh’s climate but, still, it does nothing for the puffs of breath that linger in the air of the pink flush that settles over her face, from nose to cheeks to ears. 

     Today was less forgiving than the rest of the week--- wind is turning out to be a fearsome foe all in its own, one that sends shivers down her spine and settles a chill in the pit of her stomach. 

     Dreary silver hues spark back to life, however, at the sight of a purchase in the side of a mountain; if she was to assume correctly, that was the opening that would lead them inside of Mt. Coronet and, more importantly, send them along their way to Hearthome.

     “A-Ah.... h-hey....? D-D’ya think t-that’s it...?” She chatters out, a glance spared in Courtney’s direction. “W-We should c-check it out.... g-get outta t-this snow f-for a minute either way.... “

[rankingtwentysix]

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[fatevampyr]

flxgrxns:

“Considering we don’t know each other…I could say the same about you…and it would make little difference. I’m not sure why you felt like sharing.”

“True, but maybe you could end up proving your worth someday. Perhaps in the near future...”

[townmapping]

flxgrxns  

     This was... not the best situation to be in. Daisy Oak is the sort of person who commands attention wherever she is, whether she wants to or not and for better or worse. Today was just one of the more uncomfortable instances of such--- boys trying their luck and being a bit too persistent for her liking.

     When you turned people down, they were supposed to go away. Not follow you down the street.

     Another goading catcall. She hears it out of the corner of her ears but doesn’t dignify it with much of a response--- eyes focus forward, footsteps one after another as she tries not to let it perturb her. Boys being boys. That’s what this was. Don’t reward them with your attention.

     Of course, that’s out the window when a hand snags her wrist a little more roughly than she was comfortable with. “E-Excuse me!  Let go immediately!”

[mxuntaindweller-blog]

flxgrxns

He’s just standing there. Curious as to why the woman was wearing a hood that had horns on it. Was she cosplaying? Maybe that was why the outfit she wore reminded him of something...

He becomes lost in thought, and presumably doesn’t notice he’s still staring right at her.

[pyroclassist-archived]

They had been working on these files since early in the morning. Courtney’s help was something Maxie greatly appreciated, especially when he felt himself getting tired. Company awoke him, forced him to interact and speak a little -- making the sleepiness go away. Oh, it would come back when she’d leave, but this time, he would be able to allow himself some sleep. Work would have been done. However, he wasn’t blind. He had seen the bandages, and the markings that marred the admin’s otherwise pale skin.

“I trust these aren’t from mere paperwork, Courtney. A papercut, I would understand -- but that kind of thing would only require a band-aid.”