rp thread for @futureaxewtypegymleader
The cowboy glanced up and around, pausing and setting the rag of polish down. Blister makes an unhappy sound as he does so, and Constellation adjusts his bandana absently, looking around again to see if he could spot anyone lurking nearby. He presses a hand to the Rhyhorn's head soothingly in an absentminded motion.














