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@lightblind replied to your post: “Why IS pretty boy an insult? Fuck that, call me...

what’s a pretty boy

“...Well, You, if you took that helmet off.”

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@lightblind

  “ah! you smell alien! like something weird and new!” the dragon’s sense of smell spares none, it seems! friendly (too friendly?), it bounces forward like a pup, hands open and bright. “i like you already! what’s your name?” yep, too friendly. much too friendly. but this is how it is, this is how reshiram has made what few friends it has had over the years. perhaps it will find a new one here!

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lightblind replied to your post: Consider: Cyrus but he’s a heathen and eats pizza...

but does he like pineapple on pizza

Depends on if whoever is ordering has strong feelings about it.

[reconseaweed]

Amusement, Loneliness !

Tale of Two Muses | Drabble Meme | [ACCEPTING]

There was nothing quite like watching rain fall in Alola. As grey clouds took over the once rich sea of blue that gave the region its perfect weather, two uniformed men began to make their way out of Lush Jungle. It had been gloomy the whole day, as the wind was at a stand-still while the wildlife was tame with their calls of loneliness. A light mist clung to the air, then it gave way to the silent drizzle, pattering against the recon members’ white suits. The rain worsened as they trekked through the jungle, returning from a successful study on Lurantis.

“We should head back soon, there is no need to risk getting sick.”

“Yes, of course,” Chondrus replied, as he stepped over one of the fallen logs from last summer’s storm. His foot squelched in the developing mud, sliding his leg back as he leaned forward, landing face first in the cold earth. Mud cloaked his suit now, as well as his face. He looked as though he had left a masseuse mid-session.

Dulse was more concerned with his partner’s well-being, even going so far as to trot over, though there wasn’t a panicked look to him. Rather, a ghost of a smile tugged at the younger’s lips as Chondrus pulled himself up with a series of wet splunks.

He wiped his face and shook off his hand of the mud, “…I may need a shower, when we get back.”

“Perhaps the rain will do that for you,” Dulse answered with a hint of a smile as he helped Chondrus up. Chondrus was a deep blue and he wiped what mud off he could, sulking on their way back to the shared abode.

Dulse was right, even though he was secretly glad for that. All but a few stubborn flecks of mud were washed off of him, leaving his suit a creamy color by the time they arrived to the doorstep. He opened the white door, letting Dulse in first. Then he came in afterwards, squeaking noisily along the wooden floor. It was embarrassing, for his shoes to echo through the house, as though it were just him in it. After he had showered, dried off, and changed into more casual clothes, Chondrus fixed himself a cup of tapu cocoa, as well as one for the man that was sitting by the patio door, transfixed by the rain.

He wordlessly gave Dulse the other mug, then sipped on his own. He soaked in the shared silence between them, with only the rain on the other side speaking for the two. Chondrus licked at his lips, still staring at the water droplets that cascaded from the heavens, “Did we ever get rain like this?”

“Not for a long time, no.”

“What about what happens afterwards, the rainbows?”

“No.”

“And the sun showers?”

“We will never get those, Chondrus. Not now.”

He bowed his head, then spent the rest of their evening staring outside, watching Alola remind him just how different it was to have light, to have seasons and life bubbling around oneself. If Dulse were away, he would have buckled from the sight. Chondrus had not seen rain before, nor had he seen much else. None of their people have seen anything like it, or remotely close to it. There was nothing back where they were from, nothing for them to compare the weather to. It appeared that the rain did more than transfix the Recon members. It reminded them about how alone they were in Alola, a handful of people who had to rely on one another’s familiarity to make it through the foreign world. They had no one else to share their memories with but themselves, keeping their pasts alive and themselves intact. Chondrus wondered if living in Alola would have any impact on his current state of mind.

He took a long sip of his cocoa.

[trialcapt]

     this person... he stands out - from the way he’s dressed to the way he stares up into the night sky above them. he doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions... but ilima can’t help it - he’s curious. who wouldn’t be? perhaps this person is an actor of some sort...?

     “i bid you alola!” ilima smiles as he waves, walking over to stand by the man’s side. “my name is ilima - i’m the trial captain of this island. i hope i’m not interrupting you, but i must ask: are you in need of assistance?” /// ( @lightblind ♡ )

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random thought but. i miss @lightblind :’(