More Mokurun art coming. Having an idea on how I will put Momo's friends inside the plot and how everything would change jajsajajkdj
I'm open to any suggestions for these two
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More Mokurun art coming. Having an idea on how I will put Momo's friends inside the plot and how everything would change jajsajajkdj
I'm open to any suggestions for these two
@mokuron - from here
Critias hurried into the Pokémon Center, holding his umbrella over the head of a Ponyta with a sock and bandages around one front leg. “Whew, we made it in time. Are you alright, Chase?” He folded the umbrella and put it aside to let it dry. The Ponyta whickered at him and nuzzled him, searching for treats in his pocket. He stopped it with a gentle tap on its nose. “No, no treats until I've changed your bandages. Oh, can you help me out?” he asked, looking at Mokuba as he said so.
@mokuron liked for a starter!
Shizuba, due to being ill most of the time, was one of those kids who never really turned up to school. Due to his long absence, there were rumours circulating the school of him being dead.
So when Shizuba turned up to school after months of being away, he was mistaken for a new student. Which... He wouldn’t blame anyone, since today technically was his first day. Funnily enough.
Once all the students were gathered, the somewhat timid boy made his way towards the board.
“My name... Is... Shizuba.”
He’d say as he wrote his kanji. His writing was neat to the point where it looked like printed text. He debated on whether he should crack a joke and say he’s not dead, but he swallowed those words.
Having nothing else to say, he looked at the teacher who pointed him to the empty desk beside Mokuba’s.
Shizuba isn’t used to talking to kids his age. This is super awkward. Once getting to his desk and setting his bag down, he offered Mokuba a shy smile.
“Hi, it’s n-nice to meet you. What’s your name?”