#natiivus

[graytruth-blog]

☁ natiivus

🌁 ❝ You ought to keep a better eye on that             organization of yours... seriously! ❞

        Black releases Lavender, a Musharna, from his Poké Ball,         leaving him plenty of room to float calmly over his         friend's head. Black turns to the psychic-type, gazing         at a rather prominent bruise on his head received from         Team Plasma's beatings. He wonders how N will be able         to explain that. Lavender understands what Black is         trying to convey to N, and begins to describe the scene         as he remembers it.

      ❝ My friend here was beaten by members of your             organization for his Dream Mist... how can             you possibly support people like that? ❞

        Black wants so badly to believe that N wants to separate         Pokémon from humans out of the kindness of his own heart.         But everything else he's experienced until this point makes         him wonder if Team Plasma is really who they say they are-         as their actions contradict their message.

[unepetitepavementprincess]

natiivus 

“You do know Christmas isn’t for like, five months.   Isn’t it a little early to be getting so festive?”

[shiirakeru]

                               { I have to braid natiivus‘ hair }

    Such words provoke a hiked eyebrow in response – she has to? It’s not uncommon for small children to ask to touch his hair and the like, but for a grown woman to so brashly say that she wanted to braid it… it was new. What can he expect from people from Kanto, though, he’s dealt with their oft self-assertive types far too many times to count.

    “I suppose you can, if you’re so inclined. I can’t stop you.”

“But you have to bend or sit down because you’re                   as big as a skyscraper!” Blue smiled, gloved fingers                  itching excitedly. Yes!! She gets to play with the stranger’s strange green hair!       Though his hair color really isn’t so uncommon, it is a treat       to meet someone with long, green hair! He could be one of       those cosplayers or whatever, she didn’t care, as long as        she could play with the hair.

[twofacedfoxx]

“Did you dunk your head into a can of green paint, or were you born cryin’ and screamin’ that way?” And what a gaudy shade of green, at that. If this guy was dying his hair like this, Fox would have to give him a few tips on the right colors to choose. ... Hey, this guy looked kinda familiar, too. Brows furrowing, eyes squinting in concentration, Fox leaned in closer, disregarding personal space as he tried to get a better read. “What’s yer name?”