#retrouvaiille

[bluebcnes]

retrouvaiille replied to your post: sorry for all the babbling i swear i’ll be able to...

HOPE YOU MISS ME, WISH YOU’D KISS ME, THEN YOU’D KNOW IIIII WORSHIP YOUUUUUUUUUUU

I’LL TRADE MY LIFE FOR YOURS, AND ONCE I DISAPPEEEEEEAR, CLEAN UP THE MESS DOWN HEEEEEEEERE

[aemulatus-blog]

[ ♕ ] @retrouvaiille liked for a starter!!

          There were times when he felt things would never quiet down, and other where time crawled slower than a stoned Slowpoke. Put simply, being a brand new professor wasn’t as GLAMOROUS as people would lead him to believe. Then again, he was at the heels of his grandfather at every moment. For an old guy verging nearly eighty, he didn’t slow down much. Between his own projects, his grandfather’s antics, and the corral --- he had his plate full. So, once he had a day of leisure, he took it for what it was worth.

          People had mentioned a little café not far from Pallet Town. Well, it was far enough away that it attracted his attention. For years, he spent his time between different professors’ labs and exploring the regions rather freely. Since the majority of his time was now centered around his ( tiny ) hometown, he enjoyed a breath of fresh air. Umbreon seemed to enjoy the adventure as well. She trotted alongside him with her eyes following the leaves blowing on the trees.

          He saw the edge of the building creeping up in the distance. It was a cute little thing, something out of the way though he knew for a fact that any trainer from here to Unova would be itching to get something to eat after a long day’s travel--- wait, were there trainers battling outside? A smirk crawled onto his face and he shook his head. He could see why it was so popular. His hands tucked into the pockets on his lab coat. He’d neglected to take it off before he’d left and had to laugh. He used to make fun of the old man for forgetting to take his coat off when he wasn’t working, but Oak was quick to remind him that a professor’s job never had a starting point or a finish line.

          That was reassuring. He had a job that never ended. It better take a hike for at least an hour or two because he was starving at this point. That, and a cup of coffee wouldn’t hurt either. He approached the area where two trainers were going head-to-head with each other and he glanced at their Pokémon --- a Combusken and a Woobat. Both these trainers weren’t from Kanto, that was for SURE. He adjusted his glasses and just kept walking to the door of the café, pushing it open to let Umbreon walk inside first.

          He slipped on over to the nearest table, talking in the soft atmosphere it left off. He’d spent a few years in Kalos and the vibe this place gave off was straight out of Lumoise City. The smell alone could tell him that. Leaning back in his seat as he plucked a menu off the table, he tilted his head. His suspicions were as close to factual as they were going to get. Umbreon sat next to him with her head at his knee. He reached down, scratching just behind her ears as he read. He missed Kalos, actually. Professor Sycamore was good to him and taught him plenty. Five years went by too quick. Exhaling in a sigh, he made a silent reminder to check in on him when he returned home.

[agxnisant]

"Don't leave." (finger guns from child dove ofc)

short and sweet || accepting@retrouvaiille​

    This caused the skeleton to stop in the doorway. He was just headed to give his monthly report to the boss and he didn’t expect to be stopped on his way there. But Sans could tell she really didn’t want him to go anywhere, so he figured he’d give in. Besides, he could just pass the papers to his brother and they’d get delivered in no time. 

    “alright, i ain’t goin’ nowhere, kiddo. what’s wrong?”

[ofabnormality-blog]

@retrouvaiille // one-liners

                     “ Don’t say things like that -- it’s embarrassing. ”

[tigeredteeth-blog]

@retrouvaiille

      "────it's.. hard to describe."

 "─you lose yourself, but you gain someone else. someone better. stronger.          it makes you feel... whole."

[alasthai]

@retrouvaiille

       “So hockey, hm? What made you get into playing? Have you always been good at it or was it something you had to pick up? What is Canada like? Would you consider going to someplace like, say, France perhaps? What is your favourite food? What colour would you like to see me in? How comfortable are you with dogs? How old are you? You said you have siblings, but how many exactly? Any cousins? If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? What about meeting a famous person, alive or dead? How do you feel about omnics? Will you teach me to ice skate?”

                              “Would you like to go out to dinner some time?”

                         “Hockey? I just grew up around it. I’d be most surprised if I DIDN’T get into it as much as I did.” Asher rolled his shoulders as he breezed over a very important point of how he came to love hockey. He’d be remorse to mention his late brother. “I’m a natural, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to put in the hours.” He chuckled --- ever the most humble person in the room. “You’ve never been to Canada? It’s nice. Well, Toronto’s nice. Quebec’s nice too, if you know where to go.” 

                         He tilted his head, “I’ve already visited France, but I’d go again. I know it’s probably pretty stereotypical, but I love poutine. I have a huge sweet tooth though so I love beaver tails and anything that combines dark chocolate and raspberries. I’d love to see you in dark blue, but that might just be a little self-indulgence. I have three dogs so I’d hope I was comfortable around them.” 

                         He cleared his throat with the next answer as he spoke the next answer, trying to hide it --- “I’m twenty.” He grinned innocently, “I have five siblings, mostly younger than me. I have a bunch of cousins that are probably way too many to count, but I’d have to guess in the two dozen range. I’d love to go to Russia someday and see a game there. I’d die to meet Lúcio Correia dos Santos or Auston Matthews, it’s a toss up. And I’d totally love to teach you how to skate!”

                         “Just give me a time and place --- I’ll see if I can clear my schedule.” He winked, smiling at her as he slipped an arm around her shoulder. He’d try his damnedest to make a date with her.