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[huntedeer]

sinbore replied to your post: True Position(?) “….Somehow, I feel as though I...

“…It’s not wrong.” - Noah

“You really think so, darling? I’m not so sure!”

[anxechoxinxhell]

sinbore replied to your post: What’s your true position? “ Well, would ya...

“Sounds like a lie to me~!” - Noah

“ I dunno, it sure sounds spot on to me! ”

[fieldknowledge]

@sinbore​ with N!

     In the Battle Factory, there was always something to do, even outside of operating hours!  Maintenance and upkeep, tending to the Pokemon, analysing the Swap Data from all of the visiting trainers...  It was more than just about challenging knowledge; it was about collecting and sorting it too!  It was never-ending, and so long as there were trainers passionate about Pokemon, it would remain that way...  

     Noland, accompanied by his Lotad which was clutching onto his hat, and his Mawile which kept up with him at his side, had finished locking up for the night.  Now, he was heading over to the Battle Tower, since he didn’t really feel like falling asleep at his desk and waking up to a cramped neck.  As he scrolled through a bright screen featuring data of all kinds, he took a bite out of the loaf of bread, the remnants of his lunch that he snacked on throughout the day...

     For a brief second, he looked up from the device, and saw a trainer wandering around...  Were they lost?  Doing his best to chew through the rest of his mouthful of food, he waved over to the person and called out to them.

     “Hey, hey, it’s getting late!  You ought to start heading home for the night.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

@sinbore​ said:  [ text ] –– the whiskey is fighting the tequila on who wants to be the one who ends my night first. - Noah

She felt the vibration in her back pocket and she stomped a foot down on the neck of the client who had stiffed the angel on his bill to keep him still as she responded.

[TXT]: Put them in their get along sweater [TXT]: The answer is always both

[huntedeer]

@sinbore​ said: Wings and arms wrap around the demon with a happy purr coming from him. Eyes half-lidded, face buried into his shoulder with a happy hum. "Darlin'~" He murmured, relaxing as he felt his partner's warmth against him for the first time in the day. "Are ya free fer a while? I wanna dote on ya fer a lil while."

The wings came first, then the arms; both equally warm and loving. He settled into the embrace with a sigh of contentment, hands moving to rest over Noah’s own. Warmth cloaked around him and blossomed in his chest, and his fingers carefully brushed over a few delicate feathers. This was love—he didn’t know how else to describe it other than calling it love, pure and simple. If he didn’t know better, Alastor would swear he had already found his personal heaven.

“Sweetheart....hello to you as well. I’m free, yes. What do you have in mind?”

[mcuntainbcrn]

@sinbore​ said:  “ even if it hurts, i can take it. ” - Noah

“Noah, if it hurts then I’m doing it wrong - it’s just a spinal readjustment.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

@sinbore​ said:  ‘stay for me.’ - Noah

“...I mean, I don’t mind spending more time with you, but it’s last call, so...we can’t stay here.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

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