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[isolaradiale]

Whoops! icb i forgot that bit, but it should be set! with prior reserve i'd like to apply for piers from pokemon sword and shield? the app can be found under /app, thank you!

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Piers!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 315.

You will be able to keep your Obstagoon but currently, it will be in its starter form, Zigzagoon.

You will also be given a toy microphone with candy in it.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ capella!

[earngalar-a]

@spkemuth​ from --------- x.

Piers is really kind --- it’s almost funny.  He acts like such a...hard - ass, for lack of a BETTER TERM.  But he’s good.  He steals her away when it gets to be too much, is patient with her lack of speech, doesn’t expect her to always be giddy.  He’s...really kind.  She guesses it would make sense --- he’s had lots of practice with Marnie, right?  It would be nice to have a big brother ------ DADS are no good, but a big brother would be nice.  And like a big brother, he notices that when they leave the café, she goes anxious.  None of the other adults ever seem to.  Maybe they just think it’s not important.  Her fingers tangle together.  She doesn’t want to go back to ------

She sees his hands moving and looks and she’s ------ oh.  OH!  He’s --- HE’S SIGNING!  A little clumsily, but that’s SIGN!!  Her eyes go huge, lips parting.  He never told her he was learning sign!  HE NEVER...

And the more he speaks, the more her heart swells.  He learned it for HER!  He learned it to make it easier for her!  She can’t stop smiling --- she can’t stop laughing.  She grabs his hand ------- THANK YOU!  Thank you!  For her ------ he cared about her enough to do this for her!  He bends to kiss her and her cheeks warm and her heart shifts and she’s so happy it almost hurts and ------------

Ah.

As he turns guide them through the crowd, she realizes that she’s in pain.

He did this for her.  He kissed her.  Why should that hurt?  It’s good, right?  He’s good?  He wanted to help her.  He cares about her.  He wanted to communicate on her terms, not force her to communicate on his.  He ---

Ah.  That’s it.

The tears start tracking down her cheeks even as she follows him, but she can’t keep walking for long --- her feet still and she stops him, too, refusing to release his hand even as the other rises to wipe at her eyes.  Even as she can’t stop the quiet whimpers from becoming miserable sobs, shoulders trembling, breath coming too short.  HE LEARNED FOR HER, BECAUSE HE CARED ABOUT HER, BECAUSE HE THINKS HER SILENCE IS OKAY -------------

that’s more than dad could say.

She feels him turn, though she can’t see properly through her tears --- trembling, she signs, carefully, <  i’m sorry ------  >

[winnerloser]

@spkemuth

I feel the salty waves come in I feel them crash against my skin And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win There's a haze above my TV That changes everything I see And maybe if I continue watching I'll lose the traits that worry me

Stop there and let me correct it I wanna live a life from a new perspective You come along because I love your face And I'll admire your expensive taste And who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective But leaving now would be a good idea So catch me up on getting out of here

[cottonthumb-archive]

@spkemuth:

❛ ya nearly sideswiped me there, mate. ❜ he calls out to milo, his tone lacked the usual malicious bite and from the looks of it. piers seemed to be in a bit of a better mood than normal, ❛ so aside from nearly takin me out with a haybale — ❜ he plucks a blade of it that ended up sticking out of his bangs. ❛ things seem to be goin' well here, that's good. how are ya, milo? ❜

❦ Whenever you have a massive hay bale in arms, visibility became a bit of an issue. To most, mobility would be too, but Milo was an exception to the rule. “Ah! Sorry about that Piers, it’s all too hard looking over these whenever I’m lugging one around.” His apology was sincere and - in hopes of avoiding further accidents - Milo opts to rest his seizable armful down safely.

He’s still a bit sheepish when he stands straight again, but a little less so after the apology. “You’re right on that, things are doing pretty good! There’s a bit of a hustle going on right now, what with the fair just around the corner, but it’s mostly just the excitement for it.”

“And you, Piers? Not always I get to see you come down here!”

[lionfanged]

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�� �� �� homie said whip out the net worth

if you ain’t rich you ain’t worth it---

[bxstiae]

[ @spkemuth​ / —– 🇸🇹🇦🇷🇹🇪🇷 🇨🇦🇱🇱.  ]

⚜ ; —–  [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ  ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —–     QUITE the luck, he had. Never chance for break, Heroic Beast found self running, once more, off to places to hide. ( though who could blame him ? ) Being pelted by FLYING objects was one thing, but the MIGRAINE that followed suit was another. Perhaps a place dark && full of shadows was best for him. With stroke of good fortune as well, he managed. Twas relatively mild in terms of difficulty in avoiding others, Canine forme SLIPPED through compartments. Bit of a RUCKUS he made, for sure -- the CLATTER of boxes filled with objects falling -- though he thought nothing of it ( seemed like this town was loud anyway. ) In small corner, away from sight or light, he took a moment’s rest to sit. 

—– ;     Soft whine, whimper! , sounded from him. He was TIRED.

my head hurts .

[pinkrival-moved]

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’ were you never told until now ‘

               he looks a bit ashamed to admit it — perhaps slightly panicked?      ( if ring pops were inedible, what else had he consumed unknowingly? ) ❝ ... no. ❞

[winnerloser]

according to @spkemuth​ ; “ the catch is, do it before i change my mind. take some. ”

Victor grabs the colorful plastic box as it is lackadaisically held in his direction.  These weren’t easily found in Galar- not for convenience store prices- and although he hadn’t expected Piers to humor him so easily in spite of his very conspicuous eyeing of the snacks... here they were! Perfect synergy nonetheless! (...or maybe Vic’s gaze had just gotten unnerving.)

“Goodness-- thank ya’ Piers, I just knew these were what a’ thought they were.” He gushes a bit as he undoes the box and slides out a little green cookie. He gazes at it, grin growing on his face as a fond film of nostalgia blankets him. It’s only after setting the package fondly on his lap that he gingerly places the entire cookie in his mouth and just... overreacts to the activity of eating it. Really. Sure, there was some etiquette involved with expressing one’s contentment when eating that he never really shook off despite having moved so long ago-- but it... was a cookie. No bigger than the size of a palm. To some it even tasted kinda like dirt due to the bitter tea flavor. Yet the twinkle in his eyes would put anyone under the impression that it must’ve been gold-plated.

These little snacks could be found anywhere in the Eastern Islands- particularly in the Pokemarts of Hoenn. And although the young man never thought much of them in his own time, the moment he saw Piers sliding a piece out to snack on (could they have been a gift from a fan? perhaps, or--) he’d been working up the chutzpah to ask about them.

Now he was pulling out a few more pieces into his palm (since Piers had most definitely said some.) Hell, he was so immersed in the memories of walking down to the mart with his mum just to buy the pecha berry ones, that uh...

If Piers wants his snack back he should probably say something before Victor eats the whole box. That’s where the situation was quickly headed.

“Di’shomeone’ give these t’you?” He asks between munches. “Gosh, these sure bring me back! They sold these where I used to live-- I like the berry flavored ones, bu’ m’dad liked these ones the best...!”