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LET’S GO HOMEBOY
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And he releases his Pokémon: Beatrice the Liepard! Now to wait for her to make her choice.
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stardiosa replied to your post: stardiosa replied to your post: ...
LET’S GO HOMEBOY
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And he releases his Pokémon: Beatrice the Liepard! Now to wait for her to make her choice.
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“Alright Berserk... Steady now, easy.”
He knew what day it was, of course. And boy oh boy had Mei been sleeping all day or what? But that was okay, it gave him more time to prepare. With the help of his mother and sister, he had prepared a gorgeous cake. It had simple little designs on it along with the words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST GIRL EVER’ written on it in fancy cursive with icing.
Berserk, his trusty Samurott, had been carrying the cake steadily on his back as Hugh made his way to Mei’s room with an armful of presents. Wow -- Was she still asleep? She sure was.
He held a finger up to his lips and went ‘shhhh’ to Berserk, setting the presents down carefully before motioning for Berserk to stand beside them with the cake.
Now -- Hugh carefully climbed into the bed next to Mei and wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, wake up sleepy head. Wake uuuuuhhhh-uhhhppp. Got surprises for you, birthday girl.”
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various headcanons ( accepting. )
Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. ( Gonna put two in this one )
Burgh’s laughter is LOUD. I mean, Burgh in general is loud, but. Everyone who knows him or has heard it on TV or the radio before knows it’s him even without seeing him because it’s so … Him. For lack of better description. It’s not a bad laugh by any means, and most definitely contagious, but he’s already got a loud voice so even when he giggles you can hear it.
When he’s fairly calm and happy and most importantly around someone he trusts, he might start to sing! He’s got a pretty good voice and pitch sense that he got from his mom and a pretty good sense of rhythm for a gangly white guy, but he’s gotta be really comfortable with you.
How do you embarrass an archaeologist?Give him a used tampon and ask him which period it came from.
“That is very funny.”
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“Kid, I suggest you leave before things get ugly. Consider yourself lucky that I’m even giving you til the count of ten to get out.”
She had her pokeball in one hand, and was leaning against a wooden baseball bat in her other.
“Ten.”
Rainy mornings were some of the best mornings, especially in summer; save this one. It had stormed the night before, and now it was just the tail end of the storm, leaving a bustling, mid-morning Castelia overcast and drizzly. Overcast and drizzly is just how Burgh was feeling -- he’s got a bad case of art block that he’s been stuck in for the past few days. He even closed the gym today he was so upset about it! A few days? It’s just ridiculous at this point, come on.
He sits on a bench in Central Park, his umbrella propped in the crook of his arm ( because lord knows, his hair is already extra curly because of how damp it is, but if it gets wet? It’ll be completely unmanageable. Just something else to add to an already sour morning. ) , legs stretched out before him. Coffee in hand, he gazes morosely at the fountain in the middle of the square, ❝ You know, at this point, I’m almost waiting for inspiration to drop into my lap. ❞
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