#thehatefulduo

[askpluminescent]

“Or would it be danke? In my native language it is sp --

oh, woops, you asked a question!

Well, I must admit, equipment upgrades never hurt! But they can cost quite a bit, heheh ...”

Quill stopped to look the Bisharp over for a minute.

“Your armor is very cool, you know! So unique for a Bisharp! You look like something from science fiction! Like a robot, or a space mercenary or something!”

[ @thehatefulduo ]

[starryeyedseerrp]

Grieving

Jhudora & Eins [ @thehatefulduo ]

The shop was empty and quiet. The Gothitelle watched as a shiny Gardevoir left the establishment. Watched her as she eased her head back in, eyebrows furrowed together. Jhudora watched Yana speak, but her words were silent. Her own preoccupied brain drowned out Yana’s words of support.

As soon as the door closed for what Jhudora thought would be the last time, she carefully opened a drawer in the counter and pulled out an old picture frame. The image in the frame depicted a younger version of her with a Mr. Mime. Their arms were linked and they appeared to be laughing.

She carefully thumbed the jawline of the Mr. Mime. Her breath hitched and became unsteady as she watched droplets of water fall onto the glass of the frame. The Gothitelle listened to the pained sob of a voice she knew all too well-- her own.

When she thought she was alone, she didn't realize she would soon have an audience, as a hulking man in a suit of armor entered. Not that he was a stranger. He was a friend who wanted to catch up. The Bisharp was so busy with knighthood that he rarely had a chance to speak with acquaintances outside of his circle at work.

Jhudora remained oblivious to the ringing of the bell as Eins entered her shop. The sound of her wretched sobbing wrenching his heart, twisting it in ways that emulated her pain, in a way.

“Jhudora?” he called, loud enough for her to hear him.

She froze, and then dropped the picture frame, shattering the glass. She did not bother to wipe her face as she turned around-- running makeup and all.

Had she not been behind a counter, Eins likely would have pulled her in for a hug, but he decided simply speaking would suffice.

“I don't know what's happened, Miss Jhudora,” he reassured her quietly. “But I am here if you need someone to talk to.” Granted-- this discussion was not what he had in mind upon visiting.

Jhudora shifted on her feet. The glass crunched beneath her.

“It's nothing. I'm just missing someone very much right now."

[starryeyedseer-blog]

(thehatefulduo) Eins@Jhudora: "Hello there! Rather chilly on this night of festivities, no?" The mechanical bisharp laughs heartily. "Though, there seems to be many things to keep one's self warm around here. Have you taken part in any of the festivities that just had your blood pumping and heated you up in this freezing cold? Or are you perhaps more of a fireplace kind of mon?"

“Oh! Yes, it is quite chilly,” Jhudora chuckled, wrapping her cloak tightly around her and smiling up at the Bisharp. Wow! He was really tall! “I’m not as sprightly and active as I used to be, so I definitely prefer sitting by the fireplace with a hot cup of tea and talking to other Pokemon.” She inspected him. Metal gets really cold in the winter... is he... cold? 

“Oh- but you must be much colder than me!” She unwrapped herself from the cloak and attempted to wrap it around Eins.

“There. Is that better?”