he’s lived in slateport city, hoenn for the last couple of years, but usually sleeps in the woods (or in a hotel if he’s feeling extra fancy) while traveling. his dingy old apartment is in danger of being knocked down so they can build more high rises. he comes home half of the time expecting the building to no longer be there HA
8. How about their hobby?
seymour tried fishing once but he doesn’t have the patience for it at all LOL he’ll just stick to eating the stuff other people catch
10. A talent?
can drive a motorboat but not a submarine, he wants to learn tho!
14. Scars?
he’s also got a lot of rope burn on his arms from lifting cargo on/off ships :’(
Meltic WAS gonna photoshop something but I'm too sleep deprived
When N is asleep, his body seems to confine itself in a single row. Never does he move from his place (aside from twisting in place as to allow blood circulation). If a blanket is not available, his hair suffices yet it is worn more like a cape around him than a formal blanket.
tldr: Think Sleeping Beauty.
✑ describe something they like without naming it
Sweet and juicy is the succulent, pink flesh. Regardless, as his teeth pierces the outer layer, N is conscious of its tenderness. And as he nibbles away, he can smell the flower petals blowing in the wind giving off a similar sweetness. But his time is limited and so N cherishes every bite, handling with the utmost care. And as he reaches the hollow center, N begins to fell hollow too. He only wants one more. Just one more bite.
They say that the city is totally destroyed. Team Flare really did a number on it, didn't they?
Barry looked around him in shock as an old local sadly took him around the smoldering debris that was once Geosenge Town. At the center of the smoky rubble of fallen houses and shattered glass, a huge crater blossomed out of the ground like a mouth ready to swallow the quaint little village up. Barry still felt the burns on his wrists from where he had been bound earlier, wincing in both pain and sadness. He was too late.
"Are you sure you saw the Flare members escape?" he asked the old man, who nodded slowly, his forehead crinkling up with concentration. Yes, there was a whole squad of them... they all took Flying Pokemon outta here. They were led by a real beauty, I'll have to admit. It's a shame she's a Flare.
Tell me about it, thought Barry, his heart sinking at the man's revelation. Clenching and unclenching his fists angrily, he looked over the vast expanse of steaming debris and sighed, rubbing his eyes and groaning as he felt the tender spot where Alcid had slapped him with all her might. For a second, Barry thought he had aged a million years. However, he wasn't the type to just lie down and give up on one of his friends. I'm sorry that I left, Chali, he thought sadly, scuffing his feet into the ground and looking off into the vibrantly-hued horizon, beauty in the midst of chaos.
typicalems replied to your post:First Impression ---- going to be completely honest, okay? okay. You are just super cool, like words cannot express how cool you are.
Imelda called she wants her puns back!
It's not gonna be freezey for her to take them back, that's for sure! I found these all on my own and that's snow joke!
First Impression — this guy is crazy. We only started talking (though we joined around the same time) when we got into Skype and somehow we just clicked. You're a crazy talented dude and I have (had?) nothing but whoAA for you in the beginning. Now it's a bit more of a whOA WHERE MY HOT POCKETS AT MAN? kind of whoa. Ye.
Sometimes I am convinced that we are the same person! However, you are leagues more talented than little ol' me! As for your "whoas", I hope that the "hotpocket whoa" is better than the standard "whoa"! I think I made that promise a good year ago... I better pay a visit to the post office, huh?
Thanks, Tess! I'm so glad that an awesome person like you is in this group with me, friend!