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@the-gold-trainer
so when we went out for christmas i didn't expect to eND UP IN TORONTO
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Silver whirled around, trying to poke Gold in the chest, but he realised that he was facing the wrong way. Turning around again, he poked Gold in the chest. “You’re not staying here! Go back to Ecrute-” Then crobat flew in and landed on Silver’s head, shaking off a bunch of snow. She chattered irritatedly in Silver’s ear, and the redhead slumped. “Fine. You can stay.” he said, completely defeated.
"Sweet," Gold chirped; he had always liked Silver's pokemon for a reason. "Don't worry- I won't let you run into a wall or anything." Well, he would try at least. The trainer would have to work on trying not to laugh whenever the other would come across misfortune due to his loss of sight.
“Pfft! It’s all over your face now! Idiot, here.” She took a napkin from the table and leaned forward, trying to wipe it off. “Lean forward stupid, I can’t reach.”
"I can do it myself," Gold complained. He leaned forward anyway, mostly because he didn't want to get into an argument with her.
Hikaru meets Gold
Hikaru nodded, stood from the bed pocketed his pokegear and looked at Vincent. The fox pokemon was grinning at him. “Don’t.” The trainer warned.
“Vul~” the fire-type chimed and pranced out of the room. Hikaru let out a heavy sigh. “Should have never taught him how to use a computer…” The blonde muttered. He slung his bag onto his back and moved to Follow Gold out of the room. “I should do the same.” he stated.
"What was that about a computer?" Gold asked idly, turning down the corridor that lead to the main room of the pokemon center. Trainers were already scattered around the area, despite the hour. He stood at the end of the short line of people waiting for their pokemon to be healed.
He his eyes flicked from side to side. He shook his head and bit his lip, nervous. “I-I don’t think so. I should be fine soon.” He stood up slowly, pulling away from the other male in th process. “Don’t worry about me.”
Too late- Gold was already worrying about Silver. Why wouldn't he, considering the situation? The trainer got up, eyeing the other make cautiously. "You know I'm gonna have to stay with you until you're fixed up, right?"
“That’s because you eat like you’re still 12.” Silver smirked. “I on the other hand, have a re-” she stops and looks at Gold’s face. She bit her lip and snickered, “You got chocolate sauce on your nose.”
"I eat my vegeta-!" Gold tried looking at his nose in a futile attempt, giving up before wiping it with the back of his hand. "Well, half of the time..."
Hikaru meets Gold
Hikaru laughed. “If I did that I’d be calling you once or twice a day. I’m not being pessimistic. Its the truth.” He grinned and looked at the boy’s pokegear. He took a hold of his bag and took out is own pokegear to register Gold’s number. “Though if you feel like checking up on me you can always call me instead.”
"Wouldn't I be the one calling you every day then?" Gold joked- he hoped that wouldn't be the case though. Pocketing his pokegear, he turned towards Maria, who was cautiously prodding at Vincent while the two were talking. The Marill noticed her trainer and immediately climbed on his shoulder. "Well, I have to get my pokemon healed up before we do anything."
Silver wrinkled her nose, but took the spoon into her mouth and ate the ice cream. Immediately, sweetness assulted her tongue, making her cringe. “Holy mew that is sweet.”
"S'not that really," Gold commented. With a childhood friend with a huge sweet-tooth, he was used to sugar. "You just gotta get used to it!"
“I-I’m not stubborn! Idiot! Let go of me!” Silver insisted. He tried to break away from the amber eyed male. But his strength failed him, and he sat on the floor in front of Gold, his eyes looking blankly up.
"Yes, you are," Gold replied, placing his hands on Silver's shoulders while staring intently at his eyes. They looked normal for the most part- except the, you know, blindness. "Should I be calling someone about this?"
“Alright, well.. What kind do you even want?”
"Oatmeal- wait no- almond- lemon-"
"...Chocolate?"
“Forget it, I’ll make those cookies.”
Indecisive.
"Sweet- thanks!"
She mulled it over. “Fine. But you have to taste some of mine.” she insisted, putting some of her ice cream onto the spoon and holding it to the tawny eyed male’s mouth.
Gold opened his mouth and bit down on the spoon. It was kind of sweet, but... "Kinda bitter," he stated once he swallowed the coffee-flavored ice cream. He scooped up some of his own. "Your turn!"
Silver curled his lip, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!” he snarled, getting up abruptly. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see and proceeded to trip over the coffee table and fall face first into the carpet.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time...?" Gold sighed, getting up to help Silver off of the ground. He hated when the other kept things from him, especially things like turning blind.
“Kinda.”
"So you worry about things like that?"
"Well, I won't say anything, but I'm a really bad liar..."
She eyed his ice cream suspiciously. “I don’t want any if it’ll give me diabetes Gold.”
"It's not going to," Gold insisted, taking another bite. "Pretty sure I'd be down on the ground by now if it did- not that I will, of course."
“Ugh.. Don’t mention it. Ever.”
"Wouldn't want to ruin your infamous reputation, huh?"