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half of my shit reply didn’t write the rest fuck all of you

Poor him! Allow her to worry of his condition later, ( or, better yet, never. ) – though, for now she’ll croak out elongated guffaws, clutching the firm of her stomach with an iron grip, and stumbling backward on her heels. How asinine of her to find such a minor reaction from him sohilarious, though she can’t help it! This boy, her childhood friend and avid victim of her teasing and mischief, was very short in reactions, almost as much as he was in height. It wasn’t very often that she was granted satisfaction! He’s monochrome in color, and he’s more expression-less than he is, well, expressive. For Touko, who’s ways in the world was unique– to say the least, it was as if he was begging for her to tease him.

– really, it was way too easy!

Witnessing a person like him, who’s tranquil in nature, — scramble in bewilderment and, what, fear(?) was quite the savory sight! Remind her to store this for later, so she can poke at his buttons again. ( her two-in-one combo attack! ) For now, she’ll lace her finger in the belt-loops of her shorts, the innocent demeanor she coats herself lacking of veracity.f

and then other stuff happened i guess we’ll never know i haven’t roleplayed in a year what the fuck does veracity mean

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// →campfire song song.

After countless of hours of endless travelling, the day must come to a conclusion, as dusk was arriving faster before the two brunettes knew it. If they didn’t have the advanced equipment such as the Xtransceiver, they wouldn’t have been able to accurately know which day or time it was. Their focus wasn’t to realize what hour of the day it was, but to get as many leads as they could possibly could. It hasn’t been very long since they began this search, but it was surprising as to how quickly they achieved to get to the new region, Kalos. There were various rumors that Touya heard about the region, but never spent a lot of attention on it, merely questioning it casually inside his head and then moving on with his life. To be able to travel here wasn’t in his original plan, but then again, searching for the king that he doesn’t even properly know is also something he never planned on.

It was risky, to say the least. Having to suddenly pack everything in a night and disappear, along with his childhood friend; the female that could be easily seen as his sister. It obviously made many people worried, which led to people attempting to search for the duo. It caused a slight havoc, and the two would constantly have to move destinations. Meaning that they wouldn’t have time to simply sit down and relax, but now that they are currently residing in Kalos, they could have the reassurance that most likely no one will discover where they are. It was… nice.

A couple of low grumbles escaped from Touya’s lips, as he attempted to set up the small tent. He was surprised to find it in his household, and brought it with him during this journey, but he didn’t know setting it up would be this tedious. He was never great at this, of course, considering it was proven multiple times during his original goal to beat the Champion. Or at least, a goal somewhere of that sort. Still, to this day, he isn’t exactly certain what his goal was, but for the time being, it was to find his whereabouts.

☀ //; “… Touko, could you lend me a hand?” It never occurred to him that it’s been long since he had his friend’s name escape his lips until now.

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┊♔┊➢ The sun preparing to set, the barely noticeable quieting-down of things— it all fit easily into the adjective ‘calm’, the mildness of comfort arising through concrete joints as her arms lift over her head and a stretch is leisurely given. The greenery encompassing the duo softly shakes, courtesy of a harmless breeze surfacing, measly hoisting up several solitary hairs soiled and stretched into a pony-tail with a flexible elastic that grew to curve around her tangly mane. Regretfully, however, all happiness and peace only existed in the spur of the moment, just the same with anger and despair — and with that, somewhat toned extrusions continue to relentlessly dig through their bags, a flooding pile of necessities commencing to form around her amidst said attentive search; devising to spot some pragmatic components in there.

Her tent was already set up, the blue, thin walls of them seeming culminating despite the messy way she went about setting it up, blitzing through and shoving the smooth rods into their designated area(s), stabilizing the tent assiduously; advancing toward the tent’s competency to stand up on it’s own without a cataclysmic collapse from an awaited rain-storm sweeping throughout the windy forest. Maladroit never leads it’s way upon her fingertips albeit setting up a tent of sorts; while spasmodically it was debilitating — she’s stubborn and shan’t allow anything even neighboring ‘patheticness' and 'vulnerability' to be delineated upon a thus haggard phizog.

A voice bearing familiarness gesticulates, and instantly her attention is stolen, locking visage upon the male and managing to both huff a sigh and stifle a giggle while she watches his fingers fumble, trying to set up the tent that held varied, small, struggle for her.

ahh, she just couldn’t help what would come next.

She inches toward his silhouette and doubts he suspects anything— boots tip toeing to the space behind him and stopping her breath from seeping out to add to the delusion that she hadn’t been behind him at that very still moment. Extrusions find themselves at his sides, at the space between ribs and hips, and suddenly she jolts her fingers forward and a chiming melody known as her own sadistic laugh was heard.

what was it called again? tazering. yes— she tazered him. ha!

An innocent smile holds upon her face and she tilts her head to the side, "Oh, great Touya whom I so respect, how-ever can I be of service?” Sarcasm drips from her voice.

#▋❜touyao&&1.#reblogging from my old blog to keep track of things hey o

cherenao

❝ I smell hot buns. ❞

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lmfao theyre my hot buns

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not anymore they're not takes them.

#say adios to your precious buns

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#follow my bae : )

#▋❜out.#i can't stay active on one muse and here i am. making six more lmao #th pain..

the little mermaid.

┊♔┊➢ The movie, though it had quivered with a childish sense of alacrity, had acquired just what it needed to pull in anyone watching. It’d been The Little Mermaid, a movie centering around an uppity damsel roaming through seas and constantly coddling into pleasurable adventure. Of course, because it had been disney, and an old film at that, it revolves around some impossible love story that, according to Touko, is so unrealistic and glorified to the point where she can’t even think of it without getting sick to her stomach.

Watching a flickering film mainly produced for children, two sixteen-year-old girls sit side-by-side on a couch that has never felt so comfortable. It was one of those nights, their nights, the nights where there were no boys allowed, ( sorry, touya & cheren. )

For some reason, these nights would occur on the weekends almost always, despite the two girls having already completely annihilated both school and the continuation of it, rather continuing a divergent, more philosophical form of learning; ‘gaining knowledge’. Which, essentially, adds up to a duet of female Pokémon trainers abiding by stupid, elementary rules; ( when they're most-definitely of age to do otherwise. )

So, weekends it had been; and weekends it would stay. An odd tradition that not one of them even thought to question of, ( at least, question aloud ) even though not every weekend could they end up in the same place.

“Bi,” finally will her voice resound, eyes halting to waver from the bright film; for all she knew the blonde could have gone up and left already, ( though, intuition tells her otherwise. ) “-- how're you liking the movie, so far?”

#this is short and lame and old #biancaou