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[genderlogic-blog]

Nostalgia // Hisoka

@toxicroax

“....u-um.”

Nat wasn’t used to being yelled at for his refusal to finish a battle that wasn’t an official Gym battle. Most trainers he had taken on for the practice had been more or less fine if he forfeited in the end due to injured Pokemon or if the fight felt too unfair. The results never seemed to bother them whenever Nat claimed they would be considered the victor of the match despite it not coming to an end in the way they had decided upon. This trainer appeared to be absolutely livid that Nat had said he wanted to stop the battle. His Krookodile, Strom, had taken a particularity rough hit and was actually bleeding not just bruised and ready to collapse. Nat no longer wanted to battle with one of his Pokemon injured like this and he lacked a potion to take care of the problem. Despite his reasoning the trainer had yelled a few choice words at him before he had left on his way.

Putting the moment behind him he returned Strom to his Pokeball and scurried to the closest Pokecenter in Cerulean City just down the route. The trip was short since Nat had just passed through mere minutes ago and was able to get his Pokemon there without further incident. He was done for the day, he had decided that while he was waiting for Nurse Joy to return his Pokemon to him since the last battle had left a bad taste in his mouth. He thanked Nurse Joy and turned to leave brushing shoulders with someone on accident. 

He turned his head to quickly mutter an apology but as he took the person in he couldn’t get those words out. Something in the back of his mind seemed to find them familiar, the tickle of nostalgia in the back of his head seemed to be kicking up a storm. So Nat took the chance and stepped up to them, tapping them on the shoulder to get their attention.

“Have we met somewhere before?”

[wishfulcrossing-old-blog]

apping in Hisoka Nakano, url is toxicroax

You like frog Pokemon, yeah? That means you like frogs, right?

Do you know what kind of shoes frogs wear? Open toad.

Accepted and placed in Room 202! Looks like you’ve got the whole place to yourself… for now.

[paenitui]

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♔ ||: ✂———𝕷 ɪ ᴀ ʀ ,  ʟ ɪ ᴀ ʀ  ♥ :||

Frost blue eyes flickered at the stranger that had approached, though initially had she concluded that it was unlikely that they were approaching here. Her identity was more well known in the Kanto region after all, hence her visit to her home region usually met a less likely scenario of random strangers approaching her due to her status– wait, were they talking to her?

Attention now diverted over to the stranger, the glass she held in her hands was placed down upon the table before her as she scrutinized the instigator of said conversation. Though she had not heard what the other had said prior to her diverted attention and assumed conclusion, it seemed that the stranger was gracious enough to repeat her words– which seemed to be inclining an offer of sorts for.. dinner? It was already strange for her to be approached under such circumstances, coupled together with such an offer..

❝ .. I don’t mind. You don’t seem like one to hold malicious intents. ❞ The second statement was said as though it were a mere afterthought, not at all wary of any sort of tricks that may be up her sleeves. Then again, there was a rather loyal Espeon that would be more than happy to ensure her safety, and Maia herself was capable of handling certain situations as well.  ❝ Though it may be a fair bit late, I’ll be visiting my hometown and Lake Acuity. ❞

A hand reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, then picking up the glass to finish her drink, before once more regarding the stranger and her odd request. 

❝ Do tell me why exactly you wanted to have dinner with me of all people, and so out of the blue when the time comes. Would it be alright to meet here around 7.30 in the evening? You can tell me where you’d like to eat then. ❞ And with that, she turned on her heels to pay for her drink, and left.

[sinnohprincen-blog]

rem/rem

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: RemWho initiates hand holding?: Sometimes Rem, but other times Rem. Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Tbh, Rem, though you wouldn’t think it.Who likes to slow dance?: Neither Rem nor Rem - to be Rem is to fast dance. Gotta dance fast.Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Rem is very flexible, being young and a gymnast, but even for Rem it is difficult to fall asleep with their head in their own lap.Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: No cuddling only VIGILANCE. NO ONE MUST COME NEAR THE FORT. WE HAVE NERFGUNS AND WE ARE PREPARED.Who hogs most of the covers at night?: It is WARMuse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Little known fact, rem is a giraffe.How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: “One fork? Mun how do two people eat dessert with one for- WHAT THAT’S DISGUSTING”Who gets jealous more easily?: RemWho gets angered more easily? Ehhhh... it’s close but Rem.How do they go to sleep at night?: With their eyes closed.Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: Look how flexible do you think rem isWhat are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: Their fights are adorable and no one can take them seriously.Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Rem always throws in a fight. Throws pokeballs, that is. >B)How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: Probably with candy.Do they have nicknames for each other?: XxPu$$y_De$troyerxXCaring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Irresponsibly.Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: RemMuse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Not RemYour otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: Listen Rem IS the babyYour muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: MemesWhat would they be like as parents?: LISTEN REM IS TWELVEWhat would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?: idk probably really gayWho likes who playing with their hair?: Rem hates having their hair touched.The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: The floor.

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❝We partied together, man. You brought us Taco Bell.❞

[genderlogic-blog]

@toxicroax replied to your post:♠, ✔

hisoka: UR DRUNK OF COURSE IM TAKING YOU HOME??/))

-cue lots of drunk Nat whining cause he doesn’t want to go home-