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furadarii liked your post “              “I want a man at least six feet tall, enough muscle to…”

THOUGH THEY’RE CERTAINLY NOT MAKING THIS EASIER TO DENY.

  ‘ do you have something to... say to me, miss rose? ‘

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You've got muscles r-right? You're not just a stick in a suit? Right?

   ‘ ... ‘he stared at test subject #456 (no, rose, her name was ROSE) and wondered what had triggered such a question.he was afraid to ask, but equally afraid to answer.   ‘ ... no, i... do not believe so. ‘lysandre fell silent, unable to say anything further.he, frankly, didn’t want to.

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   ‘ ... i don’t get it. ‘

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ddicate:

         ‘  oh, did TONY do that ??  ’  a laugh followed, gaze turned from documents on his desk to the mangled mess in the other’s hands .  some sort of emotion — was he awed ??  impressed ??  it wasn’t negative, to say the least — sticks to his face .  what a troublemaker .

         ‘  don’t worry — he’s the one that causes the most mischief .  the others are far more controlled in how they act … would a cup of coffee make up for this ??  ’  and a hum . another thought arose, perhaps not the best for a casual conversation, but conversation nonetheless .  ‘  you’re lucky that he hasn’t tried to ELECTROCUTE you . hahaha …  ’  oh, the things he does for pokemon .  ‘  sometimes i don’t know how i’ve managed to survive so far !!  ’

   ‘ i... do not see the humor in a poorly trained pokemon. ‘ it would be much more hilarious, in his opinion, if it was perhaps poorly trained in some sort of adorable manner. such as simply grabbing the folder off of the desk and bringing it to him without realizing it was meant to stay, rather than maliciously, and intentionally, destroying it. augustine knew just as well as he that pokemon were far too intelligent to destroy things senselessly. there was an end goal, always an end goal.

   ‘ it isn’t especially charming either that it is likely he may bring harm. ‘ the thin line of his lips curved into a frown, wondering, faintly, if augustine was joking through the pain of an ill-managed pokemon. how fried must his brain be at this point of long-endured torture? ‘ i would prefer to have my folder not in ruins, but i... suppose some coffee will do. ‘

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hit that  ❤ for a short, midgame starter! mutuals only, please!

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sO at best for my game file, i can only hope that it magically begins to work again but this likely wont be the case.

which is incredibly depressing, given, AGAIN, the amount of time i put into this game & all of the pokemon + projects i lost. which i am attempting not to think about, as it’ll just frustrate me.

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Do you ever play chase with you pyroar? Like you really need him to go back into the pokeball but he won't stop running around the yard or the house while looking back to make sure you're still there following him?

   ‘ we do not have time for games. and he is very well aware of this---he understands his duty as my companion and he acknowledges that my time is better dedicated to other things. ‘perhaps when his pyroar was still a spunky, young cub, he would play and tease, but at the time, lysandre, too, was an energetic youth.the times have changed, and his patience had worn with it.

   ‘ he spends most of his time sleeping. he hardly needs a pokeball. ‘

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if i’m a lil slow today, it MAY or may not be because i’m trying to get to nintendo’s customer service...............

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exphemera:

               He’s uncomfortable. And lord knows, she wishes she could hide that fact, but the moment his boots scrape the grass, the very second his stature blocks out her light from the right, her pulse watch starts making it’s giveaways in clear, quiet, soft beeps.

                It’s all she can do to cross her legs as she sits in the dirt, place her hand over the watch like it might at least muffle the sound. 

               “Rose. Miss Rose is f-fine– if it suits you, Monsieur Lysandre.” 

          And she could answer, could say, ‘oh well, I go back for a tissue sample at three pm on the dot, you know your doctors are so very, very impatient– And then at six an eye exam– but she doesn’t–  Says nothing about that other than a quiet “Hm. I guess so.”

             Instead she picks herself up off the ground. Dusts the seeds, dew, and weeds off her knees. 

                   “Did you know? The soil quality is phenomenal i-in Geosenge.”

             “If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some of my free time gardening, Mr. Lysandre.”

               When her wrist keeps beeping, she does nothing else but give a beleaguered sigh. In all honesty, she suspects she might be in some kind of trouble. So it only helps a little to try and deter the conversation.

   he scratched some notes onto the clipboard he clasped in his hand, nodding faintly along with her uneasy, stuttered request. her documents detailed that she had a speech impediment from her malformed jaw structure. surgery had not served her well in the past.

   ‘ of course, ms. rose. i am not here to make you uncomfortable, hm? ‘ lysandre didn’t look up from his clipboard, not seeming to quite realize that such comforting words should have been followed by an equally comforting expression. blue eyes skimmed over the clipboard, flipping through some of the newly added pages. listening to the alarmed beeping of her watch, he made a small note, again.

   only to pause, for once glancing up as she made a request to begin a garden. and finally did his neutral gaze ease up.

   ‘ if it would bring you comfort, ms. rose, i think that is a rather good idea. and this little town could use the addition. ‘ she was still so much smaller than him, even when standing. small, delicate, fragile. some part of him was amazed at her ability to bounce back from her surgeries, but the other was well aware of human resiliency. xerneas’ power alone could not save her if she were to give in.

   he turned back down to his clipboard, seemingly making yet another note, only to rip the paper out, and hand it to her. the writing was in sleek, readable cursive, written large and taking up most of the make-shift slip. his signature was marked at the bottom. ‘ this will grant you permission to do as you please for this project. they should also assist in getting you what you need. ‘

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aggressively chain fishes for shiny magikarp.

suddenly has to wonder would lysandre do this in order to have beautiful, red gyarados lobster

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   ‘ ... your mother has told me remarkable things about you. ‘ she was a rather fine employee, a brilliant woman, and from what he had seen from their brief conversations, a very loving mother. ‘ however, i do not recall her making any statement on your... team magma, affiliation and leadership. what, may i implore, is your organization’s goal? ‘

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   ‘ hello, ms. bluebell. has your day been going well? ‘ a rhetorical question, not necessarily desiring to know the details of her day, but feeling compelled nevertheless to assure her that he cared about her wellbeing. somewhat.    ‘ this week’s tests have been going rather smoothly. have they been giving you proper breaks so you may relax after? ‘

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   ‘ ---augustine, were you listening? ‘ a questionable, albeit still bordering on neutral, glance was cast in the professor’s direction, lips pursing in a thin line of disapproval. ‘ your electrike shredded a good chunk of my files. ‘ he held up a ripped and battered manila folder, soggy with saliva. ‘ i set them on your desk for only but a few minutes... is this often how your pokemon behave? ‘

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hit that  ❤ for a short, midgame starter! mutuals only, please!

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new, indie flare boss lysandre! now comes with emotional baggage, an unnecessary desire for the world to end, & a fondness for flora! if you are cool with this mess of a human giving you a follow, could you please LIKE/REBLOG this post?

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RIP me i only have... one icon rn & no tags

pls have patience with me as i climb deep into the abyss that is photoshop, & probably never return

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new, indie flare boss lysandre! now comes with emotional baggage, an unnecessary desire for the world to end, & a fondness for flora! if you are cool with this mess of a human giving you a follow, could you please LIKE/REBLOG this post?