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A smile bloomed naturally, spreading across the taller male’s cheeks as his counterpart seemed willing to compromise on their language barrier. Baby steps, he assured himself. Squaring back up to his little work station he resumed his previous task of cleaning and chopping vegetables. “I grew up in a neighborhood that was a lot like this one. I almost feel connected to the place..” He began casually, words subconsciously matching tempo with the rhythmic drumming of his knife.  Copper eyes darted up at Aurélien, lingering on the mohawked man’s back as he began his own prep. “Admittedly I’m not usually so selfless.” He jokes making light of his own (often far too) benevolent nature. “We have at least that in common- eh Eli? The holidays make saints of us all.” With that little remark Dante was back to work, the rhythm of his knife joining the other noises in the bustling kitchen, adding just another element to the strange symphony of people at work.

Nearly an hour would pass before they were ready to start serving, though the time had flown for the few volunteers. Sporting a dashing pair of oven mitts Dante carefully edged his way from the church’s small kitchen, into the rec area where they had already set up long tables for food and for the visitors to eat at. “Excuse mo- Excuse m—“With a furrowed brow the man cleared his throat, trying to move past other volunteers who were chatting amongst themselves while he carried a broiling tray of food. ‘Even when they’re doing community service these people don’t seem too fond of strangers.’  He lamented just as he reached the main table and set the entrée down.

Surveying the table, Dante nodded, impressed. It was by no means gourmet but the small team had accomplished a lot in their short time together. ‘Even if most of them have no interest in working too hard.’ At a different age he might have recognized this petty irritation for what it really was:  misaligned woes over not being readily accepted here in Kalos like he had been in so many other places. Not that this particular adult was ready to admit that.

Dwelling far too long in his own thoughts he was roused by a passing volunteer who seemed to shout something at him in French. The atmosphere of the room had changed and the team was already lined up, prepared to serve.  

Quickly the man joined the end of the production-style line in the only open spot. Of course he’d be brushing elbows with Aurélien for the remainder of dinner. What could be expected? Trading out his oven mitts for latex gloves his ears perked up as the side door finally opened. Mirthful laughter spilled into the room as the first visitors began pooling in, some with Pokemon, some with families, and all among friends.  

Showtime.  

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OoC::

Hey all,  Just popping in before I head out for the night. Happy New Year’s Eve! It’s been absolutely amazing to see this group develop in to the diverse little community that it is, and I’m beyond excited to see what the future (and ManectricMod) holds for The National Park! 

As of right now Dante has (two) active threads, and I’d love to reach out and write with more of you!  If you’re up to it give this post a like and I’ll shoot you a message here (Or on Skype if we’re already connected.) and we can plan for something great. 

Cheers all! Be safe!  💓

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To: Eli  Time:  8:50 Subject: “blank”

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Ary: Ami’s isn’t the same without my dance partner. Retourne a moi!

Ary: PS never send me un selfie avec that coat ever again. Burn it. You’ll thank me someday.

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InboundSender: LyraaaTime:  15:53Subject: “blank” 

Good evening , “Ettthaaaannn (heart emoticon x 4) You were the recipient of exactly twenty-three text messages during my class. Your friend (Who owns a particularly lovely pink Pokegear) was then kind enough to leave it behind in her hurry to cut my class. Please let Ms. Soul know that she may retrieve her phone from me after she serves her twenty-three lunch detentions. I do not apologize for the inconvenience. 

- Mr. Ripley

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InboundSender:  Unknown number  Time:  00:53Subject: “blank” yo, still chasing the north wind? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Outbound To:  Unknown number   Time:  01:21Subject: “the north wind”Excuse me? Who is this? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - InboundSender:  Unknown number  Time:  01:24Subject: “the north wind”it doesn’t matter - take my word for it. south of rustboro, hoenn, perpendicular to the training school there are rumors of the legendary dogs appearing.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - InboundSender:  Unknown number  Time:  01:28Subject: “the north wind”they call it the trackless forest. something tells me it wouldn’t be impossible for you to get a hold of one of ecruteak’s clear bells. bring it there. it might be nothing.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inbound Sender:  Unknown number  Time:  01:30Subject: “the north wind” but taking a stranger’s advice at one in the morning is certainly not the most foolish thing you’ve ever done. D.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

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Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

The cobbled streetsof Lumiose stood all but vacant for the first time since the man had begunteaching in Kalos. If he paid attention to the weather report whilepreparing for the day, he would have been been wary of the monsoon-like weathernow tormenting the city. Alas much like now his mind was light-years away- andthe world around him was nothing more than ambient noise.

Lumiose had not beenkind to the burgeoning young professional. His first solo assignment happenedto be in a troubled neighborhood, where he knew not a single kind face, norfluently spoke the language.

Holed up by thewindow in one of the countless, virtuallyidentical café’s he was thankful to have a moment with something that always offered him some semblance of calm, the rain. 

The very nature ofthe renowned chef’s trade was to bring pleasure to those around him. It wasironic then that after so long of working at Restaurant Le Yeah that Sieboldhad lost his passion for serving up cuisine and routing regulars in battle. 

Hisopportunity to join the Elite Four came just as things seemed their moststrenuous, his own personal reprieve from the mundane. It was on rare evenings liketonight that the fates would align and he would  sit for tea at one of the distinctly unique café’sthat he had grown to love, and reminisce.

The stranger across the café was dry, assuredly because hehad been there long before the Elite. Still Siebold had seen no drinks nor conversation come to his table.The brunette had a far-off look in his eyes: plagued by uneasiness, bolsteredby dedication. It was a look reminiscent of Siebold’s own, years ago.

The stranger too, would eventually find his way.’Reculer pour mieux sauter..’

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Monachopsis

monachopsis - n. the subtle but persistentfeeling of being out of place.

His trade had been a blessing: he was privileged tofrequently brush shoulders with the most influential and significant minds inthe world. From them he could learn; pass on their words, all in hopes of impartingsome of their experiences to the nextgeneration of heroes and scholars.

He, the painfullymediocre man who had never been on a journey, did he deserve to be bordered bysuch unforgettable things?

His talent had been a curse: “The Pallet Town Prodigy”His drive drew him out of his shell and into the limelight. “A National Hero” Team Rocket had only been in his way. “The Champion” His life’s goalfelt hollow in the end, forcing him to withdraw from the next generation of heroes and scholars.

He, the extraordinaryboy who had unwittingly answered the call to be a hero, did he deserve to be bound by such unforgettable things?

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Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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He had always believed that anything essential was invisible to the eye, perhaps this man was an example of that, first impression be dammed. His smile relaxes as Aurélien makes an offhand comment about his French. It was conversational at best and his native Unovian accent made the song-like language clunky. He had focused heavily on the Johto and Hoenn regions during his study of language. Teaching in Kalos had been nothing more than a pipedream, ironically it became one of his first assignments. With only a month of warning he scrambled to prepare and his basic, but spirited grasp on the language was one of the many consequences.

Aurélien seems to realize this, as he filters more English into the conversation. Silently he was thankful though the gears in his head would continue to whirl later that night on whether or not ‘cute’ was being used sarcastically. Unsure of what to do with himself after the handshake his arms hang limply by his side. “Very much so-“ The words come unnaturally but as he crouches to Henri’s level to administer a high-five the ineptness seems less relevant. Even with the language barrier he had a natural flair for handling children. “I grew up attending a very similar school as a child. I know just how hardworking these parents can be, it is absolutely my pleasure.”  With a playful wink to the child Dante stands. “I won’t keep you though! A pleasure to meet you Aurélien..Henri I look forward to seeing you in the morning.”

With a wave the man retreats to the courtyard, kicking up the ball once again, carrying it in the crux of his arm. As the chipper voices of Henri and the surprisingly responsive Aurélien began to fade Dante sighs heavily, ascending the stairs back into the school. He would definitely need some kind of drink after all this.

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Far be it from over however. During orientation he expressed explicit interest in being involved with the community, especially after being told that he was in an area more prone to lower income housing. He believed that his job didn’t end in the classroom, and with the holidays right around the corner he could think of no better way to spend his time.

It was in this way that Dante ended up arriving at one of the local churches later in the evening for a Soup Kitchen. The athlete had swapped out his work attire for pretty standard apparel, A heather gray Henley, dark straight legged jeans, a faithful pair of boots, worn down by time, and an olive wax cotton jacket and beanie that were quickly swapped out for an apron and a hairnet.

People at work were rarely hindered by language and there certainly was plenty for the few people volunteering to do. He had arrived early, not by preference but due to the fact that the church had been much easier to find than the school, he quickly set to work. Amidst the cleaning, chopping and boiling of vegetables he quickly lost track of whom was around him and stepped out of place just in time to knock a smaller passerby in the shoulder.

There he was again, the boorish Unovian mucking things up again, man the guys at home would love this. Seeing the immediate need, he reached out, catching the (thankfully still) wrapped poultry that the man had been carrying. “What a mess-“ he obliquely referred to himself, with his typical catching smile.  Carefully handing off the package the two met again, for the third time in an unexpected situation.

“Aurélien..?” Somehow the artist’s name left his lips smoothly, a miracle compared to the rest of his enunciation of the language.  “Pftt” His eyes quickly dart to the man’s own hairnet, and the state of his fallen mohwak. It was nearly unbearable to not snicker at the other man’s look, especially with how he typically seemed to hold himself.

Tipping his chin up he grinned. “Least we both look the same now, huh?” He teased, his own was of assuring the man that the situation this morning was all water under the bridge, whether Ary cared or not. “Can’t say that I expected to see you here though.” His struggle to communicate had already become a source of insecurity for the normally brazen man. In response he seemed eager to latch onto  Aurélien, (despite their differences) knowing that he could fluently understand him.

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Shifting his weight from one leg to the other an amused noise escapes Dante’s lips. ‘So much for the holiday spirit.. though the girl did apologize. Let it go man, it’s not worth it.’ With the sounds of the Arctic Mankees echoing from his headphones he takes a moment to let her words sink in.

“Suicune huh?” Absently he scratched at his jawline, honestly it sounded like something one of his kids would come up with. Giving the girl a once over he realized that she was closer to his age than he had anticipated, in fact her face looked remarkably familiar. It was so difficult to keep names and faces straight these days. “How appropriate after last night’s downpour.” He seemed to be taking her claims as truth, a better outcome than typically expected after telling a stranger that you were seeing legendary beasts first thing in the morning.

“So you’re chasing the North Wind I take it? I hope you don’t expect to ever catch it.” The man had heard stories about a man who followed Suicune fanatically to no avail... it seemed to prove one of the most popular of Johto’s legendries. Shading his eyes with one hand he peered into the distance as if Suicune would be just over the horizon. “I’m impressed that you managed to be so close to it.. though, you must have some kind of..positive aura going for you.” He mumbles clearly having little to no idea whom he was speaking with.

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Interesting.

Route 35 had been empty for the early hours of the morning, which almost never happens. The Champion saw this as an opportunity to see if all of the rumors about Suicuine were true. There were apparently many sightings around this area, but she never did get the chance to see it in person. Upon meeting Eusine, she became further fascinated with the Pokemon, but unlike the researcher, she wasn’t obsessed with it. Since she was passing through the area, it made sense to stop. Who would pass up the chance to see such a legendary specimen?

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To say that the Unova native was having trouble adjusting to his newest assignment would be a grave understatement. Lumiose was a veritable maze, and the young man already yearned for the carefully planned streets back home. The woman who had guided him through his orientation had made the first trip so easy- Dante however had managed to turn the ten-minute commute into a twenty-minute venture through some of Lumiose’s many alleyways. Intriguing? Yes. Practical? Hardly.

He had considered hailing a cab or asking for directions but his wallet and the stony faces of the natives around him were reason enough to avoid either option. For what could have been the hundredth time Dante glanced at his watch pensively. He had twenty minutes to spare, a fact that brought little reprieve to the burgeoning young professional. It was so unlike him to worry about being early, enforcing the rules, or making good impressions but this early in his career Dante clung to every opportunity to get in good graces with his peers.

A fresh gust of crisp morning air sliced through the street and Dante shoved his hands back into the pockets of the only winter coat he owned. (A thrift shop find from Goldenrod.) It wasn’t glamorous by any means but it served its purpose, and also signaled the man out as a foreigner the very moment he entered a room with any of Lumiose’s fashionable elite. Taking a leveling breath he moves forward: Coffee would ease his mind, after all his nerves had kept him up the entire night.  

He entered the nearest café and joined the line obediently, eyes glazing over as he scanned the menu. He was still getting a handle on the language and the currency exchange—was a normal coffee really going to cost that much? As he fumbled mindlessly to get his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers he felt a set of eyes upon him, followed by a tone that was offensive in any language.

Immediately Dante feels an all too familiar pit build in his stomach as his face flushes in humiliation at the mohawked strangers unwarranted verbal attack. He was rarely ashamed of his humble belongings but to be called out so directly in front of the now cackling crowd? Mortifying. Dante typically responded to such comments by making a joke out of himself but the man was already out the door before Dante could manage a suitable retort. If these were the adults he was certain the Kalosian children would be a nightmare.

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But how wrong the man was: Every gleaming city had its troubled sections, and Lumiose was no different. Dante was scheduled to substitute at one of the only public schools in the city, and from the moment his children filtered into the modest classroom he felt the pure joy that only children could embody.

Naturally not every child was overjoyed to be in the classroom but for the first time since arriving in the city Dante saw familiar faces. These were the children of the working class, the ones who lived far from the lavish archetypes of the city. Yes, Dante would fit in perfectly after all, no stranger’s disapproval could convince him otherwise.

The day had come and gone uneventfully and as the school day ended Dante stayed behind to make sure all of his kids were sent off properly. The brunette had discarded his coat, which simply revealed more of a dull off-brand outfit, though thoughts of his appearance had long been forgotten.

His own infectious laugh rings out in the courtyard as his only remaining student takes a tumble over the ball that he was attempting to volley back to Dante. “Henri, come now—“ With ease the teacher launches the ball into the air and catches it in the crook of his arm before lending  a hand to the impishly grinning child. “We’re going to have to work on your finesse.” He muses just as the child launches himself at the teacher’s legs, sending both of them to the ground.

Again voracious laughter echoes against the old brick building, this time from the both of them. “I’ll have you know that this is a non-contact sport!” The man props himself up on his elbows, his faux authoritative tone fooling no one- especially coupled with the ear to ear grin gracing his face. It takes only a moment for Henri to change gears as he spots a certain designer waiting at the gate. Launching himself from the grass the boy takes off running, cheeks rosy from activity, arms outstretched eagerly, a vision of joy. “Eli! You’ll never guess how good my day was!”

Dante’s smile falters apprehensively as thoughts of the morning come flooding back to him. Honestly, what were the chances? Still he had introduced himself to all of the other children’s guardians, this man would be no different. Giving the two a moment Dante stood and made his way to the pair, clearing his throat. “Eli was it? A pleasure to meet you, I’ve been lucky enough to take charge of Henri’s classroom for the time being.”

His tone is impeccably pleasant though his copper colored eyes stare right through Aurélien. He extends a hand, cordial as ever. “Monsieur Ripley.”

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Exactly what time it was when Aurélien sauntered into this particular café to order today’s latte craving (four shots, almond milk) was in every way lost on the mohawked artiste. As far as he was concerned it might have been 10pm as well as it may have been 7am, but it didn’t much matter. What was not lost on the man was his desperate need to be awake for the rest of the day regardless. It being so early in the morning, there was a small rush of people before the work day would start, and Ary waited dutifully with sunken eye and a bit of a scowl until he was at the front of the line.

“Salut, Marie,” he said, a bit of life in his voice as he briefly but absently chatted with the barista who had anticipated his order. She recognized the look in his eyes that said I know any more than four shots of espresso is both frowned up and too pricey, but if I don’t get caffeine right now I may just die. There was a tapping of shoes a few places back in line, and our grumpy hero had no time for such rudeness, none in the least.

Turning around as he paid, using everything he had in his pocket to do so, he was caught off guard by, to him, a rather shabbily dressed individual, now the scapegoat of his grumpy retort to impatience. A onceover, up and down. Under normal circumstances perhaps Ary would not be so inclined toward rudeness, but the opportunity was there.

“Mes excuses, monsieur, some of us,” he said looking briefly at the actual shoe tapper before directing his words moreso to the man behind him, “take our times when we do things, like choosing what clothes to buy and wear. I see this is not your custom. Alors, permettez-moi to get out of your way. I hope you have money left for coffee after the em,” with another up and down, “extravagant choices you have made.” Leaning to make eye contact with the offending shoe owner, he added “If you must tap at me, try this season’s shoes. They make a better sound, just ask our resident expert.”

He turned, his hand out, and in it was his drink, as a couple of people laughed. It wasn’t his best moment. His criticisms weren’t even good the way they sometimes were, but his shade was tired. His whole existence was tired. Rather than apologize or try to smooth anything out, he resolved to avoid that café for a few days.

“Ciao!” was the end of his tour in this one, with espresso for his soul and a hope he would wake up enough to function, getting his half-baked wit in order. L’esprit d’escalier, he though of all the best ways to read the man’s clothes into the ground just after he’d stepped outside, finally noticing it was quite specifically the early morning.

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"Are you sure it's safe to ride a one seat bike in two people?"

Dante’s lips pressed together tightly at his companions completely logical question. Rather illogically himself he hadn’t even considered that very dilemma when he proposed the two share said bike after their tour guide clarified that the number of tourists exceeded the number of bicycles. 

“Perhaps not.Leaf was it?.but..well..” Squinting at their surroundings he locked eyes with a vendor on the side of the road renting out roller skates. “Hey, when in Lumiose do as the Kalosians themselves, right? It can’t be that hard..and at least we could keep up with our tour group.” He suggested with brazen confidence.He was athletic right? He had seen several kids skirting around on them, it had to be easy. “We totally got this.”

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It really was none of his business..but how could he resist? It’s not every day that lacy lingerie falls out of the bag of the man standing next to you at the terminal. Besides how else was he to pass the time while the Magnet Train was delayed due to weather?

Crossing his arms behind his back the man gives his best sympathetic smile. “Listen there’s no shame, we all started somewhere. Though..a friendly word of advice? Green just isn’t your color.” 

"But I thought boys didn't wear bras?"

Fire’s face was a bright shade of red as he looked at the…"female undergarment" that had fallen out of his bag and in front of the stranger. He picked it up slowly, examining it for a second before quickly shoving it back in his bag.

“Uh…it’s not mine. I swear!” Fire’s face was even redder and he began sweating as he tried to find an excuse as to how a bra ended up with his traveling supplies.

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Early to Rise :: OPEN

The winter had been abnormally warm, so much so that Pidgey and Poliwag still scuttled around the underbrush at will. Johto’s route 35 was typically swathed with crisp white snow this late in December, but the abnormal conditions left the windy route dangerously mud-covered after the previous night’s downpour.  For one particular man that was a welcome challenge.

‘When you're on a golden sea, you don't need no memory, just a place to call your own’

Dante had woken up just as the sun crested over Goldenrod, a habitual deed for the teacher, even half way through the school’s winter recess. Normally waking up at the crack of dawn on one of his rare days off put the man in a foul mood, but there was something cathartic about waking up in this particular city. He surmised that it was the blend of fresh air, simpler living, and the abundance of family run businesses dispersed around the city. Despite having all of the amenities of a large city Goldenrod still managed to feel welcoming, something Dante felt most cities he visited were sorely lacking. It had been years since Team Rocket was even a passing thought to these people and Goldenrod ‘s brilliance had returned in full force; it was unquestionably his preferred place to substitute, and privately he thought about settling down there should the need ever arise.

‘As we drift into the zone, on an island in the sun, we'll be playing and having fun’

Swift strides carried the brunette along route 35 as he nimbly maneuvered past the large pools of water that the earth had rejected and the dangerously slick areas that would certainly be the bane of many a traveler as the day wore on. Route 35 was a hotspot for battles and trainers but at this hour it was nearly deserted, just the runner, his music, and the winding road. Picture-perfect.

A quick glance down to his C-Gear confirmed that he was just approaching his third mile of the day now, not bad. Just as he rounded the bend a flash of color caught his eye in the otherwise drab landscape.. a Pokemon?..no..a person hunched over in the tall grass?

‘We'll spend some time forever, we'll never feel bad anymore’

Quickly the built man stops, puzzled. The city-born man’s brain told him to mind his own business, but when had that ever stopped him before? Besides, despite the heat it was the holidays.

“Oi! Stranger!” Silence.. Not even a jump.

Miffed Dante pulls his headphones from his ears and approached the individual from behind. Swinging his headphones over his shoulders he clears his throat.

“Hey- doesn’t take a rocket scientist to explain WHY being hunched over in the grass like that is a bad idea.”

His words come off harsher than intended, but honestly what was this person thinking? He couldn’t see Pokeballs at their hip..how did they even get this far? Was something lost? Were they injured? Crossing his arms, the man wipes pooled sweat from his brow beginning to feel the weight of his run during this little pause in regularly scheduled programming. This had better be quick.

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SILLY/CRACK RP STARTER SENTENCES

"Are you sure it's safe to ride a one seat bike in two people?"

"But I thought boys didn't wear bras?"

"Don't you DARE tell me I can't eat all these cookies."

"Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?!"

"But if I give YOU the waffles then I won't get any!"

"Dude, are you drawing porn?!"

"Don't you dare bring giraffes into this conversation."

"Stop trying to make me laugh don't you see that I'm trying to be dramatic?"

"Spider. On your shoulder."

"How did you even got your hair like that man."

"You've been playing for 3 hours, it's my turn!"

"AHK! The light! It's too bright! Close the curtains! CLOSE THE CURTAINS!"

"Zombie apocalypse is serious business. Stop laughing."

"Is there something on my tooth?"

"I want pancakes, make me some, I can't use the cook."

"What. No milk."

"How much do you want in chocolate for it?"

"I'll bake you cake if you do it."

"Where are my pajamas, I can't find them."

"How dare you not share ice cream with me."

"What are you doing with that pot, man."

"Horses and ponies are not the same thing."

"I'm sad. Give me sweets."