Rocco's Modern Hiatus

EDIT: By the way, I have a twitter too 

The typhlosion shuddered, the thought thought of swimming wasn’t too scary… But he was a fire type. Those two things just don’t mix! “Well, yeah, I can swim; It’s just… I can’t stand anything too deep. Anything more than nine feet I’m not touching at all. What if I get sucked up by a wailord on accident, or get attacked by an aggressive group of sharpedo? My only defense is hitting them while underwater… Which is stupid. And thunder punch, my own move, would absolutely fry me. I think I’d rather swim for fun at a small pool or whatever… That stuff ain’t scary at all.” He put a hand on his hip and pounded his chest with his other arm, grinning. “But don’t let that one thing make ya’ think I’m a weenie! Besides that, nothing could make me shy away from anything~”

Rocco didn’t notice Lixue walking up to him. His back was turned while he was busy wrapping a wound dressing around his chest, right where the lucario’s own chest spike stabbed him. Once he heard her voice and became aware of her presence, he got scared and jumped, covering the wrapping around him by crossing his arms. “O-oh! Hey! I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Just crossing my arms, being cool and stuff, y’know?” He gave a smile with the tiniest bit of discomfort in it, trying his best to hide the wound. “Are uh, you okay yourself? You were laughing pretty hard last time… Heh, big booty drop bomb attack…” Rocco tried stifling a laugh, but he just couldn’t hold it. The more he thought about that video the more he was rolling on the floor laughing, being sure to cover his bandage though.

“Oh! Nice to meet you then.” He smiled, extending a hand. “My name is Rocco, as Re probably told you.” He grabbed his goggles and pulled them off his head to show them off. “I guess they’re somewhat important- and super stylish too. I only ever used them for eye protection once, when I was riding back and forth on the back of a Tropius. He let me keep them afterwards. Other than that, there’s no big story to these things.”

“Oh, you flatter me, miss~ Might I say that you’re rather stunning yourself! Your flames really bring out your uh… Eyes.” Rocco awkwardly looked away and cleared his throat. “Anyways, let me start with that I started doing mercenary work as a Cyndaquil, along with a friend. It sounds strange, I know, but think of it as a junior exploration team or something; Except we needed to do what we needed to do to survive. To answer your question though, there’s just so many things I could choose from… But one in particular was when we had to hunt down a zoroark who was killing people and disguising himself as them. It was really hard to do it, especially when we had no idea who he could be, and if he knew we were after him. I almost became his next victim.” Rocco grinned. “He disguised himself as me and was about to take my friend out, but he managed to outsmart the zoroark and knock him unconscious, even despite the differences in strength. Most children wouldn’t know what to do in this situation, but we were far from the ordinary! Though, I guess you could say my friend did most of our work that time…” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Dosen’t mean I didn’t pull my own weight though! After all, what is a main character getting his title for if he does nothing?!” Rocco grinned, doing a little pose as he looked at Evelynn. “Does that answer your question?~”

@rogue-pantslizard

“I will admit, I like your cosplay if that is one. Now, to answer your question… These,” he tugged at the pair of goggles strapped around his head, “were with me since the day I was born. My mother gave ‘em to me, they aren’t really anything special. I mean, unless you count protective eye wear being special then I guess it is. And my scarf was just something I wore back in my old days of being a part of a team. Funny, isn’t it? I had this since I was a Cyndaquil and it still fits like a charm!”

"As for your other question, it really depends on the humans. As long as they don't try and mess with me, I'm totally fine with 'em coexisting. Except this one human girl I met. I'm still salty about her.”

“Let me explain a little bit. I never personally knew my father, and for a while I thought he never existed! I used to think my mother just made my egg poof into existence. Speaking of, I barely have any memories about my mother, too, which is pretty sad. But I do remember her face a bit. Ya’ sort of remind me of her… Not like that’s bad or anything! She was beautiful! Plus you give me some weird motherly vibe, too. ” He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway, once both of my parents had been out of the picture I was adopted by my uncle. But! That’s a story for another time. Can I say it was nice to meet another Typhlosion? Especially one as pretty as you! Do think about comin’ back sometime!”

"Y'know, I'm offering my services if you're perhaps interested in the future?~"

“Deal?”

Turning to the left of the entrance, you would see a sign that read “Home of Rocco The Typhlosion”, with a piece of paper stuck at the bottom that also said “Shout before you enter”. It made sense. There didn’t look like a door or anything to keep people out. Suddenly, you would hear footsteps coming from the stairway, and you unsurprisingly saw Rocco himself step outside. “I knew I heard somebody out here!” He clapped his hands together and excitedly grinned, his bright yellow eyes dead focused on you. “I wasn’t really expecting people though, at least not so early. The house ain’t really finished for just anybody to waltz on in yet too. So, could I help you with anything? ‘Cuz if not…” His excited grin would soon drop into a plain, bored expression. “You probably won’t find it very exciting here. Not right now, at least. I don’t really have much time for chit-chat, ya’ get me? But I guess I can let it slide.”