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“There are memories that time does not erase…

Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

indie D/P/PL protagonist Lucas.

-That being said, he wasn’t entirely disappointed to find the old man loitering– was he waiting for some one or some thing?– about the Game Corner that afternoon.  He gestured to one of his associates as he stepped away from their company, telling them to go on ahead as he adjusted his plans.  He made his way toward the Fire-type specialist and paused a pace or two away.-

Snapping back to the matter at hand, he quickly changed his expression of surprise to a polite smile. He didn’t recognize the chap in front of him -- new ownership, maybe? The old man looked him up and down --nope, not a clue. 

Although, Blaine couldn’t shake a feeling -- why did this man pick him out to speak with? Did he really stick out that much? Was he finally getting so old that he looked shady at casinos? Or maybe it was the fact that he’d been staring at a wall for minutes. Yeah, the old man conceded, that was probably very strange. 

“Ohoho, just an old man lookin’ around, seeing how the place has changed over the years. So, perhaps a little of both! How long have you been working here?” 

Once he ate a few good helpings, Will stopped to take a drink before observing the elder man once more.

Sometimes you had to stop running from the past, face it, and bury it. Yeah, Blaine sometimes needed to check his own advice and follow it.

Or he just wasn’t careful. It reminded him of his father and how he fell off of a tree branch when he was cutting down a tree. More specifically, he was sawing the tree branch that he was sitting on. He never did quite understand how that had happened… But that wasn’t something to worry about for now; he could contemplate that later. For now, he was going to try and see if he can get SOMETHING for his wrist, especially with how it did seem more and more likely that it was more than just a sprain.

“It’s probably gonna be in my best interest to get it checked out, h-ha…” Keeping his non injured hand underneath it so that it was at least level, he perked up at the mention of ice and wrapping, and he nodded as he gave a thankful smile. Good thing he’d been climbing trees in such an area where someone WOULD hear him.

Oh Arceus, he hoped he had some ice in the freezer left. The students were absolutely notorious for using the last of the ice in the freezer tray and not (deliberate or accidental he wasn’t sure - the jury was out) filling it back up, even though the sink was in the same room as the fridge. Kids, he sighed as he shook his head. Well, he probably had some dry ice hanging around. You know you’re a scientist when you’re more certain about having liquid nitrogen rather than just plain ol’ frozen water. 

Blaine led his newfound companion towards the break room, pulling out a chair. “Have a seat, I’ll get you fixed up.” 

Opening the cabinet, he was grateful to have found a ziplock bag to put the ice into. The old man slowly turned towards the fridge.