MOVED TO GRUNTBB

ʜᴇʏ, ʙᴏꜱꜱ?           ᴹʸ 'ᵐᵃ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ⁻⁻ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᶠ'ᵉʳ ᵈⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ.

                                                                         𝕃𝕒𝕨 || 𝕄𝕦𝕟

“ Feel like reminding the grunts to be easy with the fresh meat … ”

“I have a cute lil baby sis now.” 

“And she happens to be a little shit.” 

➦             even if she didn’t NEED one.              it still felt nice to know she was welcomed anytime to simply walk into po town’s pokécenter. hands clasp just below her bandanna, gemstone eyes fixated on the pathway leading to the ruined building. from atop her beanie came a short cry, clicking & screechy. how could she forget the partner gifted to her upon joining the ranks? curiously, her gaze shifts to claim the attention of her winged pokémon.

                               ❛ - zu, sh’h ; y’know y’er way too loud f’er our own good. ‘sides, ‘m not stallin’. - ❜

             even if she was, that wasn’t why bb refused to enter the pokécenter yet. currently two grunts were already visiting with big sis. ( well, technically not BIG SIS ‘big sis’, PLUMERIA, but rather who bb herself called big sis ; MAX. ) letting elbows drop, her hands loosened & let her limbs fall slack at the pinkette’s sides. both blue grunts were probably in there for some long time, she wonders how long max liked to talk to men. after knowing her for so long, it almost seemed to her like BIG SIS MAXIE ( as bb called her ) favored to have ‘long talks’ with boys in general.              well, none as long as how much time she spent with BIG G, but that was another topic bb knew a little about. as far as the SKULL GRUNT was aware, that was a different sort of trouble ; they were besties, right? that’s why they held hands & laid on each other sometimes.

             after what seemed like ages, the two previous tennants attending a visitation to the center came skulking out, squat-walking & throwing hand jives about. neither of them seemed dysfunctional or mussed up. . . must’ve just been a fairly decent chat about pokémon then! ( innocent, ain’t she. ) stepping up to the doors, she waited for the automatic sensor to shift them open — only stepping inside as her zubat latched its wings around her beanie for security.

                               ❛ - maxie -?? - ❜               no, that didn’t feel right. choking up, grunt b slung her arms back into an open swing, prepped for a fresh lay-down.                                ❛ - YO, LIS’SUN UP -- YEAH, ‘M TIGHT.                                     LEMME BRING Y’ALL A LESSON T’UH LIGHT.                                     DOUBLE B ON THA’ SCENE, ROLLIN’ UP ; TAKE A SEAT,                                    ‘CUS YA GIRL’S ON TH’ MIC, RAPPIN’ OUT YA FRESH BEATS.                                     MIND’S EYE, FLASHIN’ WIDE, HOPE YA LEARNED - HOPE YA HEARD ;                                     THROW IT BACK FO’ A SEC ( YO! ) MAX’S IN F’ER A WORD! - ❜

              pausing instinctually for a moment as a hand threw a two finger salute to an ear, the other reaching out like a DJ tossing a beat towards the crowd, bb waiting with an eye squinted shut in this pose for her sister figure to pop out from behind the canvased counter ON CUE. instead, she found little to no life bustling beyond what she could perceive. brows lift spaciously like she’s finally realizing the truth ; except to anyone besides her, bb’s truth was always a little more dulled down from the actual reality of most situations.               maybe max had doubled back her shift & decided that it was high time for a nap? pausing, bb glanced up to her pokémon partner, positively dumbfounded from her shortcomings.

> LITERALLY ALMOST 10 FOLLOWERS IN AN HOUR.

BB, CONFUSED HOLDING GROCERIES:

OOC.

OOC.

➦              LITERALLY.               crimson colors her palms & drip off from her fingertips, threatening to stain white sneakers if she weren’t holding an underarmed cactus pose. the pinkette’s head ultimately hunkered down into her neck in shame, one of the superiors of the team now glaring her down. dang it ; she only meant to surprise the team. half the lawn was painted red by bb finger-painting on a larger scale. the grunt had uncapped a paint can & dunked both hands in to be her brushes. turns out you can’t exactly spell out GO BIG G & PLUMERIA without getting stuck by the shrubbery boundaries.

              most of the artwork had been written around bends of landscaping, leading to a jumble of letters & a misconstrued message. although her intentions were harmless, she’d done more damage to their own property than actual grafitti would. now she was probably looking at hard time-out penalties amongst other grunt punishments. without thinking, her attitude sporadically shifts to snark, trying to defend her actions.

                               ❛ - s’not like i was TRYNA make a mess -!! what if i’ was one ‘a y’er b-days?? doubt NEITHER ‘a you would’a been so stewed if this said ‘HAPPY EIGHTIETH YO’. - ❜

              again, with no thought, she crosses her arms -- incoherently painting her underarms & tank sides the new shade of a crisp apple. bb had no means of really paying it back for the cost this might reign in for their paradise, but she was certain of one thing. while she’d listen to both her elders in regards to how to be a part of the team, when whatever she did seems justified. . . she’d refuse to back down. though, personally all it would take to make her flake from her stubbornness would be a swat upside the beanie, but it’s not like either ADMIN or LEADER would lay a hand on their GRUNTS.

➦              but he’s getting it anyways.               dual grip keeps the tapu cocoa held firm in the grunt’s grasp, her usual wobbling self now strictly balanced as though her very life depended on this. it was still - what - seven in the morning? nobody in the mansion was awake yet ; at least not that bb knew. for once, she had woken up from a cold sweat, another nightmare of losing the people she cared about most. . . her new family. it was thanks to Big G that the pinkette found herself surrounded by love for the first time in nine long years. 

              the typical process of her special tapu cocoa was eloquently long, mostly due to her wanting to let the brew simmer before topping it off with a light layer of cream that she’d let blend in naturally over time. it wasn’t too sugary in taste because it still had that bite of cacao that truly made chocolate bittersweet. cautious feet nurse the carpeted stairs leading up to the top floors of the group home, the skull grunt nervously peeking over a shoulder inconsistently to ensure she wasn’t going to get jumped by some grouchy sleepwalker.

              time ticked on like a horrifying nuance to further keep her from her delivery, echoing clockwork within her skull, reverberating every step taken. eyes squeeze shut as she mounts the top of the stairs, nose wrinkled under bandanna. as one eye reluctantly peeks, her gaze sweeps aside to their destination. BINGO! almost neglecting her need for steadiness, bb bounces in place at the risk of spilling a few precious drops over the rims of her hands -- dang it. should’ve kept her head in the game. more determined than ever, white sneakers cascade across the landing until she’s outside on the roof. all she’s gotta do is just caaaarefully edge along the boarding to get to boss’s room.

              the soft summer breeze of alolan winds ease her anxieties as progression is made, only for her to breathe out exasperatedly once feet find solid flooring. she’s only a few feet from his door ; almost there! her ear thumps gently to the door, double checking for any snoring or signs of life. maybe guzma’s still conked out? she HOPES so -- if she walks in on the big bad BUG dad while awake, who knows what trouble awaits her?

              vibrant magentas catch the creak of the door’s ajar opening, barely cracking into the room when she spots his form - still slain across the bed. NICE. shouldering in, bb’s absolutely silent beyond little huffs as she treads towards his throne. a surprise for when guz decides to rise from the grave would be a nice change of pace ; especially since it’s seemed like life hadn’t been treating him as it should. as the mug’s placed on the armrest of the BUG MASTER’S KINGDOM, bb hesitates a second. he’s sleeping, so. . . nobody would notice if she just --

              PLOP. for five meager seconds, the grunt lets her worldwide dream of being in the boss’s shoes overwhelm her before scooting her tush from his seat. NOPE. not yet ; she’s not ready for that kind of power. . . for that glory & rush of being at the top. no. . . she likes it how things are. curiously, the rugrat sized grunt toddles over to just loom menacingly over the slumbering guzma’s bedside, fists balled by thighs with nothing more to offer than peeping eyes.                this is immediately followed up with a little victory session of hands & signs thrown in a pumped-up squat. distracted, but satisfied, bb finally finds the time right to leave the mighty presence of her boss, tip-toeing back towards the door. 

              that is -- until she slips on a bottle left laying from his shelf. rolling under its lack of weight, her body slams loudly with a THUD onto the floor, her head rising up in a panic. WAIT ; DID ANYONE EVER TELL HER HOW LIGHTLY HE SLEPT? SHOOT -- SHE SHOULD’VE ASKED MORE QUESTIONS AT GRUNT ORIENTATION!               in a flurry, caution thrown to the wind, the smallest of the team bum-rushes it to the door, hurrying out as fast as little freckled limbs could carry her.