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Gold cants his head to the left, watching Lyra look the crêpe over – he doesn’t confess to the mess, refuses to admit why the treat looks the way it does. There’s no point in doing so, considering Lyra hasn’t brought it up. Seems like she’s got more important things to concern herself with.
Amber eyes flicker back over her, the give-away crease of his brow indicating how he feels about seeing her in such a state: sympathetic, but entertained. He feels a little bad about it, choosing to shoot down her offer – promise? – of paying him more for the work. She misses the joke entirely, something Lyra’s always been good at when it comes to his quips. Her ability to do so is almost impressive. Maybe she’s reached a sort of desensitization to the champion’s repartee, no longer hearing them for what they are.
Normally, Lyra didn’t mind Gold’s light-hearted teasing one bit — in fact, it often helped to lighten the mood during times she was feeling down and brought her spirits up considerably. More often than not, she enjoyed bantering alongside him too, although she never came up with anything quite as good as his remarks.
However, right now she was absolutely exhausted and nearly at her wit’s end. Whether it was with good intentions or not, she definitely was not in the mood to be messed with. Instead of offering him a playful roll of her eyes and a small giggle in return like she would have done under different circumstances, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Hibiki, please,” Lyra groaned. “It’s been a long day... And I- Agh!”
A loud thrash against the door sent her lurching forward. Lyra managed to balance herself in the nick of time, saving herself from a one-way trip right towards the tiled flooring that surely wouldn’t have been pleasant. Narrowing her eyes, her hand instinctively reaching for her Ninetales’s Poké Ball, she gave an exasperated sigh.
“Alright, that’s it! I’ve had enough of this Mankey,” she growled determinedly. “I’ve got an idea. If you can open the door, I can have Sienna hit ‘im with Hynposis. That should be enough to put him back in his Poké Ball until I can contact his Trainer.”
Waiting for Gold’s approval, she took a few cautious steps back to allow enough room for her plan. “Come on out, Sienna!” she called. There was a bright flash of red before her Ninetales emerged, appearing sleepy as she greeted them with a loud yawn. “When the Mankey comes out from behind the door, I want you to hit him with your best Hypnosis. Got it?” Sienna nodded firmly.
“Ready, Hibiki? Lyra asked. “On the count of three. One, two... Three!”
Hey, guys! I need a bit ‘o help. I need a quote (not too long) that suits Lyra. My friend is asking for one (not sure why, but I’m not gonna question it...) so!! I’m bad at this kinda stuff, so I thought I’d ask for help.
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My music’s on shuffle. Send me a 🎵 and I will write a line from the song playing that reminds me of our muses’ connection/relationship and why.
The Lighthouse and The Whaler by Pioneers
I was wishing we could go back to how it wasbefore aged impaired our speechI was wishing we could go back to the houseour hands pressed in the concrete
Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood
'Cause it's too coldFor you here and nowSo let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater
for the 1st song AKA the Flint and Volk one, I imagine them longing to go back to when they were kids, when things were simpler and they were always together, side by side. since they don’t see each other as often now.
for the 2nd, when Lyra visits Red up on Mt. Silver, he offers her a sweater to keep her warm!! YEAH!!
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