“  oh.  you were serious.  ”  he guesses he shouldn’t be all that surprised,  but the prospect makes him a little too elated.  he sighs to himself.  “  a head’s up?  you make it sound like i don’t have a choice.  ”  as if he’d fight it.  but that doesn’t mean the fake bitch Will Not Try.  “  are you taking shots at me,  the guy that lives alone in a huge gym  ?  i like my gym anyways.  and i bet you wouldn’t do the dishes...  ”  volkner doesn’t do them himself.

“  so i’m just not enough anymore,  huh.  typical top behaviour...  ”

txt. i’m ending everything finally, flint. @pyrelite

txt.  and you all wonder why i never reach out...

“  so i’m not in my gym for a month.  ”  he’s sleeping.  just sleeping and not in his gym.  “  ---  and that’s considered bad,  but you’re allowed to wander around the world all the time  ?  unfair.  ”  /  @mythoseek

all in all, things that make him feel better: engineering, flint, probably a video game, a lot of music, and long ass naps. they don’t do much but they help the best anything really can. he’s still just sort of............scraping through the days unfortunately. but i would say he’s happier now than say, a few years ago when he was frustrated and refused to acknowledge his problems. because he finally has, and because he’s more honest and open about it, and because he has close friends, and now medicine, things are getting better, even if it’s getting better very, very, very slowly. ty for the ask :* !!!! 

“  something like that.  ”  oh.  that isn’t exactly an answer,  huh  ?  he really hasn’t had company in a while, has he.  “  i don’t really what i was thinking when i built all this.  it’s boring.  ”  to anyone else,  it would be the opposite of that  -  with colorful lights, grand fixtures,  and all the like.  not to mention,  it’s all handcrafted by himself.  but the perfectionist in him wants something new.  something to distract himself.  “  i’m taking everything apart and adding to it.  that’s the sound system.  wanna test it out  ?  ”

“  don’t touch that.  ”  it comes out a little too harshly than he means for it too.  he’s  ...  still working on it.  the whole interacting with people thing.  if anything,  his sharp tone was because what she was about to touch might have been faulty.  this is what he gets for tinkering with his gym and allowing himself company.  a sigh.  “  it’s dangerous.  it might shock you.  ”    /   @estrellawn  !

    “  yeah.  my spirit’s already half way done leaving this plane.  i’m on my way.  ”

    ------  plays dead.

“  most people couldn’t do gym leader work,  let alone everyone.  the stuff we have to do can be pretty rough.  ”  as if he’s one to talk.  all he did this week was give badges away for free and tell kids to leave.  “   so before we take our well earned vacation to alola together,  what do you think we should say to the champions.  maybe a strike is in order.  ”  he’ll get the posters.

ugh.  we all know no one can say no to oly.  she’s just too good...a legend,  that everyone,  in every region,  stans.  for good reason.  “  ...  okay.  ”  it’s a wonder he’s putting his pen away,  but it’s gone.  he gingerly reaches for the burrito and averts his gaze before looking back at the other with an almost unnoticeable but appreciative smile.  “  thanks, olympia.  i’ll cut it in half so we can share ?  ”

“  i’m not hungry.  ”  he’s not the best liar,  especially considering his stomach just growled.  but hey,  he’s got a pen in his left hand and a ruler in the other,  and this design for his gym he just thought up is making his head spin with ideas.