Name's Michael, don't forget it.

lionheartedphoenix replied to your post:“How about a hug, hm?”

“I smell like strawberries, definitely strawberries. I couldn’t help myself. Forgive this sinner.” stated the ebony-haired before engulfing her in a gigantic hug.

As childish as it was, Jules giggled and nuzzled into her…friend? Sure, that was probably the best thing to call Michael, she thought, taking in the familiar scent of her own shampoo.

“Nothing that needs to be forgiven.” She reassured. “Just good to have you back.”

“It’s good to see you, Jules! I’m sorry I’ve been so absent in Lumiose City. Life tends to grab a hold and yank you further than you can ever imagine.” he snorted, giving her a light squeeze before sighing.

A smile curled around his lips at her words and he couldn’t help but snicker. “ Awww, It’s always good to feel wanted!” he called, patting her back twice before leaning back to give her a look over. Was she okay? Nothing hurt? Nothing stupid? Good.

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

Consider it forgotten. And thanks. The eye and its surrounding area on that side still look… less than brilliant, but could be worse. Burn scars really do suck.

I could try with my Pokémon, though none of the ones I have with me are really the fighting sort. Apart from Ryoko. And I don’t think wrestling a Hydreigon would be one of my smarter moves. Could try Em, but he’d probably die. Or Court, but I’d probably die. …Perhaps I should just stick to contests rather than fighting people for now. I’ll just leave the fighting to you.

Wah, thanks Sera, thanks a ton! And it doesn’t look that bad at all! I mean, it’s healed pretty good as far as I know. But yes, exacto mundo. Burn scars suck the shit outta ya.

Huh... I could offer you Athos? Or any of my other fighting ‘mon to be honest... But hey, you’re pretty good at contests too, aren’t you? I mean, I couldn’t do a contest for the life of me. I’d suck so much. Pfff.. Emmet. Well, yeah no. He wouldn’t survive.

Aww, shucks. I’ll fight twice as hard for ya then.

Sweetcheeks? Really, Michael? But still, appreciate it. The offer, that is. But it’s not like it even gets pointed out quite as much anymore. Rather certain that it’s healed as much as it’s going to, and it’s not even really noticeable unless you’re standing decently close now. So. Comments and staring at it are at an all-time low.

I think I can understand that. Fighting can be fun, though much more so when there are no lives on the line. Been a while since I fought anyone when nothing was at stake over it.

Yeaaaah... That was definitely a no-goer, wasn’t it? Forget I said that one. Definitely forget I said that one. And I getcha, I know you appreciated the offer. Hah. It did heal up pretty good, huh? I’m glad for ya! I know what a pain burn scars can be. Got one myself too.

Fighting is incredibly fun! But not when your life is at stake. Then it’s just a dangerous thrill. I wrestle with my ‘mon, though. So I guess that’s all right. And my sister. Whenever she asks for a lesson of self defense.

Ooh, tempting. But no, no need to bother. As kind an offer that is, I think I’d much prefer to do that myself. …Though I suppose I’m used to it being pointed out by now, so maybe it doesn’t really matter.

Still, why miss a chance to kick someone.

Well, the offer is a l w a y s open if ya feel need of it, got it sweetcheeks? Ain’t no-one gon’ mess with my clique. Also nah, I wouldn’t say that man. It ain’t got nothing to do with them, right? So they should stop pointing it out and gawking like its the eight wonder of the world or some shit like that.

E X A C T L Y.

A kick is always well placed! I kind of miss the underground fights I used to do, ya know?

I really don’t know why I expected. I just wanted a laugh, instead I get the fire shit. It’s always the fire shit. It’s been almost a year, you’d think making fire jokes at me would get old, but nope, apparently not. Oh well.

I try, I try~!