Nαтυяαℓ Hαямσηια

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           Fortunately (or unfortunately), nothing was broken.            Though that was the least of his worries— who knew            something like that could just { POP } and paint his            picture-perfect (and ‘handsome’) visage a crimson            he really didn’t want to see? He moved his hand up            in time, thankfully, though it did little to prevent the            pain in his cheek. If he didn’t get a black eye, he            most certainly had a bruise.

           ’ Tch. ’

           And he didn’t even wince. Rivulets of red fluid travel            the length of his hand and drop onto his sleeve, others            down his chin and mouth.

           Surely he hadn’t expected the player to sit down            and take this, right? He didn’t have time to think or            calculate his decision, arm reaching out to grapple            the teen with talon-like digits, holding him close,            blue staring into blue with such ferocity and            hatred, one could only think they were staring            into the hateful gaze of a great barbarian.

           ’ You make me sick. Prove to me otherwise—            prove to me you’re half the man you claim to be.            You’re a dumb boy, you know that? ‘

           Hatred filled his core, made his stomach twist and knot.            N didn’t deserve to be the receiving end of his ire—            Tyler was having an off day.

           ’ — No. No, I don’t even want to see your face. ‘

           Daringly does he release the boy from his grasp.

           ’ You’re a waste of my time. ‘

           That wasn’t the case. He just didn’t want to hit            N, though this day wouldn’t be forgotten. A quick            turn of his heel and he’s walking in the opposite            direction.

                   ’ Hmph. ‘

The last thing he needed was for N to start howling                    like a child. He complies nonetheless, letting go of the                    teen and giving him a rough shove.

Nαтυяαℓ Hαямσηια Gяσριυѕ

“All these Pokémon. In the eyes of you trainers are nothing but leeways to an easy life.”

♦ Selective/Private/Singleship/Independent ♦ Storyline is post B/W2, other timelines can be discussed. ♦ Years of experience; 15 yrs/4yrs on tumblr ♦ Friendly mun, always willing to talk ooc ♦ Cross-overs are accepted and encouraged. ♦ No Genderbends, please. I don’t like them. ♦ Come talk to me, mun’s a lonely dork.