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HERE COMES A KILLER WHALE, 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞　　　　　　

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 TO SING ME TO SLEEP

#SEABASINS　✩　an independent, selective, and canon divergent blog for POKEMON TRAINER OC ,　kendria "kennie" onley .　blog is low-activity, OC- and crossover-friendly, and 18+ for mature themes.

a study in: eco-terrorism, conservation, what lies beneath the depths of the ocean, self-improvement, hypocrisy, penitence, best intentions, betrayal, staying hopeful despite everything, preferring pokémon over humans, chasing that adrenaline rush, and what it means to be good.

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He kinda let it go too far to just "I'm not that guy anymore"-it up, now, didn't he?

Now that he stood in front of Kendria, in her home, having already told her about as much of his betrayal as he could without completely losing face, Lorenz was starting to wonder how he could have deluded himself into thinking this was ever going to be any different from his disastrous reunion with Trey.

Because little Kennie was always a bit more easygoing than his ol' bro? A bit more oblivious, agreeable, asked fewer questions? Yeah, right, as if that wasn't also on him. How could he have expected her to believe he changed, when he himself was still treating her like the impressionable child he once perceived her as? Couldn't blame that Dwebble for calling the Polteageist back.

He wasn't sure for how long he let that silence hang between the two of them after Kendria gave him a definitive answer on Solis and Ballie, not without referencing that she wasn't aware of the full extent of what he put his Pokémon through, making the pit in his gut ache just a little bit more for the road. But at the very least, it seemed to close any avenue he had to keep justifying himself.

He made his case. She didn't hide what she thought of his actions. Now there was nothing left for him to do but leave Kendria be. Surely he'd imposed enough of his presence upon her as it were.

Lorenz walked back, his shoulder accidentally brushing against the wall framing the entrance. He swung his bag back onto his shoulder, then turned back to face what he assumed still was Kendria's general direction.

"I'll go now." He said. "But just so we're clear, I'm not running away. I'll be back to personally apologize to Ballie and Solis. On the condition you'll allow me."

He slid his hand to his pocket and took out his PokéGear, which instantly opened and lit up. He tapped onto the touch screen with his thumb, until a digitized voice said: "[Understood. Displaying own contact.]" He then extended the device toward Kendria. The screen was now showing Lorenz's own phone number in a huge font.

THIS WAS EXHAUSTING. with every word he spoke, kendria's heart swung between deep blue sadness and red hot anger. her grief over their friendship clung to her chest, clenched around each breath she took; rage over the truth of his actions exposed stoked a fire in her.

sickness churned in her stomach. she had been so, so happy to see lorenz out on the pier, to rekindle their friendship, and now she could hardly stand to look at him with anything less than hatred. he looked pathetic, pressed back against her wall and still halfway soaking wet, like he was backed into a corner with his tail between his legs.

what difference did one more hit make?

" you know, " a shaking breath, " i really hope that you've actually changed as a person. not just for your sake, but for the sake of your pokémon. "

she certainly knew how it felt to lose a pokémon as a result of your actions. for all she knew, kaleidescope's pokéball was still somewhere on the ocean floor through nobody's fault but her own. the bond between trainer and pokémon was sacred, based on trust and care - once it is broken, it is hard to forget.

didn't lorenz deserve a chance to repair that bond, even if it would never be totally fixed? maybe it would be good for solis and ballie, too, to see that their old trainer was apologetic for his actions. that, or it would just make them feel worse, like it had made her feel.

" it's up to them. i'll see what they think. " she shrugs, uncrosses her arms to slide her hands into her pockets. her fingers close around her pokénav, battered and scratched, and she frees it from her pocket. before she puts in his info, she sighs, does her best to meet his gaze.

" they're good pokémon, lorenz. they are complete sweethearts. if they decide they'd rather never see you again, that'll be their decision to make. " same goes for her, but that sentiment goes unspoken. as ready as she is to slam her apartment door on him, she's not so sure about the more metaphorical door of their friendship.

there's still so much history, so much that he knows about her that nobody else knew. did he even know that? did he even care? did she know as much about him as she had thought she did?

does it matter?

NEW CONTACT: LORENZ FULGOR [txt] This is Kennie's number.

kendria shoves the device back into her pocket, and her next movement is a step towards the door to her apartment. she turns the knob and pulls it open in one swift motion, stepping back to allow him past the threshold.

" say hi to cowak and spec for me. i'll text you. "

"Uh." Yeah it's just super awkward now. He sighs, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Sorry. Anger issues. Working on it. Clearly not enough."

He's such a dickwad.

WHILE  HE  REACHES  FOR  AN  APOLOGY,  kendria  just  watches  him,  unimpressed.  there  had  to  be  something  going  on  with  this  guy  for  him  to  cause  trouble  with  a  stranger  in  the  first  place  -  and  then  to  try  and  make  it  about  some  family  thing  that  she  didn't  care  about?

keep  me  out  of  it,  man.

"  i  can  tell.  "  a  shake  of  her  head  and  a  sigh.  she  doesn't  even  care  that  much,  it's  just  irritating.  she  has  had  more  than  her  fair  share  of  hotheaded  fire-type  specialists.  way  to  lean  into  the  stereotype.

"  don't  worry  about  it.  just  be  nicer  to  people,  'kay?  especially  if  you've  never  met  them  before,  you  don't  know  if  they'd  beat  your  ass  or  not.  "  based  on  the  tension  on  her  face  earlier,  she  certainly  viewed  herself  as  the  former.

"  whatever.  see  ya.  "

with  that,  she  takes  another  step  back,  turns  slightly  on  her  heel  in  the  direction  she  had  been  heading.

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