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@goldenwallsunflinching​ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

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           (      𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜𝓇 ,                              𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝓎 .         )

              — ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴊᴀᴄᴋ? ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴋɪᴅ.

the delinquent shoulders his way through the entrance of the ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʟɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʙᴀʀ, spotting his ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ under the feeble, amber light. ❝ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ? ❞ sho mutters to himself, ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴍɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴏʀɴ . ❞

big boss has quite the ʙᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ with this ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ gentleman, ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ as to why he’s poking his decrepit nose where it doesn’t belong.  —   ❝ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴ' ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴜꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ! ❞ that’s what big boss said, evidently shaken by a conversation he overheard. ❝ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ? ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴀʟᴏꜱ ? ❞  so, what’s he doing all the way out ʜᴇʀᴇ? does the south sevipers’ run-down apartment building have that ᴊᴇ ɴᴇ ꜱᴀɪꜱ Qᴜᴏɪꜱ he’s searching for? mister dorn won’t find it here; not in the maze of shadowed alleyways and swarms of city folk that don’t stop to ᴛᴀʟᴋ, too busy getting where they need to go without running into ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ or ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ on the lingering scent of car exhaust and hot garbage. tourists figure it out pretty quickly: nimbasa city isn’t as ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ to be in as castelia, but a well-dressed man like mister dorn isn’t here to ꜰʀɪᴠᴏʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ-ꜱᴇᴇ and the ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ etching the regal contours of his face tells sho he’s possibly seen the ferris wheel so many times, it’s ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟ.

[ ☆ ★ ] -                  the venemous words tumble from the anon’s mouth, calculated and precise, like stones being tossed at a second-story window. which is the one that caused his illusion to crack? raiding. scum hive. unfortunate - but necessary - causalities. greater purpose. 

sho responds, at first, with a set of grit teeth and an unnerved expression reflecting in his widened, ruby eyes. 

hearing it from the sick mouth of a stranger reinstates its validity. sho can’t shove it to the side anymore — it never was some lucid dream: one too realistic that it blurred the lines of reality and his childlike imagination. 

the thought knocks the wind out of him. sho inhales sharply and arches his back forward. reality — that damning swift kick to the back of your knees. that solid right hook you don’t see coming. headlights in the distance speeding closer and closer. the one-two, click, bang ! — 

headcanon meme ( accepting )

✺ - something your muse finds pretty

[ ☆ ★ ] -                 sho digs one set of fingers into his hair. “ ah! uh, why am i being asked the same questions? was my first answer not good enough ? ”

headcanon meme ( accepting )

✺ - something your muse finds pretty

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              sho points his feet inward and casts his eyes down to them. he tilts his head in thought. “ uh, i like … the moon , ” he muses, unsure of the quality of his answer. “ she’s always changing . ” he rubs the sole of his shoe against the ground. 

“ it makes me feel less … alone, i guess . ”

✆ - what is your muse’s phone gallery filled with?

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               “ here , ” sho shoves his cellphone in the anon’s face. it’s a cheap burner phone, of course. “ uh, you can see for yourself. nothing odd here . ” he spills some uneasy laughter.  the photo gallery is full of shadowed, blurry images. you can make out the edges of skyscrapers, street signs. there are some pokemon here and there, scurrying along the pavement, or huddling in – what you can only assume – are alleyways.