#crownsanddaggers

The Cabrera family is one of the wealthiest families of Hoenn; to say they are high class is almost an understatement. Investments are their main business, though there have always been rumors of just how sound with the law these transactions are. They are mostly well known in the right social circles, but you should take note of them.  

Or maybe, you should take note of their heir, one Maurice “Locke” Cabrera.  The youngest Cabrera is a spitfire of pretentious charms, he is reportedly easy on the eyes. However he might be easy in more ways than one.

In the recent surge of young trainer business at the Numel Inn, located in beautiful Lavaridge, there was a lot of young adults throwing their hormones around for a weekend onsen getaway. Who would have guessed Locke would be one of them?  Yes, the high class snob was seen getting drunk off alcohol filled pineapples and then canoodling with a man at the bar.  When he was shot down (I know I am shocked too, readers), he had to take second best.

That ‘second best’ would be some country bumpkin, apparently. Locke was later seen buying a private bath with the burly man and they didn’t emerge until many hours later in the early morning. You could say ‘Bobby isn’t this just gossip then? You don’t seem to have proof’.  Ah ha dear reader, I haven’t let you down yet!

[An image is attached to the web article, obviously taken when Locke wasn’t looking, clearly showing an assortment of bruises and hickies]

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think there’s usually only one way to come out of a room looking like that and reeking of shame.  To add fuel to the fire they have been seen in vicinity of each other after the passing of their private bath getaway. Mom and dad must be proud of their son’s tastes in low class men! Maybe this mysterious friend of his could finally dislodge that stick that’s been stuck up his ass! We must look at the positives, right?

“You two did great!” Stella said with a smile as she sat outside the Sunyshore gym with her Toxicroak and Brozong.  It wasn’t too hard of a gym, they did good.  

Logan sighed as he walked out to the large porch of his home.  The air was crisp and cool and the ranch seemed so calm.  The horses grazed, the fire of the ponyta and rapidash flickered like lanterns.  It was one of his favorite times to sit alone and watch the stars.

Plus avoiding his dad’s drunken attitude made it all the better

[ im not much of a believer of miracles and luck. but if im totally honest rn? im prayin for a miracle to happen. its not too much to ask now is it? ]

He tilted his head a bit before glancing in the direction of the hospital, breathing out a sigh. It wasn't a second later that he lowered his eyes to the screen again, eyes moving over the second question.

[ idk i think its either gold or orange. theyre good colours. and y es gold is a colour sht. ]

His lips curved up for a split second at the last question that was given to him, soon turning into a full blown toothy grin.

The sun wasn't very high in the sky, but Klaus' day had been going to a while.  He had a habit for waking up before the crack of dawn to get ready and do his morning exercise.  Typically with Awamori, but the electrike wanted her beauty sleep apparently.  So instead the cop had his shiny, bright mudkip giving him company.  Cooper currently perched on Klaus' left shoulder, making small bups every now and then as they walked back toward his apartment building in Rustboro.  

The mudfish got tired of running half way through the morning, Klaus didn't mind though.  So long as the mudkip kept off of the right side.  He had stitches that were still healing from his embarrassing encounter with one Maurice Cabrera.  The knife wounds were visible as he wore a sleeveless shirt and some sweats for his run.  The cop did keep them hidden if he needed to go see the Hoenn team however because he never contacted either his superiors back in Unova, his help in Hoenn, or even his momma.  It still frustrated him that he let that brat get away like that, he had a reason to detain him, but the Cabrera was too slippery.  Living up to his family name really.

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