#earthenbled

“No, yeah, I’m doing good too, thanks for asking.”

is cyrus planning on collecting a rocket harem

you’re up, @lionfanged​​ !

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he first saw him - or rather, the image of him. Sakaki, a little older, but otherwise exactly as Proton remembered him had appeared before him, illuminated on signs in Nimbasa along with a number of Gym Leaders. Pokemon World Tournament, the billboard read, in only a month. He’d left immediately, fueled by a blood curdling anger unlike anything he’d ever known.

Now he was here, but a few meters away from the man he’d devoted himself to finding near five years ago. He’d waited patiently for this moment - waited the the years, the month, the days, the hours and seconds for this opportunity.

Even now, he waited, following at a distance for a time until...

His moment came. By then, Proton had drawn nearer, and with a few swift steps, he drew close enough to close his fist around the man’s collar and yank him back - back --

into a nearby alley.

With a force unbefitting his size, he slammed his once superior into the wall.

“Well, well,” he had the gaunt look of a man who’d not eaten well in a very long time, the eyes of one who’d seldom slept, and the distinct stink of one who’d not had a home to wash in. “What do we have here?” There was a cold, measured anger brewing inside him again. He’d drawn a switchblade, and held it at the ready.

The first time Cyrus met the other man was from a rush of impulsiveness. It was an adult event, yet after hearing what would happen to his older incarnates, he panicked— “35 P and my life!”

If he could erase something from his life, it’s that exact moment.

He supposed it was only polite and responsible of him to apologise for his act. A part of him guessed that the ridiculous action had been brushed aside and forgotten. But another part didn’t quite like that closure, still wanting an answer despite knowing that there probably wasn’t any. 

“I’m—the kid.. from before,” Oh, he nailed this so perfectly. “I—“ Any form of apologies he had drafted in his head suddenly didn’t sound right anymore. Think of something. Think of something.

“... You know my brother.” 

if ur steak isnt still mooing when u eat it then whats the point

EXAMINE: FUTURE BOYFRIEND SAKAKI.

You look up briefly from the book you’re reading to look at the other man. He does not notice your stare, currently engrossed in his own activity. Good. This allows you to examine him without repercussion. 

> TELL YOURSELF YOU HATE HIM> MAKE AN OBJECTIVE OBSERVATION

You can’t deny that he is conventionally attractive. Irritation at existing on this plane aside, you must admit that he is a smart man. It took much planning to pull a stunt like he did, saying nothing of the patience required to keep such a chaotic group in any semblance of order. You aren’t quite sure you could have done it yourself. 

You note that he has the look of a tired, albeit determined, man. Such is the price of power, but it is admirable. You know the look well.

> TURN TO A SAFER TRAIN OF THOUGHT> CONTINUE?

Despite how much you want to hate him, he has the personality of a very amiable man. Out of all the others here, he is perhaps the easiest to seek out in the rare times you wish for human company. You may not want to remain here, but as long as you had to, you might as well make it bearable.

He seems to finally notice your stare. 

GIVE HIM A CHANCE?> NO> ...

You make eye contact for a brief second before you look back to your book, a comfortable silence settling in the room.

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