#gnzma

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"That's going to be reversed eventually. Regardless, I don't care about your editing of Wikipedia articles."

tagged by: @punkbites

Strolling down some alleyways, Jacks had his hands in his pockets, a bored look on his features. The 14 year old had spend the entire day causing trouble, stealing food from the stalls and challenging the other kids at school for their lunch money. But now, that dusk was settling it, he found himself reminded that he didn't really have anywhere to go. Not that he wanted to go anywhere in particular to begin with.

These islands sucked. This town sucked. The people sucked too. Even the old lady owning the berry stall that pretended she didn't see him stealing berries. They were all just talking behind his back, he could hear, saw the way they looked at him. It made him angry. So angry that he decided to lash out at a random crate, kicking it till it splintered only to reveal the graffiti behind.

"Another one of those dumb skulls... That's so lame." The teenager squinted at the bright pink skull sprayed onto the wall. He had seen them around more often along with these bandanna wearing kids.

It was the first time he had seen them on Melemele, along with the rumors of a new gang going around causing trouble. Naturally the teen had to check it out and found himself surrounded by three of them.

Granted, they all sucked at Pokemon battles. He send them packing back to where they came from and proceeded to cover up their skull graffiti with badly drawn rockruff faces, just to spite them further.

At first he had been curious but after meeting these weirdos, he realized that they were all talk. Just like everyone else on this island was. So instead of trying to make friends, he made sure to make himself more enemies across the islands.

What were they gonna do? Tell their parents?

Kiss emoji from @gnzma . Fuck you

KISSES. ↪ accepting.

it begins at a red light with glances, guzma's feet prepped on the dashboard as brooke drives, his arms spread, one dangling in the wind from the open window, the other hanging off her shoulders. THE RANGER DOESN'T MIND, driving silently, relaxed as they drive off.

then the talk quiets off, the banter subsides once they've stopped, on the side of the road to mount hokulani. TOO CLOSE, but a part of her doesn't dislike it.

and he kisses like he talks, bites her lip 'til she whimpers and forces their seats down, making out in the backseat of her truc. SHE THINKS SHE'S BLEEDING, but doesn't care to stop to check, her hands instead framing his sides and feeling his tank top.

Hand up and out to his side as if in surrender,

"Do you need help wi' tha' orrrr?"