@krystalchronicles said: "I like it when the worlds quiet" ( LATE NIGHTS )
head tilted back, gaze SWEEPING across the canopy of stars overhead. that was the beautiful thing about traveling, victor supposed. it afforded one a rare opportunity to escape from the hustle and bustle of civilization. the air felt cleaner and the night sky shone BRIGHTER in the absence of so much light pollution. a cool breeze brushed against his face —— and the brunet swore he could hear the gentle rustle of every nearby leaf and blade of grass. ( nature’s own form of music. ) yes, victor thought. he felt inclined to agree. there was truly something SPECIAL about moments like this.
❝ it’s better than the OPPOSITE. ❞ the champion said aloud —— because he liked to be difficult sometimes. ( and not agreeing outright was part of that. ) ❝ m’not really a fan of big, noisy cities and such. guess that comes from growing up in the middle of farmland; you get used to all the quiet. ❞ victor paused, sliding his bag off his shoulders. it hit the ground with a loud THUMP ( hinting at its weighty contents ) and the brunet took a moment to stretch now that his back and shoulders were freed from such a burden. arceus, he only ever realized just how HEAVY the old thing was once he had a chance to put it down.
❝ i’m setting up CAMP. ❞ he crouched, beginning to unload what he needed. midway through, victor paused —— gaze flicking to his companion. ( silent question in chestnut hues. )
❝ you gonna stick around, or keep GOING? i could whip us up some curry. ❞
