#musendustries

🤙 Bump into my muse

All would be quiet for Wicke before Mew appeared. The Pikipek would be chirping, the sun shining... 

Out of nowhere, a flash of pink light, followed by an awful, corrupt sound and then the sight of a tiny, pink pokemon falling from the sky above her.

THUD!

Mew bounced off her back like a sack of spuds, landing on the floor behind her with a stumbling roll, their tail tucked between their long rear legs.

How did the Hero Killer escape Tartarus? That would be Tsunagu’s first concern if it was anyone else, however, the Number 3 Hero couldn’t take the time to to ask questions or dig deeper due to the person in question. Stain had escaped—and this meant that more heroes could end up like Tensei—or worse.

Tensei...The mere thought of finding him after the attack continuously plagued Tsunagu’s mind. He could say he was fine all he wanted—but Tsunagu was nearby that day. He should have done...something...

Tsunagu had to be careful. As much as he wanted to use all of his strength to put Stain into the ground, he couldn’t. The loss of his lung caused him to cough if he used too much strength, and if he coughed up blood around Stain, that would be even worse. It frustrated the blonde to a degree, however, he could come up with a plan.

Finally, the Hero Killer was in view and Tsunagu approached slowly, stopping to keep a fair distance between them, green eyes narrowed.

“Stain.”

(TELE)PORTAL (still accepting!)

“Thank you~ I think I will~”

Not that they needed a clones permission to do that. There weren’t any pressing issues that needed to be disaster-ified, but that didn’t mean Mew wouldn’t be causing trouble on purpose.

Wicke was engrossed in taking notes on the fruit trees in front of her. It seemed high time to change up some formulas for the Pokémon at Aether Paradise. What better way to figure out a new menu than to do a bit of field research. Studying the branches above her carefully, Wicke can make out what’s picked over and what’s left behind. Pokémon in this area seem to gravitate towards the Nanab fruits. Now, all the next step would be to find any local Pokémon nearby or better yet, eating the—-

With a yelp, Wicke is knocked to the ground. Wearing heels in the forest really has its drawbacks.

“I’m terribly sorry!”

She fumbles for her pink glasses, having lost them somewhere in the fall. Looking up with eyes squinted, she tries to focus her vision at the vague pink form before her while her hands pat around blindly on the forest floor. She hadn’t quite heard what the other said when startled and certainly isn’t thinking about why she’s the one apologizing after being hit.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

Mew sat ‘harrumph’ing a great deal, looking about wherever they’d teleported to. It looked surprisingly peaceful-- a wonderful place to holiday really, were it not for the very obvious presence of humans. They always managed to spoil things somehow. At least this one had the good sense to apologise to them for getting in the way. 

“I should say so, too! Do you know how silly it is to get in the way of someone whilst they’re teleporting? I don’t wanna have to pay a fine to some Sinnohan space deity for reckless usage of translocation! Oof, I think I got tail-lash from the landing...” 

Looking at the human woman, he noticed her squinting and fumbling about for something... something... ah! Mew fished up the glasses with their psychic powers and examined them thoughtfully. These were the things humans used to correct defects in their feeble little eyes. What if they...

for every  🌻  i get, i’ll share a platonic action / gesture / show of intimacy that makes my muse melt ! || @musendustries || accepting

FOOD. Cook for her after a rough shift at the hospital and she melts like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Jim has already unlocked this particular gesture and makes sure to cook something really tasty when he needs her to sign his report card.