#mxtsurika

“NO NO I DONT”

@skullchief​, @mxtsurika​, @royaleliite​, @iinviictxs​, and more!

This is a small appreciation post to these lovely people.

Thank you for helping me ease into the Pokemon rp community!

Send ❀ to put a flower crown on my muse’s head.

While he can appreciate that they look nice, Sophocles hasn’t ever had much of an interest in flowers beyond that. He doesn’t know what they mean, what they can be used for (beyond that which is commonplace knowledge, of course), nor does he have a favourite.

...which is all irrelevant, because he’s not awake at the moment, having dozed off at a decently-sized desk earlier in the day, head resting on his folded arms, various half-finished sketches of buildings and blank papers for blueprints scattered around him.

Some part of him wants to be angry with her, and it's suspicious that she's just saying all of this to lull him into a false sense of security, that's she's fussing just to make herself look better or to garner sympathy of some sort.

But logically, he knows that's just silly, the thoughts a result of an overactive, insecure, anxious mind.

So he's quiet at first, simply letting her talk without interruption, and when it comes time to give her a response--he can't.

He isn't quite sure why, but it feels as though his throat is too tight to speak properly, and he rubs at his eyes with the back of his hands in what he already knows to be a vain attempt at dismissing tears before moving out of the chair he had been seated in.

"S-sorry, I--I can't--You..."

His breath catches in his throat and he shakes his head, moving to hide once again ('Stupid little coward', he hears something in his head tell him) in the storage closet that held various failed machines of his own making.

(BARKS YESS)