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The breeze is particularly fresh, and ever proclaimed a challenger, Fire harbors curiosity for this pleasant shift. Kanto, retaking its signature status of Region with the Healthiest Air after the questionable warpings in Alola’s skies, boasts a certain viridity up to the very cement edges of its urban centers. While the rural winds can breathe care into the upper stories and rooftops of Celadon’s infrastructure, Fire shouldn’t be recalling camp outs along ravines and falls with the backdoor of the Game Corner in his periphery.

So, this makes him pause. 

He waits for something that does not come. Suspicion isn’t too out of place in this block, but when was the last time he feared the street? Had to be before age 11 ... A slight slouch indicates a reluctant tuck of the matter, preceding the continuation of his shortcut across the city. But it turns out that he was right to anticipate something.

Fire emerges from the mouth of an alley, and the force of a Miltank nearly knocks him off his feet. In the effort to keep his balance, Fire’s fumbling bumps him against the nearby concrete corner.           And he chooses not to catch his tongue. “ What the hell!? ” 

Roxanne Turn-On #017:

          THE  DAY  HAD  BEEN  QUIET thus far.  in fact,  falkner was surprised when it was nearing the latter half of the day.  a few challengers had made their way into his gym ─  but nothing outside the norm.  well,  other than the word he got of someone snooping a little too deeply into the ruins that wasn’t a scientist.  falkner wasn’t too phased by the news ─  it wasn’t rare for someone with a sense of adventure and curiosity to venture into the ruins.  he completely brushes it off,  his mind settling on caring for his avians until he’s called to meet someone at the front of his gym ─  odd,  considering most trainers make their way to him for a challenge.  perhaps a fellow gym leader?

     he recalls his pokémon to greet whomever has shown up ─  and he’s a little bit surprised when he recognizes just who’s come to speak with him. 

     they’d met briefly through their mutual friendship with morty ─  outside of that interaction,  falkner can’t recall a time where he’d had a  REAL  conversation or spent  ACTUAL  time with the legend enthusiast,  so he’s somewhat surprised to see eusine of all people at the doorway of the gym.  he’s curious above all else,  but also feels a bit awkward and at a loss for words ─  does he speak formally?  or casually,  since they’ve met?  

     ❝ hello,  eusine. ❞  he greets,  poise relaxing a bit,  ❝ it’s a bit surprising to see you here.  how have you been? ❞  an attempt at being both casual and respectful has all but crashed.  sometimes he forgets how weird social interactions are outside battles.  hands find their way into his pockets,  for lack of anything to do.  he offers a smile ─  quite subtle and , admittedly,  a bit awkward,  but a smile nonetheless. 

❅ - Favorite time of the year

Winter being Roxanne’s favorite has to do with a plethora of things: the ease of excavations along the coast due to the scouring winds and rain; the probability of Amaura leaving the house rises substantially during these times; and, last but far from least, Roxanne’s birthday. Although she prefers celebrating with a tight-knit group, there’s always something spontaneous planned (so far) in advance for the day.

✆ - What is your muse’s phone gallery filled with?