#northwiind

“ … should i nnnnot be the surprised one, tha—t … you’re home? “ jasmine spoke, smile sheepish & modest when facing her half-brother. how long had it been? long. yet not the longest it had been. the gym leader’s chest heaved in a deep, shaky breath as she clenched onto the spatula she was holding onto, turning the food in the pan. irony was a funny thing. if mother nature had not started turning the nights darker, jasmine would not have had a hard time waking up this morning, and in her rush forgotten the lunch-box she was supposed to heat up.it was obvious that he had wanted to pass her by. his discomfort with her presence left a bitter taste in her mouth. if this was the kind of anxiety that life was dragging onto her, she knew the food would turn hard to swallow.

eusine gently sobbing in the distance

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Send me a number and I’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon. ll Accepting II 888/1289

“Excuse me, sir. I’d hate to be the one to tell you...but..I think you’ve stepped in something.”

▍☾ ▶                 It wasn’t every night that Morty was woken every so ‘gently’ by the ghosts, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be grumbling his whole way to the fridge. Of course, he would have gone to the fridge if he hadn’t had the pleasure of tripping over some mysterious object on the floor, successfully waking the man up completely as he swore he saw his life flash before his eyes (by Ho-oh did he hope that longer hair didn’t look as dumb on him back then as it did in his mind’s eye--).

              Catching himself expertly against the wall with the side of his face, Morty groaned and looked back at the ground to find the cause of his graceful display. Little to his surprise did he finally notice that the door was open, with a rather ridiculously purple cladded man sprawled out and groaning (probably from Morty’s foot successfully kicking him a little low in his gut) on the floor.

♛ █ ▌⋮  The lanky male silently stood there, icy colored eyes studying                    the other male nearby. While he said nothing to the passing                    stranger, he was silently and obviously judging his attire. 

                   After several moments passed by, it got to the point where                    he could no longer remain silent. 

"W-who gave you the right to decide that for me? I’m just fine!” Said the man with a terrible cold from sitting outside for far too long. This was what he deserved from not going to the local Center when it had begun pouring down rain.

Team Rocket Boss Giovanni wants to battle!