#prisonicmorality

"Gym's closed for today." Ella would say outright, just in case Volo is a Pokémon trainer that was aiming to challenge her, the Gym Leader that presides in Cosmos Observatory. "You can challenge me tomorrow or the next few days if you'd like. Though if you're not a trainer, then welcome to Cosmos Observatory, nonetheless. Is there anything I can help you with? Maybe something about the sea of stars? Or the great beyond? We don't get the inquisitive kinds lately, so I'm rather curious."

Thankfully she did take some time off Gym duties today, and while she also has her responsibilities on her other job, nothing too urgent has come up lately, so as far as she's concerned she has all the current free time in the world to do whatever she wants.

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Ah yes, the familiar feeling of one specific man's endless suffering had led them quite the right direction. Their version of Volo or not, the Invador God did not discriminate in their anticipation of stringing the man's spirit thin and making him hurt just a little bit more.

He deserved it.

"Look whom the delcatty has dragged out." They merely exclaimed once they suddenly appeared behind the blonde, provocatively leaning on a nearby fence, chin in hands, as though he was naught but a fascinating bug to study under their microscope.

Would he know who they are? Probably likely absolutely not. Did they care? No... in fact the idea of playing with him without him even knowing what he did to deserve their attention was just that tiny bit more tantalizing.

OOF (pin meme :3)

Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT

Guzma stands still. One second he's just chilling, the next some weird, clearly overdressed tourist is tripping on his own feet, apparently.

Pinning him on a wall like some low-budget shitty anime.

... ...give him a second. Let's take a moment to stare down at the other. Cross arms. Lift an eyebrow.

[ MULTIBLOG ASKS ; ACCEPTING ] // also asked by @prisonicmorality

[ obligatory shoutout to Fresa's shitty sandwiches

like Just Cheese And Nothing Else

and chorizo, 12 pieces of jalapenos, 3 slices of onion, horseradish and hot sauce.

The little eight year old is on the beach, drawstring bag slung over one shoulder. Their Rockruff is at their feet, tail wagging. The little blond spots him, bursting into a smile.

easy target!

“Hey, mister! I’ll show you the best place on th’beach with almost nobody around for only three dollars!!”

[ childhood memories ; ACCEPTING ]

"Nah, and I'm not really sure how I managed to get 'im so easily?

Like, have ha seen how fast those guys can go? Still."

A deep sigh. He'd rather not speak about the rest, huh.

"...I mean. He might as well be, at this point.

Lost the other ones."

(Volo's not very good at admitting when he cares about someone, he's doing his best here.)

“Hey, so, like, if I’m gonna be trans — transparent here, you know like, maybe twenty percent of the things that happen to me.”

They can’t help but laugh a little about it, though.