#ruriism

Dawn took pride in knowing her actions weren’t what most people would do. However, time to time, it slipped.

☥: If events in your muse’s life had gone very differently to how they did, what would they have done with their life? What sort of occupation might they have chosen for themselves and would they, in your opinion, be happier than they are now?

Although I can never see Ted in a position that doesn’t involve science in some way (because that’s what he wants), I can see him being… less of a villain. If he had managed to get into school, or college or an internship, he might have been almost a normal scientist. He’d always be unconventional, hard to get along with, but he’d be a tad more appreciated and a little more reigned in with his ideas. If his parents hadn’t been so darn infertile and could only birth one child, he may have been less hideously narcissistic. A lot of little things might have made him a happier and better person. But only slightly. Ted was destined to be a dick from the start. 

Fred might have been a different kinda guy if his dad never left his mom. I doubt he’d be happier, because they’d bicker constantly. He may have slightly higher confidence because he’d have no half siblings to compare himself to, and his father may have even pressured him into leaving home at ten… like he should have. He’d most likely have left Ted on his own and grown himself a spine, a sense of independence, maybe even been a good trainer. Or been mauled to death by wild Raticate…

☮: When and where was your muse happiest?

He could smell it from miles away — the tantalizingly sweet scent of tiny pastries. Ears perked and nose wriggling in the air, the small Growlithe tried to determine from which direction the smell came from. A sniff here and there, and ——

Ah, he found it!

Sherlock’s paws took to the pavement the moment he knew where to go, his trainer not knowing what to do when his companion bolted. Shouting his name did nothin to draw him back, and neither did chasing him down. New regions and new streets meant new kinds of food, and the Growlithe was eager to try them in spite of his trainer refusing to spoil him on human food.

Turning a corner, he peeled down the sidewalk until he came to a stop in front of a small bakery. There weren’t many people sitting at the pretty tables and chairs at the front of the shop, but there was one girl in particular.

Caitlin didn’t lose things often.

Granted, there was that time when she was 6 and lost her Teddiursa doll at the Nimbasa Amusement Park. Her parents had the entire park shut down as policemen and security guards frantically searched the grounds in search of the poor doll. All Caitlin had to do was sit on a park bench and eat some cotton candy. That was a fun time.

This wasn’t. 

Caitlin only kept her credit card in one place: the inside left pocket of her purse. But as she pulled that inside left pocket back, all she could see was an empty pocket. Nope. Nada. Uh-oh. That was bad. The blonde’s fingers were in a flurry as they searched through the other pockets of her purse.  Nothing. Where else could they have been? The folds of her dress? Under her shoes? Her hair? 

The cashier was impatient by now. “Listen, M’am. There are several customers waiting behind you. If you don’t procure a method of payment soon, I’m afraid I’ll have to send you to the back of the line.” The cashier’s statement was backed by the grumbles of customers behind Caitlin.

Caitlin rolled her eyes and slapped some cash on the register. Pokedollars weren’t her favorite way of paying. They were just too inconvenient compared to a credit or debit card, but this wasn’t the time for preferences. Caitlin grabbed the shopping bags and left the store. 

If she couldn’t find her credit card soon, she’d be in real hot water. It wouldn’t take long for someone to start racking up a bill, charging things on her account. 

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