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@snarlcd​

❦ The way Piers’ lips curl up in a menacing look and his general disposition is almost intimidating, if Milo didn’t know the man enough to understand he wasn’t going to do anything. There something of a grin playing his lips, not exactly smug, but certainly curious to see the musician’s reaction. He takes a moment, then, with a sheepish smile, answers.

spikemuth. a city without rain or storm, but also without sun or sky. familiarity, closeness, a strong sense of community, but at the cost of fresh air, the freedom of a wide field of grass in a park, the feeling that should you spread your arms the breeze will carry you into the air, and you'll soar through the sky.

and raihan thinks it's a damn shame he's seen neither hide nor hair of piers in a while, and especially today.

the wind is beneath his wings, and there's a spring in his step as if plants are sprouting beneath his heels and pushing them upwards, and the energy running freely through him is more than adequate to carry him the short distance to spikemuth.

he slows somewhat as he walks through the streets--- not as easy to run around here, with all the clutter about--- but he's still moving quickly, and calling out enthusiastically the moment he spots a familiar monochromatic head of hair.

"'ey! piers!"

he is so tall and so enthusiastic that the waving of his hand seems like it's liable to break a sign off of a building he's standing near.

Oh no– He’s just a babby! That he very nearly head-butted her is forgotten the moment Piers holds him out toward her, practically thrusting him into her face. She steps back, looking miffed on principle– but ends up meeting the Scraggy’s huge dim eyes and staring into them… too long.

‘youre a weird fuckin kid you know that.’

⊱ ─ Red Table Talk || Closed! ( 7 / 7 ) ─ ⊰

Finally the interview was wrapping up, the last few questions coming through. For the most part, Nessa felt back at ease and channeled back into her wavelength. She sat tall again with a hand on her knee, head turned in anticipation to the announced last question.

Then it hits.  

There’s a visible fall of her eyebrows, a frown, a unsettled flurry whipping up in her stomach. This question wasn’t new and she had gotten it, or something like it, plenty of times like it and her answer rolled off the tongue. But this time….its wording hit in a different way. All at once she could hear the laughter of her cousins, visualize the powdered mountains of Sinnoh, and feel the tickle of seafoam tickling over her skin. Her heart diagnosed the unsettling storm at her stomach in no time—homesickness, wanderlust, living. 

She takes a breath and hesitates. Her ideal mold is cracked, but it was fair, it was apart of what she signed up for after all. 

But she’d worked so hard to get where she stood now. Her family and friends rooted long for these dreams. Even if she did want to see the rest of the world and see her family more often than she did now, she wouldn’t give up everything that fast.

“Yes,” Finally she quietly nodded, an honest smile into the camera. “I miss spending summers with my grandparents and one day I hope to go back to traveling to meet new people and Pokemon. But I love what I do now too. Those thoughts comes with the lifestyle, I suppose.”