#sunbonded

“hold up i have to google somethin--

would you take half a potato as payment

...you don’t recognize this face. though, there are a lot of faces you don’t recognize. you really don’t know what to say, or if there is anything to say at all. so you just stare at the other through your mask. you think he’s not foreign, but people come in all different shapes and sizes, they say, so you can’t be too sure. all you do is study his features as you twiddle with your thumbs.

you decide to introduce yourself just as a precaution. if he’s not from galar region, it’s the proper thing to do. even if he were, it’d still be something nice to do. you try hard to be nice enough.

‘ onion ,’  you finger spell. ( you don’t know if he knows GSL or not. )

  Unbeknownst to serena , the current champion of alola region had a friendly rival as well , they were not as competitive as her and calem but the boy was surely enough capable to stand on his ground and show potential of being a great pokemon trainer. She had only known all of this from guzma, the young fellow was actually his friend as well  and much to the kalosian’s enthusiasm to meet someone who is just like her , she forced guzma to do her bidding ; despite it’s disapproval towards her choices.

    Now that she was here face to face with elio she felt something off , and that made her realize why guzma was clearly against to it but rather than making the situation more awkward the young kalosian native had played it cool , her posture was back  with her confidence and her actions with elegance and grace appeared, guzma said that she somewhat resembles an old friend of theirs and by acting like that maybe she would be able to remove the awkwardness she had created between the two of them.

Recon cannot respond to the child’s question for he is now borking and lickin his face already, his tail going absolutely nuts and becoming a weapon of ass destruction.

Gladion was soaked to the bone his clothes clinging to his lith frame as he ran down the muddy path. There were a few times he slipped just barely managing to catch himself as angry yells followed him. It was a fight he wouldn’t win, a fight he wouldn’t get into as they were people angry at his mother and saw him as a good punching bag. Scooping up a rock he threw it to the left while he went right hiding behind a bush. He squatted, legs shaking, breathing heavily through his nose as the shouts grew distant.

When he believed it safe he started making his way towards the motel the place he still called home even after his mother was dealt with. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Elio on the porch step standing underneath the awning near his door. Gladion scrambled for his hood, attempting to pull it over his head to hide his busted lip and black eye.