#trainer-riz

        @trainer-riz            The child was wringing the bottom of her shirt and peered down at the sunflower before her. It had trailed dirt in the house and Chihiro crouched down to stroke the soft petals on the flower. Soft.           ❝ We should be able to find more of these, right? I don’t think we can make a flower crown out of it, but we can do something right? Maybe we can glue petals to some paper and color them in. But where did you get this? Did it come from somebody’s garden? ❞              The child seemed nervous. Was the flower stolen and would they get into trouble? Chihiro stood back up and grimaced at the dirt. Should she clean that up? Maybe she shouldn’t worry so much. Adults usually knew what they were doing, at least that’s what she thought. Though sometimes she questioned the motives of some adults. 

( fdjhgkdf Thank you, but there are far greater raccoons than I)

Had to do this after @trainer-riz rebloged their submission with the extra info about their Rotom form~

         Lizzie’s hands were pressed up against the glass, her breath creating fog too thick for her to see. The object of her interest lay just beyond that window. A new toy she had her eyes on for quit some time now. It was a Clefairy doll to give her Gengar doll some company, even though the Gengar doll had an actual Gengar in it. The child sighed and felt around in her pocket. There was money, but none she could use in this dimension. The sigh caused more fog and Lizzie removed herself from the glass, noticing she got little finger prints on it. Using her sleeve, she began to wipe them off.           ❝ I really do want that Clefairy doll, but all my money comes from my dimension. I don’t think anybody will take it here. It might look weird to them, ❞ she told the other. 

The Neighbourhood: Sweater Weather           ( here )

Had he not gone into programming and astrophysics, and ended up on his current career path, he likely would’ve been a Maths teacher.

Very contently getting head scratches for his own enjoyment, The occasional joyful noise escaping him in the form of an echoey coo.