Ah. Right. Not every Aqua could be a well-intentioned asshole. Some were just regular assholes.

Somehow, Makao felt like struggling would get him in that tank. No, no, no. He held onto the man for dear life. His arms barely reached around to let his fingers lock together behind Matt’s back, as he hyperventilated into the man’s chest.

Having the much bigger aqua admin resting on her shoulder was a bit intimidating but she had learned that he was not as bad as she had thought.

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression: “A buffoon with no brains”

Their current impression: “Such an easy target to chase around.” 

What they like the most about your muse: “I guess his muscles?”

What they dislike the most about your muse: “The fact he wants to flood the region is stupid.”

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): “Any enemy of Maxie is my enemy”

A general opinion of their relationship: “We’re not really friends, but he does remind me of a brother figure I never had”

Send me four names and my muse will tell you if they’d marry, screw, kiss, befriend them.

The one thing that always drags you back to Lilycove is their contest hall. Well, that and its department store, but mostly, it’s the contest hall that keeps you coming back.

In all honesty, you’d come to the city even more if Aqua wasn’t a factor here; though you’ve been on good terms with Matt and Shelly as of late. The former of which still gets on your fucking NERVES, but the only one you truly detest is their godawful leader, Archie. Everyone else is fine so long as they don’t give you trouble.

Leaving the hall, you inhale the cool, evening air as you depart.

It’s arguably the best part about Hoenn-- its nights are peaceful and give some reprieve from the tropical heat of the day. By now, you’ve long since gotten used to the sweltering heat of the weather and your Magma uniform-- mainly since it’s even hotter in Magma headquarters.