#zelcs

✦✧   He rubbed at his wrists, hissing in pain as he felt the burning of fire increae. He had been cursed with this pain when Heldalf had revealed the truth of who he was. How the hell was a water seraph even supposed to respond to being the lord of calamity's son!? He sighed a bit, glad Sorey was out of the room as he took off his gloves. He had taken to wearing them to hide the growing dark markings on his wrists. He was so preoccupied he did not hear the door open. ✧✦

then float

A blink as he rubbed the back of his head before looking at the redhead. “Sorry for bumping into you. I didn’t mean to.” 

@zelcs

“Could you help me pick out a gift for a friend?” man did he hate asking Zelos for help, but the red headed flirt machine was the only person with enough common sense to actually pick out a decent present that wasn’t a stray animal or useless items like swords or ‘priceless artifacts’. 

✦✧   "Alright, the rules are regulation for the pokemon league in our country." Kvar hummed, appearing like a kind man as he spoke to the trainer. However, thar would change as soon as he started the battle. He threw out his Jolteon, watching the pokemon growl at the opponent's pokemon, "Jolteon, start us off with a Rain Dance." The Jolteon nodded, beginning to dance as rain clouds formed above him. ✧✦

“If you keep this up someone’s going to get the wrong idea and I rather not deal with your angry fan club,” he remarked. Mostly because they were scary and he rather not be surrounded by angry girls.

“Where the hell did I end up and whats wrong with these people?”