#Valiants brain is full o' diet trauma
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ask-valiant-victory · 7 months ago
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Hazel: "So you like puzzles, do ya? Man, the ones with all those teeny tiny pieces are the worst." Sitting next to the strange Pokemon, she continued to ramble a little more. "When you have paws as big as I do, it's tough grabbing onto small things, you know? Least, not without squishing 'em by accident... that, and I'm not the best with puzzles. How about you?"
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Valiant stared at Hazel for a long moment, not enough to be uncomfortable but just enough to seem awkward. He found her question a bit odd, he'd never really thought of that before. He didn't know what to say. "Am I the best at puzzles?" He asked with a tinge of confusion in his voice. "Well... Um."
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"Uh-" Nervously he looked around, he really didn't know how to answer that question. He didn't really like the question either... No. He hated that question and that was certainly a first for him. "I- ... Uhm. Well, you see..."
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"Doing the things my god wants me to do... without question or asking the reason why... What do I do best?"
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"Ruining things... destroying things... tearing apart everything..." Valiant quickly fell silent, his gaze beginning to transfix on the void of grey behind her. The more he stared at the dull grey, the more he began to look absent, his eyes looking devoid of any presence. Perhaps he was simply lost in the sudden storm of thoughts Hazel had caused him... or maybe he wasn't thinking at all. But eventually, through the haze, he let out an awkward choked sound. It soon morphed into a fit of forced laughter.
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He clapped his hands together dramatically, he was trying his best to draw attention away from what he just said. It was clear he hadn't quite mastered the art of lying yet, so the best he could do was distract. "Perhaps we can speak of something else? Please?" He coughed out, "I do not like thinking about what I am best at doing. It all feels so awful. I really do not like this feeling in my chest, It hurts! Alot! I would like it to stop now, Please." Though he smiled, it was obvious he was in a lot of distress. He didn't want to talk about this anymore.
→ Uh... Maybe someone should see if he's okay there, He seems to be suddenly very... distraught.
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