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wait wait wait. the book is staring.

“…guess the book doesn’t want the malasadas i bought for him then………..”

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perceives :)

NO YOU DO NOT NO NO NOOOO

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[ @oakliing ]

BOYFROND SPOTTED

!! what! where? not here. he's just a book.

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NO YOU DO NOT PERCEIVE HIM——

he's going to hide behind his book.

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he's going to hide behind his book.

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Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!

inspired by deltarune chapter 2.

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mnstcrbnll​.

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static fills the air. red heard something, but it’s pikachu that sees the enemy first. with a jump, he sends a lighting straight to the opponent. no hiding behind the corner! you won’t attack behind his back! >:C

–woop, busted!  Damn that stupid rat. He keeps forgetting that thing stays rigorously out of the Pokèball.

In fact, Riku barely has the time to let out a Pokèmon of his own, releasing Cofagrigus to take the hit a second before it was thrown at him. The Ghost takes it, groans, even almost falls – but stands there, between his Trainer and the brat.

“…well. So much for a surprise attack.

Cofagrigus? Curse ♥”

Towards Pikachu? Towards Red? Who cares lol!!!!!!

cold sweat scuffs down his visage, the identity of his opponent known even before he could see him.   pikachu never attacks casually, nor so violently out of a blue; and this kind of treatment is reserved for one person especially. and indeed, there he is  ——  the usual wide smile, the overwhelming presence even without having done anything ( yet ), the hatred that seems to come out like a hidden dagger everytime he is in front of red...

his fingers bring the phone in his hands faster than lighting. unlock, message, paranoia pushing him to lock green’s chat at the top and now thanking it. he can’t call  ——  despite the situation, he knows not a single word would have come out of his lips. but he can send two brief messages instead, knowing that green would have understood. fingers flash on the screen, rapid in writing and sending only two words:

[ sent ]   help [ sent ]   riku

he tries to add the location, only two rapid taps on the screen  ——  but the phone slips from his hands before he can do it, his body suddenly not responding.

gasping for air, his legs suddenly feel weak, holding him up still but barely. his hands press on the chest, where a sensation of hollow is expanding in all of his body.   curse.   cofagrigus casted it on red, not pikachu. he had to expect it, yet what could he do to avoid it in the first place...?

trembling, red quickly releases charizard too  ——  pikachu lending a quick glance to his trainer before returning to focus on protecting him. back ups, good. they all know riku is not going to play fair. electricity runs up pikachu’s tail. another jump, another lighting. trying to end this quick.

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oakliing​.

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« they’ll kill me if i’m lucky, they’ll torture me if i’m not. »

Barely looking up from his phone if not to share a worried look with Red, Green rests his head on his shoulder, intertwining fingers with his and squeeze his hand. Thoes thoughts are always terrifying. They’re constantly there, hiding in a corner of their minds, but thye just get worse whenever they hear news about Rockets.

“Not if I do something about it. I’d destroy them all before they lay a finger on you again.”

It might sound corny, but he’s 100% serious about this.

a tense silence responds to green’s words at first.   just like he barely look up from his phone, red’s eyes stare, unmoving, to the television, news about the rockets flashing on the screen and projecting him back. green’s intertwining his fingers with his own goes almost unnoticed, squeezing his hand back more out of instinct than for the gesture itself. if it wasn’t his hand, red would probably be squeezing a pillow instead.

« no. no, no, no. ».   the voice a mere, tense murmur, so low to be difficult to hear, red replies without moving his eyes from the writing on the television. almost expecting to read his name on there, sooner or later.   « th-they’re too strong, they’d u-use you a-against me, o-or the opposite, i-if they know you’d do anything for me they-they might take me and use me against you, or-or vice versa, i’d... i-i  ——  »

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                truly skilled trainers should try to win with their favourites.

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to be fair i’m still one hour and a half away from june but i think i’ll lose myself in darkest dungeon soon, so. pride icons now already. :3

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why is he always looking for a fight with him wHY DO YOU DO THAT GREEN--

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Not enough for me? You are everything.

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oakliing​.

It’s a sudden thought. One that arrived out of nowhere, really, if not for a video about rotation battles in Unova. Those were fun. The more Pokèmon were sent on the field, the better it was – but, of course, Green would never dare to bring out even half of his team on someone.

On nobody but Red, anyway. Their last serious battle ended up in a clutch, with him defeated when only their starters were standing. The memory of that glorious fight fills him with the determination to repeat it, even if, in his sloched pose on the sofa near the TV, it’s barely noticeable.

At least until his partner shows interest as well.

“I am.” he nods, mirroring Red’s half smile with a wider, much more confident one “That’s why I’m going to win this time.

How about the beach? I’d much rather avoid destroying something again.”

He still has to finish repaying the PWT in Driftveil.

oho... cocky, aren’t we, green?   red’s smile widens a little more, showing itself completely now as he closes the book and lowers it on the bended legs, leaving space for pikachu to excitedly sit up. they exchange a glance.

« you heard him? » the trainer asks. « he says he’s going to beat us. ». pikachu wags his tail, in anticipation of the end of his short monologue, static sparkling joyfully on the cheeks. oh, he can’t wait! he can’t wait! « we’ll have to put him back to his place, don’t you think? »                “ pika pikaaa !! ”

deal!, red thinks, letting pikachu climb on his shoulder as he stands up. the beach, eh? he likes it  ——  and it’s definitely less destroyable than the stadium they have used a few times in the past. they just need an isolated part of it, so they wouldn’t hurt anybody, which shouldn’t be difficult to find at this hour.

so, he nods, his hand taking the hat and placing it on his head. ready to annihilate green~

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oakliing​.

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“…basically, what I’m saying is that grandpa should cut me some slack.”

Yes, he’s been complaining until now. They have one date night together, and Green spends the entire time just talking badly about those reports.

“I don’t even have time to catch Pokèmon, lately! What does he expect, for me to just wing it?”

red smiles, with a silent laugh under his breath.   yeah, green monopolized the conversation up to now, complaining about work all the time, but the boy doesn’t mind. he’s glad he can vent with him, actually  ——  and it even helps, because he’s managing to eat his dinner in the meantime. up to now he replied to him with a few gestures ( he tried to speak a few times, but even if they’re in a far and covered corner of the restaurant, the presence of people is blocking him regardless ) that were enough to make his conversation continue, and in the meantime he enjoyed his meal, bringing them to the funny situation of red’s plate almost empty, and green’s one almost full.

��� well... just leave work for one day, then. ’  he gestures as a reply, sincerely curious about the reason green hasn’t simply done it already.  ‘ you’ve never had problems ignoring mister oak’s work if you didn’t want to do it. take a day off. ’

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@mnstcrbnll​ / riku 👀 "Well well well, look at who we have here, allll alone~"

his heart jumps to his throat.   he doesn’t need to turn, he doesn’t need to see who pronounced those words, interrupting his reading during that late evening in an isolated corner of the park. if there is something he never managed to forget, it’s the voices of the people who only contributed to his nightmares getting worse and worse.

it doesn’t matter how many years might pass. he will always remember their voices.

red’s hand rushes to open pikachu’s pokéball even before he begins to move to stand and get further from him, just in case the rocket will try to catch him. he moves as fast as possible, aiming to get at least a few steps away and... facing him, keeping an eye on him.

even if he really doesn’t want to see his face again.

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@oakliing​ "Hello sir I'm sorry but I really need a big smooch. Do you know where I could get one?"

cue the stupidest, most adorable, under his breath GIGGLE   from behind the safety of his book.   ( pikachu, from the sofa behind him, stretches and yawns boredly. here they go again... )

red lowers his book, showing a smile and nodding, before pointing at himself.  ‘ it’s 5 money per kiss, though. ’  he gestures... mostly curious to see green’s reaction.

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characters getting injured: 👌👌👌👌

characters getting injured and then hIDING IT SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT THEM: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👀👀👀👀👀👀😫😫