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[ ... have a sigh, people. ]

... I should've known better than to jinx us yesterday.

Still, though, that's rather creative of them, bringing home to us rather than the other way around.

[ have a weak grin and wave combo, guys. ]

No hard feelings, right?




[ action! ]

[ and in various parts of johto, have a young boy sitting on a bench playing two-hand rendition of rock-paper-scissors (and book-nutcracker-washing machine) with a whimsicott, who, upon close examination, seems to lack fingers entirely. have a smile if you approach him. heck, he'll even teach you the rendition if he likes you enough.

life as usual, he supposes. ]
reveiller: (☁ stratiform. the vast world outside)
[voice // unfiltered]

[just voice, this time. whimsical.]

Have you ever tried slamming a revolving door?








[action/video, accidental?]

[for those of you early birds in Goldenrod, downtown, the video screen flickers to show--

the main street has been covered with sidewalk chalk drawings of dubious nature. there are several buckets of chalk scattered down the street, broken and whittled-down chalk pieces dotting the landscape amongst chalk drawings big and small, childish and masterful. there are cartoonish doodles of cacti, drawings of eyes, large, unwieldy birds and open books with fanciful, mythical creatures popping out of its pages. general outlines of gowns, chalk sketches of hands, shaded in, abstract pieces of shapes and lines that stretch as far as the eye can see.

it's only nine in the morning, and the streets are already filled with drawings. on a fairly blank patch of concrete, surrounded by the city proper, the culprit is hunkered down diligently, doodling small, cartoon kittens with large eyes and whiskers that end in flowers.

on your approach, his chalk breaks, little pieces glancing off the sidewalk.]





text: filter -- Yuuta )

text: filter -- Ryoma )