Arcanine (Gijinka), Kenneth Pound
22 (♎ 10/9/1991), male
Tennant Creek, Australia or
Pewter City, Kanto
indifferent, patient, thickheaded, forgetfull
forgets people often, will remember those he cares for
the little moral compass he has means he will not make a meal out of familiar faces
a literal wild pokemon that hunts and kills for food, lives in caves or trees from day to day
Aahhh, Thank you — I feel so plain?! I don’t have wings anymore! [She spins around and reaches to touch her own back —] I don’t know what happened! They ‘re.. Go ne..
Ah, ma petite, it is fine, oui? ‘Tis only a week.. I have made it centuries without wings, surely it is not so bad?
A shrug, he smiles.
Then again, perhaps, in your circumstances, I would find myself missing certain things!
He drifts a few feet off the ground in demonstration, chuckling. It quickly dies down.
But even so.. Hm.
In your circumstances, I would be alive, oui?
Did he forget she was a water type, that happened to her pretty often so she was used to her bathroom getting soaked. As long as it got towel dried soon after so mold wouldn’t grow. “Oh hey don’t worry about it.” She smiled and pat his chest. “You didn’t mess anything up.” Bailey went to get the ice pack again and held it up to him. “Press this on your eye?” She had an idea for his nose to heal straight. Who knows if it would work bu she was itching to try— more like itching to get it over with since she didn’t want it to heal crooked. So she got two popsicles and held them up to him. “Can you finish these for me? And sit with me in here.” She scurried off to grab a chair for him to sit with her in her pretty spacious kitchen. “I’m going to try things.” She went off to grab her first aid kit with some skin-adhesive tape.
"How well can you breathe?" Could he breathe out of his nose at all? She wondered if it was bad enough she had to take that nose to a doctor. She brushed his hair back so it’d be out of his face and held it there with a bobby pin. She saw the wound on his forehead first and put some neosporin on that, covering it with a gauze right after and taped it down with the skin-sticky tape. He better be finishing those popsicles, she needed them.
He immediately perks up at her reassurance. It wasn’t anything dramatic, but his head lifted and his embarrassment cleared, relief sinking in. Receiving the ice pack, he does as he’s told instinctively, pressing it, at first, too hard, though he doesn’t notice when he sees the popsicles. He’d actually never seen them before, and eyed them suspiciously. He shrugs, though, taking both in his free hand, and—idiotically—shoves a whole one in his mouth. Steam clouds his vision and he frowns, yanking a bare stick from his mouth and swallowing hard.
Fuck, that was awful..
He shakes his head, pulling the pack off his eye as well to get away from the icey chill for a second. He squints at the second popsicle, frowning.
How d’ya eat these things?
And he puts the pack back to his eye, resigned.
Uh.. Breathin’? I still can, s’just not as easy? I dunno..
He remains still through her treatment to his forehead, still wondering about the other popsicle. He knew it would melt too quick if he just held it there, so, he idly presses his tongue to it, looking ridiculous. When it melts quick, he shoves it all in his mouth again, but he seems to have already gotten used to the shock, producing another bare stick.
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I’m twelve and I’ve only had two boyfriends so far. TWO!! That’s EMBARRASSING.
Where are the eligible bachelors around here??
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Anonymous asked: ANON MAGIC!!!1: The character(s) of your choice is now their whinny pre-teen selves for however long you want!!
Whiney??? I think you mean CUTE!! At least that’s what my daddy says. And he would know, because he’s a professional army man in charge of a lot of people!!
Uhhhh, [She slips off her glasses and rubs her temple,] .. Probably in the pantry?.. Maybe there’s some Monsters or Rockstar drinks in the fridge. Idunno, we never organize the fridge haha.
Oooooh? A Job, huh? Where at and whats the pay, hm?
He quickly scoots off into the kitchen, makes a small ruckus searching, and skitters back to her, excitedly holding it out to her. He bounces on his feet gently, smiling.
Here you go! I didn’t mess anything up. Promise. Uhm!
A BAKERY! They aren’t going to let me bake yet, but the cashier lady said if I impressed the chef, I can start helping making all the cakes and stuff and then get to deliver them!! I don’t know how much my pay is, yet, though. The lady that works there though is REALLY pretty. But kind of scary. But she seems nice! Sort of. Uhm!!
He bounces more and his wings flap.
Isn’t that cool?!
canineablaze asked: OLIVIA OLIVIA GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT you don't have to guess really but GUESS WHAT -- Logan
Where the hell did you.. Come from..
[Slipping her hand under her glasses she rubs her eye.] Okay okay, what, ‘ya sound hella excited about it too.
Y’know what would be swag of you, Logan? Getting me a redbull. Yeah. After you tell me your secret of course.
Where do you keep them?
BUT UH—I GOT A JOB!!
I have seen the gates of heaven and they are Harajuku crepes. ✨✨
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