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
They realized that they have the capacity to sit on my head so they chirped as loud as they could at the highest point of me.
'Bout time. Got meself a rad haircut.
One week — Wait, one week? How do you know that? [She squints at him, and points a finger in his direction,] Are you — The one behind this? Did you do this?
[Another wheeze, and she feels exhausted already — She was fretting,] Yes but it’s not just the wings, Aric — It just feels, off, all of it does..
Oh? Mon dieu, non.
I hear voices.
He chuckles to himself
No, but ask yourself, why waste the effort on someone else if I could bring myself back?
Ah, never mind. I will talk of this all day. Besides that, however, yes, yes, I know you must feel wrong.
He squints for a second, thinking, then hesitantly reaches over, petting her hair with a smile.
It, uh, will be fine eventually, oui? Go home and rest, it will make this awkward time pass sooner.
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!!
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