my pokemon has more hairstyles than me!!!
Not expecting for his phone to vibrate from inside his pocket, the heir jumps a little from where he’s sitting. Cerulean optics couldn’t help but blink a little in confusion as he reaches inside his pocket to pull out the device, staring at the front of it before moving his finger across the touch pad to open the message he received. It takes him little time at all to read the message, and his reaction comes even quicker— an embarrassed scoff, followed by his face heating up lightly at the message that he received. Ironically it was Serena of all people, huh? One could say she almost knew that he had backed out on doing it himself.
Though ‘sometime’ was very vague, and honestly traveling by himself constantly wasn’t as fun as he thought it’d be even though he was free from the control of his parents. It was still as if he was in that golden cage, for he was still only having his pokemon as company since she wasn’t around. But he couldn’t blame her— she was a trainer too and had her own things to do like everyone else… That didn’t mean he didn’t miss her.
He did. He just didn’t say it in front of her was all.
"Idiot." he muttered, finally gathering himself enough to start typing again to give a response.
Text to: Serena
From: Yuya'sometime' huh... that better be soon, idiot. i can't leave you alone too long without you making trouble you know.
Aka, ‘I hope I get to see you soon because I miss you’. Not that he’d say that.
What holiday it was was so very evident everywhere the heir looked. In the stores that seemed to be painted in red and pink, on the streets where vendors were selling roses or chocolate for the people walking on the street, and everyone he walked past seemed to be with someone and walking hand in hand in contrast to him who walked the streets alone. What made it worse was that some man had given him a rose and told him to give it to his girlfriend even though the brunet had already said that he didn’t have one. Instead, the boy only stalked off to sit on a bench by himself after setting it down beside him with a sigh.
Moments passed as if the boy was contemplating something before he brought out his cellphone, flipping through the few contacts he had and opening a new message before beginning to slowly type word by word.
Text to: Serena
From: Yuyahappy valentines day ►...
Beryl hues stared down at the three words there without proper capitalization, hesitating over the button to send the message— but in the end, his finger instinctively went to the delete button, and he immediately shoved the device back into his pocket and brought a hand up to his face as he gave an audible sigh. Valentines day was such a superfluous holiday, wasn’t it.
"Ugh, how ridiculous."
Yuuya — Boy — Japanese — Wealthy one
omelette au fromage
damn right you are. embrace it.
Depeche Mode | Dream On
i loved looker and emma so much ; o ;
❝…I wouldn’t trust first impressions if I were you.❞
Oh? What was this?
Cue a slow arch of the heir’s brow. “It’s not an assumption, it’s a fact. I don’t trust anything anyway.”
❝…Just this? What do you mean— just this?❞
"Well— They talked as if whatever lived up here was terrible, but you’re just a lady and that’s it."