Dexio

“Two years ago, Professor Sycamore entrusted me with a Pokédex. You could call me a Pokémon-voyage veteran~” • Zygarde researcher. Masked Hero of Kalos.

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

“Wherever they are, they’re out there. And we’re going to find them, one cell at a time.”

⁂ A gentleman through and through, adventurer in the name of science.
⁂ Pristine white suit and cyan tie or Hawaiian Dad: he has no in-between.

⁂ All French found on google translate!

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

[laughs in french]

[lemon 🍉 @lemonjelloarts]

reactivates my dexio rp acc cutely

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage culture studies.

Nerd.

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

Dexio was mumbling to himself, just turning down the hall when everything stopped.
“…Cette école est folle-
TASHA!!”

His heart was bartering his sternum as he watched in horror as she tumbled. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. Absolutely not. He couldn’t be watching this! —

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage wearing boy he typically was. Right now, he just looked like an average teenage boy did when he was sleepy. It was humanizing, a reminder he didn’t look picture perfect all the time.

“Juste une autre diapositive ...” he mumbled quietly in his sleep, dreaming about microscopic —

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@thetrxnsport //oh no

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage climbed right in that bed with her, but things were different now. And he wanted to respect her wishes.
Slapping his backpack to shape it into a makeshift pillow so she could keep all the real ones, Dexio sighed, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come, despite his worry.

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage cheek in relief she was in fact, okay, before setting a glass of water out for her on the bedside table and shutting off the lights, curling up in an old T-shirt and boxers on his floor to sleep. He wanted to give her space, if things were how the used to be, he would have —

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

//FUCKIN GENEROUS GODDAMN https://t.co/2TqeZhQAWT

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage going to be okay, my dear.”

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

@SweetBarrage No response. He continued nevertheless. “I’m going to take you home, make sure you’re alright, okay…? I’m sorry, sorry if you were drinking to forget…”
He shook his head. Never mind that now. “You’re going to be okay,” he confirmed, giving the hand a squeeze. “Everything is —

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

her shoulder, hovering himself over her torso. “Accrochez-vous là. vous êtes si dur et merveilleux, ça va aller.”

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

faster, the boy landed with a thump and allowed the downward momentum to pull him to his knees beside her. “Tasha?” He repeated, much quieter, afraid to much volume would aggravate any head injury she HAD to have from that. “Natasha, are you awake, mon cher?”
He placed a hand on—

[Dexio @CheckingDexes]

Dexio’s curiosity was piqued. What in the world, the PA system, the attacks from that one blonde dude, the teacher joining in the drinks. Like honestly, what in the world?
He wouldn’t drink. Just peek in. Just a tiny peek.
Right?