. * . + —⭐️— we look so good —⭐️— + . * .
and we never even try
—> CONNER DODD <—
A PKMN OC
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no need to cry, i’m only doing anything
i want to do, because i do it all time!
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we’re taking over the world
A LITTLE VICTIMLESS CRIME
and when i’m taking your innocence
I’LL BE CORRUPTING YOUR MIND
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“right, right. . . so i’m not stupid but it seems you might be. i’m not givin’ you a light — even if i had one.”
cigarette perched between his pointer and middle fingers, a huff. “scram.”
"Let's see, I asked for a light which you clearly have but in case you have a bit of the stupid, ill slow it down so a slowpoke could understand. Let. Me. Borrow. Your. Light. Simple."
Each word was said irritatingly slow.
"No fire type on hand remember."
“or i kindly asked for the help of a fire type.”
right — well, he thinks she’s not a good target, which is why he’s trying to brush her off. too much of a risk . . . so . . .
“you don’t scare me — what’dya want —?”
"Yes and your cigarette just magically lit itself or you can breath fire."
Shame he picked the wrong person to lie to. Size her up all he wants, whatever he thinks she is he's wrong.
"Hopefully those pants are flammable."
. * . + f r e e t o r i s e a g a i n + . * .
—> CHARLOTTE MAPLE <—
A VIOLET MC BASED OC
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hand in hand against all odds,
we’ll overcome, together we are one!
“sorry, don’t have a lighter on me.”
liar. such a liar. hand curled around the metal lighter in his pocket, still warm. sizing her up, jaw clenching for a moment before he’s taking a drag from his cigarette.
“you’re gonna have to ask someone else.”
the quick click of his lighter closing, tucked into his pocket as he shoots her a look, cigarette smoldering between his lips.
“do you not have a fire type?”
lurking, watching people bustle about the streets of lumiose, shiny liepard curled at his feet.
the soft (* click ) of a lighter, lighting his cigarette, eyes dropping down for a moment to watch the flame.
he is lighting this cigarette at 3:34 in the morning, and he is thinking that maybe he'll stay up to watch the sun rise. the sound of the city at night is all that fills the silence, and he is starting to think he hates it.
OOC: unfortunately i fear anytime i rt something on both connor & fayette i feel like it gives “hey we saw you from across the bar and really liked your vibe” energy