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lifeaftr2017-09-21 08:47 pm
holdmyhand) wrote in lifeaftr2017-09-21 08:47 pm
:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make
Who: Luna, Guzma, and whoever wants to stop by Islet 2!
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION
If you happen to be in the area of the second Islet, where a make-shift hut has become the home of two local pokemon trainers, you may find yourself smelling something amazing. Well, amazing if you enjoy fish. With their new wood-burning stove, Luna and Guzma's cooking game has upped itself tremendously. Rather, Guzma's cooking game has upped itself. Luna has gained a rank in firestarting and firekeeping. It's amazing, living together with a guy like Guzma-- mainly because Luna would never have thought it could happen. But here he is, standing around and cooking fish like he's been doing it for years...probably. Not that Luna knows. Guzma's a pretty outstanding mystery to her in the first place. Weird, kind of spooky. Pretty negative. But everyone knows him, so he's not shy. His pokemon adore him, so he can't be all bad.
It doesn't stop both her pups from being on high guard. Luna'd be lying if she said that there weren't times she was on guard herself-- but having someone who knows where you come from is something that she's decided to not take for granted. Someone with enough knowledge and history to ground her and remind her that home exists...
....somewhere.
Islet #2's hut is...pretty organized, but definitely split into two sides. With the addition of the wood burning stove, the two have tried to insulate their abode with a large tarp, though they still lack a proper roof. There are two strangely hung hammocks on opposite sides-- one of them has a very impressive looking tigershark-skin blanket draped across it invitingly. They seem to be hung by an insect's silken threads, and are very secured to what little they could be fastened to on the worn-down parts of the hut.
On a side of the hut, seashells hang of all types and sizes. They're pretty to look at. There's a small pile of them on the floor, along with a bag that says 'L U N A' in worn letters. There's fur on it-- perhaps someone sleeps here?
For now, this temporary home is fine.
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Go there. Had to put his faith in Guzma. Guzma. Hahah...idiot. He hates it, how little Mickey knows, and how willing he is to just cast his faith onto people who don't deserve it. People who'd turn around and leave him for dead at a second's notice. People like him. He's so naive and kind that it makes Guzma sick to his stomach. He drops his food to the ground with a sudden clatter, standing up and walking back towards his home.
He lost his appetite.]
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[whuh-what just happened here?! They were having a nice conversation and now Guzma's storming off? Did he get a stomachache from the food?]
H-Hey, Guzma, wait up!
[Mickey jogs after him!!!!]
W-what's the matter? What's wrong?
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[Is all Guzma says before he's slamming the door (or what remains of it, really) in Mickey's face. He crashes into his hammock once inside and just swings back and forth, staring furiously at the sky that peeks in through their unfinished roof. He just...he hates it.
He really, really hates having people rely on him. Truly rely on him - like he's worth giving a damn about. Like he's actually a good person. Are they kidding? They have no idea. If he ever opened his mouth and told anyone what sorts of things he's done, they'd think he was a monster... And they're right!! Idiots. Damn fools, they'd turn their backs on him. One did already, what's another? Just you wait, mouse, when Guzma has to turn you away when you're in desperate need of...of something. Loyalty? Friendship? Pfft--hah!
Go look for someone else to hand out that bullshit.]
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[SLAM! Mickey skids to a halt, staring at the door. Well, no clearer sign than that, this conversation is over. He reels, trying to figure out exactly what he did wrong. Why would saying he trusted Guzma set him off like that? It was the truth! And Guzma is a good guy! Why doesn't Guzma himself believe this?]
I... um... O-Okay... thanks for the meal...
[He knows well enough to back off for now, and so he walks off, deeply confused and rather sad. He's accidentally made Newt cry, accidentally made Guzma storm off, what is Mickey doing that's making his friends react this way? Is it this place? Is it him? He sighs hard, hoping whatever's going on, they can all find a way to peacefully resolve it...]