May 19, 2018 11:10:01 GMT -6
Post by Oliver Engel Blackburn on May 19, 2018 11:10:01 GMT -6
I will become what I'm meant to be
I will give up self-made boundaries
I will give up self-made boundaries
The skies, cloudy and dark, rumbled with the promise of the oncoming storm. It was something that sent most people seeking the comfort of their homes, should they not be stuck at work - yet Oliver found it a reason to keep wandering the markets. He always did enjoy the rain, thunderstorms even more so - there was no reason to seek shelter, his habit of standing out in the showers one thing that never found itself lost from his personality over the years. Even the Espeon that walked at his side knew better than to try and drag her trainer under an awning.
In one hand, he held a coffee, carefully prepared by a local barista in a to go cup - the girl seemed proud of her work, taking her time with each drink she served. Impressed, not only with her dedication to her little stand, but the drink as well - Oliver had tipped well before making his exit to browse other goods. He was a common visitor to many of the local merchants, preferring to support people who did their best to make their own lives over large corporations - especially since he too felt their efforts. His pokecat cafe had taken off well, receiving many visitors on a daily basis itself, but that never meant that he would stop striving to improve it.
A particularly loud rumble of thunder made Bastet's ears twitch, looking up to Oliver with a look he knew too well. She was judging him, wanting him to find shelter from the rain, knowing he'd stay out in the rain longer than necessary to get himself sick - not that he'd mean to, of course. She huffed as he looked back to the table of wares he'd been occupied with before, ignoring her displeasure.
Rain slowly began to fall, starting at a low sprinkle before evolving into a decent shower - raising Oliver's spirits considerably while lowering Bastet's, her concern and ill amusement raising instead. "Oh come now, Bast, when's the last time I got sick?" She could easily name a few, and she would have - but he had a point. He had rarely been sick since the time he and Dialga became one... maybe, in a sense, he was right - he'd be fine. But hell if she'd ever let him know he was right. "Come on, we have more to pick up before we can even think of returning home."
Instead, she gave a woeful sigh as the man walked into the rain as if it were nothing, tail twitching with irritation as she followed him. Of course, some looked at him oddly as he strolled from vendor to vendor without an umbrella - yet none questioned him. One older lady did ask if he was alright, but he simply replied with a small smile and a nod before moving on. Besides... he had the coffee, still warm in his hand, to aid him through the chill that crept through the air - not that he'd really noticed it anyway.
In one hand, he held a coffee, carefully prepared by a local barista in a to go cup - the girl seemed proud of her work, taking her time with each drink she served. Impressed, not only with her dedication to her little stand, but the drink as well - Oliver had tipped well before making his exit to browse other goods. He was a common visitor to many of the local merchants, preferring to support people who did their best to make their own lives over large corporations - especially since he too felt their efforts. His pokecat cafe had taken off well, receiving many visitors on a daily basis itself, but that never meant that he would stop striving to improve it.
A particularly loud rumble of thunder made Bastet's ears twitch, looking up to Oliver with a look he knew too well. She was judging him, wanting him to find shelter from the rain, knowing he'd stay out in the rain longer than necessary to get himself sick - not that he'd mean to, of course. She huffed as he looked back to the table of wares he'd been occupied with before, ignoring her displeasure.
Rain slowly began to fall, starting at a low sprinkle before evolving into a decent shower - raising Oliver's spirits considerably while lowering Bastet's, her concern and ill amusement raising instead. "Oh come now, Bast, when's the last time I got sick?" She could easily name a few, and she would have - but he had a point. He had rarely been sick since the time he and Dialga became one... maybe, in a sense, he was right - he'd be fine. But hell if she'd ever let him know he was right. "Come on, we have more to pick up before we can even think of returning home."
Instead, she gave a woeful sigh as the man walked into the rain as if it were nothing, tail twitching with irritation as she followed him. Of course, some looked at him oddly as he strolled from vendor to vendor without an umbrella - yet none questioned him. One older lady did ask if he was alright, but he simply replied with a small smile and a nod before moving on. Besides... he had the coffee, still warm in his hand, to aid him through the chill that crept through the air - not that he'd really noticed it anyway.
I will live in the world I will make
There is no doubt I will make my way
There is no doubt I will make my way
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