Riocine

Perhaps I could pull Sceptile into going too. Maybe he'd still remember him.

Which is to say, yes. I'll go with you to see your dad.

Rather forward tonight, aren't you?

I haven't had the pleasure of seeing him in a long time.. 16 years, I think.

Weirs circumstances are.. unfortunate. It's.. complicated, and not appropriate to talk about publicly. It puts a lot of weight on Sam along with his other responsibilities though.

@noitsmeeki.bsky.social I'm sorry about him.

I see that you're wearing too many hats. Take two off, breathe.

You should go cool off. You don't have the privacy of the chatrooms here.

Ah.. I forgot this is how things are supposed to be.

Surely they'll post in rotomchat again someday. Maybe when it's girl scout cookie time again? I didn't buy nearly enough.

Well she was only a baby, what else was she supposed to do?

You deal with a lot. You needed more time. It would be nice to see Brawly and Wattson too though. Their banter is.. heart-warming.

A sweep, as they say.

That'll do for a pinned.

Riocine, Registered Psychic with the WPA, Bug-type trainer born and raised in Lavaridge, Hoenn.

Challenged every league except Kalos, Galar, and Paldea then returned to Hoenn and quit battling competitively.

Eccentric dresser, occasional seamstress, licensed educator.

I suppose I should make my information less vague but it's not very fun. We used to love mystery didn't we?

Sometimes I forget where I'm from.

The implication of several lost selves.

Particularly cruel to be homesick and unable to return. Your home doesn't miss you anyways.

The knots in your stomach, the ties that bind. I'm the only one listening. Whisper secrets to your walls.

Say their names write them down it's your responsibility you can't forget the story has to be told it has to have worth or what was it all for write them down write them down write them down

I'll spend the rest of my life writing poems for dead men. It's not fair. I'm sorry I ignored your birthday. I'm trying to move on. I have to let go. I love you. I deleted your number. I can't forget you. Do you remember? Are you there? Did it even hurt?

Walk barefoot into the storm. It will make the healing go faster.

You wait and you wait and you wait and it never drops. You will spend a decade waiting.

it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops it never drops

roll over, SHOW YOUR BELLY.

I ignored your birthday on purpose. I have to let you go. I can't remember his birthday anymore. I have to let him go too.

a long string of repeating patterns. perceive a slight, create distance, fade into memory. cruel thing, your hurt is worth nothing. you are a ghost in the veins of men, still as poisonous now as you once were stand up STAND UP get your head out of your hands you wretched thing and STAND UP

Sometimes Nick Lutsko · Swords · Song · 2019

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You should really get on that. You're running out of time.

I feel rather human today.

He left books in his refrigerator.

The other shoe never drops. The love is there, and it's enough in this life.