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This is so fucking cute and I reblog it every time I see it and I can’t get over it.
i hate it when people say you cant love someone over the internet its just so wrong
The fact that Aggron are just huge garden nerds always gets me, cute mountain guardians that I personally think become the mountain with age while taking care of the grass pokemon there and gosh….
DO YOU EVER SEE THIS PERSON ONLINE YOU REALLY WANNA TALK TO BUT YOU ARE TOO SHY TO DO IT BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE YOU ARENT ON THEIR LEVEL AND JUS T
Johannes was going to snap at the man to stop playing around with things. He was almost like a child, Johannes sighed and stared at the man for a long moment. At least the drugs were taking effect. Johannes got his things set up and rolled up his sleeves. He wait about another dull five minutes before taking the soldier’s hand in his own and lifting it up. “Alright, let’s get this finished,” he said and quickly with precision snapped the first middle digit back into place with a loud pop and crunch.
He paused for a moment and gently sets the man’s hand to the side then picks up the next hand. Johannes glanced up at the man and waited a couple more minutes before straightening himself then popping the last finger back into place. “There,” he sighs with relief, wiping that little droplet of sweat from his temple.
Murdoc didn’t say a word as the other picked up his hand and paused before snapping the bone back into place. The drug did it’s work and it felt nothing more than a pinch. There was a total displacement, and the soldier curiously watched on as that one was set down and the other done exactly the same with the same gooey crunch at the end.
He stared at his swollen hands for a moment, trying to flex the realigned digits, but they could only bed so far. With his head still bowed, he glanced up at the medic.He was still a little salty about the pat to his pot, but he would have to let it go. The man had just helped him.
”Thanks,” he muttered under his breath before dropping his gaze to his hands once more.
Marius stares at the pot on his head and frowns deeply. “You know, there are plenty different alternatives for a hat than a pot.." the boy mutters at him in German. He folds his arms. He does not wear glasses and looks at him with bright blue eyes that are supsicious of every move the man makes.
The soldier grabs the kid by the collar and yanks him reaaaal close. “I said ENGLISH, mutherfucker!” Thrashes him a bit.
Marius’ eyes widen and he vainly tries to pry at the soldier’s hands. “Get your hands off me! Crazy pot!” Marius screeches and starts to feel slightly dizzy from the thrashing.
Through all the yelling and flailing, Murdoc suddenly stops mid thrash and stares off into the distance. He just lets go of his collar and drops the young child to the floor, all interest and anger gone. It was almost as if he’d forgotten why he was irritated in the first place.
// im really slow okay?
im a shitty rp partner tho
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