I am Courtney, Team Magma admin and first of the Three Fires.
Our goal is to expand the landmass to give to all pokemon and humans a better chance at life and to protect Hoenn's beautiful inland! come against us... and you will crumble.
+Indie post emerald Courtney RP blog with a dash of pokespe
山頭火と頭領See everyone wants in Maxie’s pants.
Goddamn bastard who decided to make coffee with dirt- if she found out who had done it, she’d bury the fool alive, just so that he could taste what she had tasted when drinking.
But first, she’d have to get the taste of dirt out of her mouth.
And throw away what remained of the mug after slamming it on the floor.
"Shit… I’m outta smoke… Fuck. There goes my relaxing evening."
"Ugh, fuck… just… thinking about all the food people had today makes me so fucking sick…"
((mmmh maybe I should check Gio’s blog
haven’t been ther in ageeeeeecedseseesesafssadahsjdfhfk WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING
IT’S 190 OVER HERE AS WELL WHAT IS GOING ON
"Oh shhit it’s the cops," he slurred out before he ran away, and then landed right on his face.
She threw her hands up in the hair and then laid on the ground, staying perfectly still. “They’ll never get me as long as I’m invisible.”
"I like t’ thhink I’m femi-fenimin— girlier thhan the women in the team, buuut then I r’member s’not sayin much causshe Courtney’ssh the girliest of ‘em all~”
"You… are so lucky that I’m stoned right now… I’ll get you, though. I… will… and I’ll punch you. Eheh…eheheh… but I love you anyway, ya know?."
"Trees? Trees? Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
Ah…yes, come in.
-He quickly hides the bottle of wine he was drinking straight out of in one of his desk drawers.-
What is it?
I’m very happy!
Someone was so kind as to give me a gift for my birthday…it’s such a kind gesture…
-He inspects the shoes further.-
Ah, and you got my shoe size correct and everything. How did you know that? You’re really just good at everything, aren’t you?~
Courtney’s smile widened at the comliment. Good at everything? “Yes, yes I am.”
Wans’t supposed to boast in front of-
"No- I mean- I’m good with some things! And… well, a man your height certanly can’t wear shoes much smaller than that.”
She let out a quiet sigh, wondering if she should ask him to try the shoes on. She… did want to see how they looked on him, after all… and… he looked so good in shoes.
"Sir… does it bother you if I ask you to try them on?" She smiled at him, her hands, still hidden behind her back, fiddling with her cape.
"I’d like too see if I got everything right."