//Fair. I tried when I was 15 and realized i'm dogshit at making things rhyme

//but in all seriousness keep doing it and practice!

//i am not a funny man.

yes these are from big bill hell's cars

the best video on the internet

//this season you should WRAPPING instead (corny, canned laughter)

...i can't think of anymore christmas jokes

-find hid brutal memories no man would have survived on his own.

He stood up once he got his bearings, curly unkept hair draping over his shoulders as tired, dull eyes focus on hers.

" Who are you?

...and /what/ are you? "

" How? You have a medkit under your skirt or something? "

He said, a bit of a joking inflection added to his already tired and gruff tone as he'd softly chuckle.

What Larka didn't know was that Hopper had no concept of her abilities or the depth that she could read him at - a depth she'd come to-

i did not like sun and moon at all tbh

oh and six, because six was honestly the last fun on for me before they started coming broken as fuck

-the mech pilot. The pistol on his right hip remained undrawn and unfired, seemingly a self imposed effort as to not harm an animal defending a territory he mistakenly treaded on.

Finally, a response;

" I've been attacked by several birds and small hyenas, /no/. "

-at the current moment.

On closer inspection it looked like he'd suffered multiple animal bites, including a few singes from fire and electrical attacks...

It was plain to see he was a victim of the tall grass without any Pokémon, and whatever little things made their home in it did a number on-

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He'd stagger back up to his feet in a startled daze, finally getting a good look at Larka.

She... seemed human, but Hop could tell she wasn't at first glance; not that it mattered much to him, as he was more interested in seeing if she was a threat rather than what-

-smaller patches present on his legs and arms at a few points.

The only thing visible of him was his head, his face crisscrossed with multiple old scars of various sizes and a steeled yet concerned demeanor as he'd fall to his knees, panting a bit as if he had been running and just now stopped.

On her way to the campus she'd hear the faint, slightly pained murmur of a male voice, its' source soon making itself known as he'd stumble out into the open.

The man donned a grey and black pilot's suit, certain patches held up with mylar tape that wrapped around one side of his torso, a few-

" At least you're better off than the robot. He has no eyes. "

" Good, I need those to see things. "