#11 - klinklang
fandom: pokemon
characters: prof. araragi, klinklang
theme: klinklang
title: --
rating: k
warning[s]: --
notes: /FLIPS DESK. IDK HOW TO WRITE COMEDIES. WTH. /KEYBOARD FLAIL.
klinklang hummed mechanically. the human female was strange. for hours now, she was standing there, the very same pokeball in hand and throwing it at them.
she glowered.
a line of blood trailed from her forehead. the female child had some luck. getting hit on the same spot after each attempt took some talent.
surely, she didn't believe she had the chance to -
protect.
this time the pokeball had bounded off the attack in such a harsh manner that it knocked her out.
as she lay unconscious, klinklang hovered over the child, making sure she was still alive. it nudged the pokeball into her hand before fleeing himself.
One day, perhaps, but not today.
characters: prof. araragi, klinklang
theme: klinklang
title: --
rating: k
warning[s]: --
notes: /FLIPS DESK. IDK HOW TO WRITE COMEDIES. WTH. /KEYBOARD FLAIL.
klinklang hummed mechanically. the human female was strange. for hours now, she was standing there, the very same pokeball in hand and throwing it at them.
she glowered.
a line of blood trailed from her forehead. the female child had some luck. getting hit on the same spot after each attempt took some talent.
surely, she didn't believe she had the chance to -
protect.
this time the pokeball had bounded off the attack in such a harsh manner that it knocked her out.
as she lay unconscious, klinklang hovered over the child, making sure she was still alive. it nudged the pokeball into her hand before fleeing himself.
One day, perhaps, but not today.