Hello, and Good Morning to YOU!

[nolongerarival]

[Here's a Paul. Here is a thirty-two year old Paul. Sipping his coffee at the dinner table, doing some reading. Just another new day without his son in the house, la de da de daaa~
Welp, it's that time. Better check the mail.
He opens the door to find...

This is NOT where he lives. This is NOT Veilstone. He turns around. But this IS his house.

Huh.

He's

Comments

[of_the_land]

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...I have to admit, I'm rather surprised you didn't die before you were old enough to drink.

Hey...Un-oh wait you maybe didn't read that story!

[nolongerarival]

...
Excuse me?

[Study study study]

Do I know you?

...which story are we talking :<

[of_the_land]

You probably don't know me too well, but I'm quite familiar with you. Or rather... a version of you.

just some crack that's not headcanon (yet) But it's not like either of them know about it anyways

[nolongerarival]

A version? You mean a person here, that is like me, but from a different world? [He's got this "island" thing down methinks. It's still very awkward to say.
But he's not met anyone that he hasn't know yet!]

o okay |D

[of_the_land]

Yes. A much younger version of you, actually.

...perhaps you survived because you're less of a waste of oxygen.

Re: o okay |D

[nolongerarival]

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Gee, thanks. You're a swell guy. [annoyed glare]

[He thinks you may be talking about the Paul he just met, as that would make LOTS of sense, but that's still pretty RUDE he thinks.]

[of_the_land]

I'm not in the practice of being kind to people who try to murder my son in a fit of... actually, I still have no idea what he was on about. Some stupid relationship drama, I'd imagine...

[nolongerarival]

Mister, I don't know you and I'm pretty sure I don't know your son. I ain't tried to murder anyone either.

[THANKS FOR THE BAD REPUTATION LITTLE ONE.]

[of_the_land]

Then you're already preferable to the other version of you that I know.

[nolongerarival]

Thanks, I guess.

[Didn't particularly want to please anybody, but he's not out to make enemies!]

[of_the_land]

[yeah... you really don't want to make enemies with this guy.]

Don't worry about it.

[nolongerarival]

[But you're so nice mister!]

Sure. [Let's not worry about the man calling us a waste of oxygen earlier.]

[of_the_land]

I'm not going to doubt that you'll prove to be highly disagreeable to a certain extent, but at least you're not that bad.

[nolongerarival]

[He...
can't really deny that. Haha.]

I think I know who you're talking about, and I'd like to think I'm not that bad. Atleast from what I've seen.

[of_the_land]

...I would hope that you aren't.

Need an icon that I don't think exists /sob

[nolongerarival]

Then good. [Mental 'pft!' here]

[One would hope when you grow that you'd be less a pain in the ass. Unless you wanted to be, of course.]