[Whoever could have had the gall to park their motorcycle all but sideways in front of this grocery store? And whoever could have been so insensitive as to leave a baby animal - in this case a Vulpix - still sitting in the saddlebag, the flap of which said baby is now attempting to chew into a ragged mess ( Read more... )

[Valentine's day? Bah, humbug ( Read more... )

[Fancy dinners still weren't her thing, but she'd learned to take the pampering for what it was, and just snicker through the sillier parts. Still. The idea of some holiday strawberry pastry thing (and so soon after stuffing herself on steak) was a bit too much. So an ultimatum for the poor, under-appreciated gentleman - a walk, and a casual ( Read more... )

[Brunch has been feeling weirdly competent all week! He's improved by leaps and bounds with the Rod, and even Snack seems to respect him a little bit for nowWhich makes him wonder if he's really ready for the next big step ( Read more... )

[Brunch doesn't know why he did the stupid Santa thing. Whim, he guesses. Meet people, he'd told himself.

But from the looks of the "list" he'd received this morning - little more than a scribble - he's being thwarted in even that. Who the heck expects him to read this thing ( Read more... )

[One reason one should never wait until the last minute to do holiday shopping is you might not find it when you need to. It might be sold out, the mail-in could come too late, or you might get run over by a crazy lady and her cart in the department store.

Clearly, that is not a problem here. But another reason - which really she has no business ( Read more... )

Coronet blinks, and looks around.  As his older self, he looks pretty much like any teenage Marik Ishtar in his purple shirt and cargo pants - except that instead of carrying his characteristic golden box around, he now has the Millennium Puzzle securely around his neck ( Read more... )

[So around this time last year Brunch got sick! One might think that'd mean he'd be better-prepared this year. He'd wash his hands more often, he'd be careful about keeping his room clean.

And he'd had every intention of doing that, until his Pokémon egg hatched. And then nothing much mattered anymore but keeping his baby under control ( Read more... )

For the first time since he had arrived at this place, Marik was feeling unsafe.

Actually, scratch unsafe - make it downright scared.  The lights were all off, and even if everything else was still working, a hologram needed light to function.  So far as he knew the only reason he was even still here at all was that he wasn't just a hologram; he was ( Read more... )

There's a new kind of Marik in the DR today.  Sitting hunched up against a wall in the lobby, he's working away at something in his hands.

Click.  Click-clack.  Clack.

Feel free to approach, but be warned that he isn't used to strangers.