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Who: Annie Leonhart & OPEN
Where: Goldenrod City
When: October 11th-15th
Summary: Annie is working in Goldenrod for a brief period before heading out on the road again.
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing and/or references to character canon.
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Sunset, Waterline

[ One of those afternoons, those traveling through Goldenrod might see Annie standing at the shoreline watching the sun set, expression on her face a touch wistful. Adjusting to the backward movement of the sun keeps her sense of direction jumbled up even after almost a month, but the sun sets beautifully over the waters.

Lute the Absol is at her side, front paws on the railing so he too can watch the sunset. Napping on a bench behind them both is Arlert the Hoothoot, balancing on one leg, gently swaying in time to an internal clock even now, when she's unaware of the world.

Until she leans a little too far to the right, then back to the left, then topples right off the bench in almost slow motion. ]

Market

[ Annie holds up a variety of citrus she hasn't heard of before, turning it around in her hand before bringing it closer to her nose to breathe in its scent. It's an indulgence, but she has a fondness for the acid bite of citrus. In the end she pays for the fruit, walking away with Lute the Absol at her side. Arlert is nowhere to be seen, watching over Annie's pack in one of the small parks nearby. Annie is working on peeling her orange in a spiraling shape, using her nails to nudge and pluck it up, turning the orange around and around in her hands.

It keeps her hands busy, and keeps her mind occupied. Between part time work, research, and challenging trainers on the outskirts of the Routes connected to Goldenrod, she keeps herself busy.

The radio from her 'gear is playing Buena's Password, Annie letting the pop culture music sweep past and overpower the city's natural music, continuing to peel her citrus as the rind hangs longer and longer. When the next password is broadcast, she pauses, squinting down at the ground and looking at Lute when she asks: ]

That was Beedrill Waltz, wasn't it?

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Unbeknownst to Krieg, rumor tells of a giant shirtless man and his equally giant Muk companion who wander the streets together in the wee hours of the morning, dumpster diving until dawn. They never bother anyone, and the Muk is very well-behaved, and honestly most of the locals are weirdly touched to see someone taking such good care of a giant sludge monster when most (sane, admittedly) people go out of their way to avoid them.

Krieg is in town a lot earlier for Slag Stack's weekly feeding than usual. He had to take the bullet train in from Saffron, which accounts for the change in routine. He could have just stayed in Saffon for the garbage feast - it's a big enough city, it's certain to have plenty of dumpsters. Maybe he'll stick around next week, after he's had more time to get familiar with the alleys and dumpsters there. After nearly two years of this feeding ritual, he knows where all the best dumpsters in Goldenrod are. But also...Goldenrod is comfortable.

So, since he's early and has long ago learned that the locals tolerate dumpster diving a lot better when it's done after dark, when they don't have to witness it, he's taking a nice evening walk with Slag Stack and Dolly. The Darumaka is carried in his customary position in the crook of Krieg's elbow, while the Muk ambulates cheerfully at his heels.

That is, until it spots a particular Hoothoot in danger.

It's a beautiful slow-motion moment that probably no one actually witnesses. The moment Slag Stack sees that the little round bird's balance is off, he leaps into action with a valiant cry of "Muuuuuk!" His thick, viscous body is surprisingly swift, and so stretchy it's basically perfect for this kind of rescue. Almost two years of living with Krieg have taught him the best way to minimize the poisonous sting of his sludgey skin, because people are more likely to pet him if touching him doesn't make them think their hands are going to melt off. He does that trick now, with the two pseudopods he extends for catching the napping Arlert. She may be surprised when she wakes up cradled tenderly in a Muk's gentle....embrace....but at least she won't be hurt!

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Annie is whirling around at the cry of Muuuuk, catching sight of Slag Stack as Arlert falls into his extended pseudopods. Annie hasn't run into a Muk in person yet, but she's read about them in passing, and has that awareness that contact with them isn't necessarily healthy--though feathers are a sort of natural insulation away from the skin. In the same moment she sees Slag Stack catching Arlert, she sees Krieg (and the red shape of a pokemon in his arms), and it alerts her to a few possibilities, the foremost being Arlert isn't in danger of being eaten.

The second that Krieg is indeed very large, something she suspected given his tendency to wrestle with large fire-tigers, but can now confirm in person.

The third is Arlert is too relaxed for waking up in an unexpected position, her eyes blinking open and her long feathers shivering as she yawns. Then she gets a good eyeful of Muk and lets out a high, confused hoot.

"It's your own fault, Arlert." Annie is already close enough she can reach out and flick her gaze between Krieg and the Muk, looking to take hold of Arlert and relieve the Muk of their burden. "You're a fast mover. Arlert, you should say thank you."

While the Hoothoot is left to deal with her trainer's suggestion, Annie continues to hold out her arms for Arlert from Muk, eyes returning to Krieg. "Hello, Krieg. This is your pokemon?"

Naturally, Krieg had turned to see what Slag Stack was excitedly vocalizing about. He's too slow to witness the epic catch, but he does see the aftermath. That is one chill Hoothoot, waking up with a yawn instead of with a start, especially considering it's being cradled in sludge. When the young woman speaks, his gaze flicks to her, then back to the Hoothoot - Arlert? Isn't that Armin's name?

And then he's momentarily nonplussed when the young woman addresses him by name. His memory may not be the greatest, but he's at least good at remembering faces. He's never seen hers before, so how...?

This must be Annie.

Given the name of the little rescued owl, that does make sense.

"Muk Muuuuk!" Slag Stack helpfully proffers the recumbent Hoothoot to her trainer, taking care not to touch the young woman's fingers as the hand-off is made. He then withdraws his psuedopods back into his sludgy body and oozes over to where Krieg is standing, where he then proceeds to surge right into him, engulfing man's legs well up past his knees. Krieg stands perfectly still while this occurs, because honestly what else is he going to do? One portion of the sludge climbs higher on Krieg's right leg as the Muk's "head" emerges, moving upward toward his hand for pets. Of course Krieg obliges once said head is pushed up against his hand. He moves his hand in a wide circular motion between the two drooping eyes that reappeared amongst the goo, eliciting a series of pleased murmurings from the creature to whom those eyes belong.

"This is the Slag Stack!" As if the Muk's behavior toward him wasn't enough to answer Annie's question regarding partnership (never ownership; you can own a gun. You can't own a living creature). "You been in town long, Honeyshine?"

She notes the care with which Arlert's handed over, particularly how the Muk never touches her. Arlert manages to keep still until she's fully in Annie's arms, and then she gets much more animated, chattering in short hoots and fidgeting around until Annie lets her back down onto the bench. Arlert fluffs out all her feathers once she's there, appearing much larger as she offers a thank you to Muk with a crisp clear hoot, then promptly sets to preening herself.

Annie frowns, digging into the backpacking back on the other side of the bench, missing a direct eye on how the Muk moves over and up Krieg. She has water out and a towel, dampening it to wipe down Arlert's feathers before she manages to groom them all, just in case. If they're gearing up for a gym in the next week or two, Annie would prefer both her pokemon in their best health.

In the meantime, Lute has slipped over by Annie's side, surreptitiously stretching his neck forward, having watched Slag Stack's progress. He hasn't witnessed such a moldable pokemon, and isn't certain what to make of it, or why he finds it subtly unsettling. He leans in toward Annie once Krieg is petting Muk in that deliberate, odd way, looking for reassurance. Annie is caught off-guard by that, more used to Lute being fairly self contained, folding the damp towel in half and reaching down to card her fingers through the fur at the back of his head.

"Nice to meet Slag St--" she starts in an ongoing effort to be polite, only cutting herself off as Krieg's question registers. Her eyebrows hike upward, her surprise visible on her face. "Honeyshine?"

What in the world kind of a name is that? Maybe one from his world? Krieg really doesn't seem to be the kind to use those kinds of non-specific pet names, but it's so out of nowhere in that moment Annie doesn't know what to make of it.

"... Anyway, I've been in town since Thursday. What about you two?"

"Mnuhuhuhuhu...!" Krieg gets a good, hearty, unhinged giggle at Annie's reaction to her new nickname. If she demands an explanation he'll likely laugh again and only maybe break it down. She seems like an intelligent young woman - she'll probably figure it out without his help.

"Today's the day of the gutter feast!" Which explains - poorly - why they're in town but not how long they've been here. Whoops. "We took the bullet train in today and we're gonna take it back out tomorrow!" Once the feast has concluded and all the best dumpsters have been plundered of their riches. Slag Stack interjects with an enthusiastic "Muuuuuk!" between Krieg's gutter feast and bullet train explanations.

"Did you meet the Squid Girl?"

Overall, she gleans he's here temporarily to feed the Muk, Slag Stack, though gutters wouldn't be her inclination when feeding anything. Too much debris, but maybe Muk would enjoy the mix of the detritus of society and of local fauna. Honeyshine she can't fully parse, though honey, yes, given the mead, and...

... Moonshine. He'd said moonshine when they'd first talked. Of all the strange, inaccurate portmanteaus, honeyshine is a whole level of questionable. What were the chances she'd be able to convince him not to use that name?

She considers Krieg for a moment, thinks about his honey slathered cutiefly incident, and does not have high expectations.

"Thida? We talked on Wednesday," she said. It jump started all her plans for mead, which weren't particularly grand in the first place. "From initial to drinkable, it should be about two months total."

Arlert shakes herself off and finishes preening a few select feathers as Annie folds the damp towel and tucks it away. Lute continues watching Krieg and Slag Stack, but with everything looking okay, he's relaxed back into open curiosity. His soft vocalisation to Slag Stack is asking after how he is.

"You were over in Kanto earlier?" That pass between regions is one she's slowly saving up for, and hopefully will be much closer to after this week and then some.

Unknown to her, or to either of her pokemon, the shadows below the surface of the street they stand on are growing thick. Soft chirps are swallowed by the crash of waves against the breakers, masking the sounds of the oncoming swarm. Those bobbing, black and orange, flickering light pokemon dance and jostle their way forward, below the level of where any casual glance can see them.

What was Krieg just thinking? Hell yeah, smart girl. Not only did she put it together, she also determined the likelihood that he would honor her request to cease, and came to the correct conclusion.

"Two months'll go by fast!"

Annie has no way to know this, but that's a pretty shocking statement coming from Krieg - the man hates to wait.

Slag Stack blinks when he's addressed by Lute, and moves down and away from Krieg's hand to turn and face the knife-dog. Hello! He's fine! His trainer is going to feed him a huge dinner tonight! How are you?

"Yeah! We slaughtered all the gyms here, so now we're lighting them up over there. I don't know where all the dumpsters are over there yet, though." He shrugs. "So tonight the feast is here!"

She's inclined to agree with his assessment of time, though two months is still disorienting when she considers its two more months away from the blank slate of her future back home. No one could tell her more about it; she could assume the worst, but she'd already taken to doing that.

Two more months here is two more months living a fragile life without expectations that crafted and formed her world back home. No matter how thin those had been, she's more at a loss here. Mead making is hardly a life direction, and traveling city to city was for the ability to move more freely, not even a drive to see a world where she's not hated or a tool of war.

"... The term is defeated, I think. Slaughtered implies a certain amount of blood and death," she says, mild enough, though her eyebrows have lifted a hair. "Dumpsters being the large rubbish containers you find around the city?"

She's verifying, as she's only heard that word in passing without it being firmly connected to anything. Lute considers Slag Stack's response and tips his head toward him; he's in good health, and so is his trainer, as well as his fellow pokemon teammate. Which he expresses thanks for Slag Stack's assistance in catching Arlert. (He doesn't mention he knows Arlert would have been fine. It's not the first time she's done something like this.)

Arlert, for her part, fluffs out her feathers and opens her wings enough to show them off, turning her head side to side. She's great! And dignified when she's awake, she insists.

Unbeknownst to either, the swarm of pumpkaboo have grown, massing on the other side of the wall, still too low to be seen. It's a gentle twinge to his horn that has Lute looking away, trying to understand why. There's no shift in the weather or in barometric pressure he's sensing; no impending feeling of massive disaster. Only a minor sort of itch he can't put his paw on. Strange.

Within moments of thinking that, the pumpkaboo swarm surges up and over the railing, lights shining strong as the shadows have already started swallowing the streets, lamps hung on poles the only source of illumination. Their bubbling laughter, eerie and haunting, is a discordant cacophony as they bop and wobble through the air, heading for Annie and Krieg and their pokemon in a disorganised mass.

Annie whirls around at the sound, sliding into a ready position for a fight; her arms are up to protect her head, fists closed, thumbs out. Lute has likewise spun with her, lowering his head, and Arlert hoots and jumps off the bench to fight her way into the air.

"Arlert! Use reflect! Lute, taunt them!"

Both pokemon call out in response, following her order, while Annie does the most logical thing: she steps forward and flows into a high kick that takes one of the pumpkaboo at the front of the swarm down, bouncing off the ground.

"That's right! They're the best place for hot garbage!" And cold garbage. And lukewarm garbage. All the garbage, really. There's also an actual city landfill, but when it comes to spending time with Slag Stack and feeding him, Krieg prefers the dumpsters. Like so many things he gravitates toward, even without fully realizing it, it's because they're nostalgic. On Pandora, you could find all kinds of useful things in dumpsters; ammunition, fat stacks of cash, healing hypos...No one throws away any of those things here, which is sensible, but even after two years it's still weird.

Slag Stack has enough time to respond to Lute's thanks warmly - it was no big deal, he's always happy to help - and then there is just. A swarm. Of ghost pumpkins. He was already halfway oozed off of Krieg's legs again, but when Annie lets fly with orders and a very impressive high kick, the Muk untangles himself the rest of the way to position himself protectively in front of his trainer. At just about the same moment, as if sensing an impending fight, Murder Chicken erupts from his ball in Krieg's pocket to pose dramatically for a brief second next to Slag Stack before launching himself into the fray. It's mere moments until Annie might find she has some competition in the kicking department, courtesy one six-foot-tall murderbird.

It takes Krieg a few moments more to react, if only because he's experienced Pokemon swarms before and he knows that they're not always violent. But if this one hadn't been before, it certainly will become so now, with Annie and her 'mons wasting no time going on the offensive. Krieg would normally join in, especially with so many targets, but as he's still cradling one crybaby Darumaka in the crook of an elbow, he unfortunately must stand back to keep his little buddy from getting scared or hurt.

"CHOKE 'EM OUT AND LIGHT 'EM UP!"

What does that even mean? Apparently his pokemon know, because like a well-oiled machine, the two seem to sync up and respond to their trainer's direction. Slag Stack belches a foul cloud of Poison Gas, enveloping two of the Pumpkaboos that have swarmed nearest to himself and Krieg. The pair both seem to turn a little pale, drained somewhat of their color as they become poisoned. Murder Chicken, as always perfectly aware of friends and foes, directs a Fire Blast well away from Annie and her team, right into the heart of the swarm. A wave of heat rushes away from him in all directions, overtaking the cool evening breeze and creating a strong, hot wind as the light of his attack flares brightly. Countless Pumkaboos cry out and drop to the ground, or back down out of sight beyond the wall, and lay motionless where they land. Those remaining all seem to freeze in place, the dying light of MC's attack reflecting eerily in their collective yellow eyes. For a brief moment, all is quiet, and then...

...Another Pumpkaboo rises up from below the sea wall. This one is much, much larger than its breatheren, and it is very, obviously unhappy.

Annie has never met a boss fight, and has never fought with someone else and their pokemon before now, but she adjusts for it as she must on the fly. Lute is in tune enough with her to move where she's gesturing; Arlert circles higher, using extrasensory on Annie's call, then flying over the whole group, including MC, who she eyes with a glint of interest.

When the extraordinarily large pumpkaboo rises from below the sea wall, unhappy as could be, the first thing it does... is throw candy at all of them. Candy that comes closet to hitting Arlert as she flies over MC, for all the piece tossed at the hoothoot bounces off her with no apparent effect. Trick or treat was a very... unique... move.

"Lute, dance!" It might have been absurd sounding, but as Lute spins himself around and lowers his head with a sweep of his horn, he collects energy, increasing his attack. In theory she knows reflect should be reducing their damage for a little while longer, but it's now that Annie takes a step back and evaluates the scattered, dropped pumpkaboo as much as the ones still remaining afloat. They've moved again, rallying behind the largest pumpkaboo, tittering like school aged children engaged in a prank war. They bob and float and the disoriented ones lying on the ground seem to stir themselves to slow retreat.

With a veritable cheering section behind them, the biggest pumpkaboo bobs in the sea breeze, shadows growing long as the sun sinks lower toward the horizon, disguising its own shadow creeping beyond all those gathered before it and to the sides.

Slag Stack is too far back to get beaned in the head by flung Halloween candy, but Murder Chicken manages to catch a piece right between his eyes. It's a small shock more than anything painful, and he blinks and shakes it off with little effort. He's surging forward again, almost as if he's anticipating Krieg's next instruction and is already moving into place to carry it out.

...If Annie is worried about sounding absurd around Krieg, she can lay her fears to rest and worry no more. It wouldn't even occur to him that a trainer telling their 'Mon to dance might sound silly. She is in the presence of the King of Absurd Commands.

"DEATH FROM ABOVE AND BOMBS AWAY!"

MC begins to actively glow, and takes a running leap at the Pumpkaboo King so fast that he's just a bright blur. Unlike his first attack, there is no sudden gathering of heat, merely illumination. He leaps the sea wall like a hurdle and flings himself out wholeheartedly at the giant antagonist, striking solidly against it and rebounding off of it with a neat backflip to land back behind the wall. The blow it dealt causes the giant Pumpkaboo to shudder, but it's clearly not out of the fight yet.

Unlike his trainer, Slag Stack is a good boy who always tries to avoid friendly fire, so it angles its Sludge Bomb attack to give Annie and Company a wide berth. Its contribution is much less elegant and much more messy than MC's Brave Bird, but there are a lot of Pumpkaboos to cover, and knocking down as many as possible seems like priority number one. If nothing else, it's a good strategy to level the playing field a bit, as they are currently horrifically outnumbered. Several more drop to the ground or out of sight beyond the wall with their initially scorched brethren, overcome by the poisonous sludge.

Having singled out Murder Chicken as the biggest current threat, the Pumpkaboo King wobbles and bobs briefly in the air. As it hovers gently, it seems to expand, and then to radiate waves of black and purple mist. As it does this, quite a few of its smaller compatriots begin to glow similarly. A toxic-looking purple blob of light coalesces in front of its mouth, and it hurls the Shadow Ball directly at MC. This massive attack is followed immediately by eight or ten smaller Shadow Balls from the smaller Pumpkaboos.

While Murder Chicken jumps off the wall to impact with the Pumpkaboo King, and Slag Stack joins in after with its Sludge Bomb, Annie keeps herself and Lute out of the way. Arlert swoops to Peck at a pumpkaboo that gets too close, and Lute likewise defends Annie with a Quick Attack while she simultaneously kicks another pumpkaboo back. It flies backward and ends up smacking into one of the smaller Shadow Balls thrown by another pumpkaboo.

"Perish!" she calls out to Lute, who breathes in and begins singing, an almost haunting melody that earns the attention of some nearby pumpkaboo. The Pumpkin King radiates even more black and purple mist, slowly bobbing and twisting to look toward the sound of the singing.

"Confusion!" is her next cry, Arlert calling out and flapping her wings as she sends the attack at the Pumpkin King. It interrupts the formation of another Shadow Ball, the Pumpkaboo King shuddering and reforming the Shadow Ball within moments. The smaller pumpkaboo around it start following its lead, dividing their targets; between Annie calling out to Lute for him to Dance again and hits with Night Slash, mowing through a series of pumpkaboo and leaping over a small Shadow Ball sent flying his way. Arlert comes in with Peck again and again, before being knocked down by a smaller Shadow Ball, falling toward Slag Stack.

[There was so much to do in Goldenrod City and Chise had been trying to do as much as she could ever since she arrived. Word of the market had intrigued her and she had gotten up early to pay it a visit, setting out with Gwyllgi the Rockruff trotting at her heels, Elias the Cubone tucked into her backpack, and Silver the Carbink drifting along behind her. There was so much to look at and so many things for sale, Chise wandering from booth to booth and picking up a few things that she knew she could use for salves later on.

She had just purchased herself a small pouch of a tea blend, tucking it into her satchel--since her backpack was occupied--when the soft sound of music drew her attention. Even Gwyllgi peered over, ears perking slightly. It was familiar to both of them--]

I..think that is yes. It's a very lovely piece.

[ Annie glances up, surprised to be answered by anyone. It was both the name of the musical piece and the clue for the hour, though the name was more interesting to her for what it was. Some fusion of beats and instrumentals unlike anything she's heard before, and frenzied, but in a way that felt lively instead of harried and anxious.

Which is more thought than she generally has for music, but the constant background songs have made her consider such things more directly than she has in the past. ]

... It is, yes.

[ She shifts, turning so that she's better facing Chise, orange and rind still in hand. She's paused in her peeling for the time being. ]

You've quite a few friends traveling with you today.

[ She remarks after a quiet glance, taking in the pokemon that seem to be all around the young woman. Lute scents the air, calling out a low greeting to Gwyllgi, Elias, and Silver, taking a relaxed but watchful stance at Annie's side. ]

[Chise looks at her trio of Pokemon just as Silver comes to rest on her shoulder to bump against her cheek.]

More wanted to accompany us but they can be a bit troublesome.

[An understatement really. With all the Fairies and Ghosts she has traveling with her, being out in public can be quite the hassle at times when they all want to get up to no good.

At her side, Gwyligi sits and let's out a soft chuff in return to Lute's greeting, tail thumping the ground lightly.]

That's an Absol, right? [Chise's gaze flits from Annie to Lute and back again, intrigue on her face.] I read about them but I've never seen one before. They're beautiful.

Personality wise?

[ Six pokemon is A Lot, but manageable depending on the individuals. Her shoulders droop a fraction as she relaxes, starting up her task of peeling once more. Her eyes only glance down to her orange once before she's looking back to Chise. ]

Lute's an Absol, yes. [ Lute inclines his head forward in a nod of his own, light catching off the curve of his horn. His tail doesn't generally wag, but he gives a low sweep of acknowledgement in turn to Gwyligi. ] Ah... yes, he is. To think they've been considered ill omens in the past...

[ She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. ]

Timing and association can be everything, I suppose.

Yes. I have quite a few Fairy types and Ghost types that can be...hard to handle when they're all together.

[They're little shits but she'll never say it quite like that.]

People fear what they don't understand. [Chise knows that all too well and she gives Lute an understanding smile.] And sometimes things can get taken the wrong way when told again and again. That's how folktales and the like happen after all.

[ There's a slight raise of her eyebrow at Chise's words, but Annie opts to not say anything to that, only tipping her head forward in acknowledgement of having heard her statement. ]

History distorts itself even when people intend to be accurate transcribers.

[ She reaches out, running her fingers through the fur on the back of Lute's neck. It's thick and plush there, and he leans into the contact subtly, watching Chise and her pokemon companions. ]

Everyone has a bias, whether or not they acknowledge it. Fear makes those biases even harder to fight.

[ She pauses, then holds out the hand not scratching into Lute's fur. ]

Annie Leonhart.

Accuracy becomes difficult when you're battling against what others want to believe. What they want to be heard.

[Sometimes people don't want the truth to be known or understood in general.

Chise blinked as Annie held a hand out before reaching to take it, shaking it lightly.]

Chise Hatori. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Familiar lies are easier to swallow than uncomfortable truths.

[ After shaking hands, Annie pauses, trying to remember... and really not quite managing to pull up an adequate answer. ]

Chise... Is there any chance we may have talked on the 'gears before now?

It's true.

[Some people just didn't want to try and adapt. To accept the truth and change their views.

Tilting her head, Chise looked thoughtful as she let her hand fall back to her side.]

It's possible. I know I've spoken with and texted with several people over the network while I've been on the road these past couple of weeks that I've never interacted with before.

[ Annie nods, both because she acknowledges Chise's affirmation of her own beliefs truth, and because it makes enough sense that they all encounter people on network that they don't otherwise see. ]

It's a strange way of making contact. Not that phones are that surprising, really, but this disconnected way of meeting people... it's interesting. Strange, too. It's like the most odd letter-exchange system that involves no letters at all. I've been traveling almost non-stop, but it's always with this bizarre possibility of being connected to people I really don't know.

[ It's a roundabout way of starting to consider it addresses a core loneliness she's lived with for most her life. ]

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at sunset

<3 lmao im so lackluster i'm sorry

hush, you're fine ♥

you are too kind <3

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cue the opening bars of "This is Halloween"

did we just meet the PUMPKIN KING'S SON

Happy Nightmare before Christmas!

Making Christmas, Making Christmas, Fa La La

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