[Wait, what was that? Shit, he was concentrating too hard, he missed it. Okay, well, whatever.]
Gallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade. Gallade, lade, lalaaade.
[No matter what he tries to say, only the syllables of his species come out. He sighs. This, actually, is the only downside of being Wart. That and being a lot shorter.
He's calm again, but that stabbing pain (haha) sure lowered his mood a lot. He tries to hold onto the memory of the music, and night trickles through to Karkat, nights he was eleven years old pressing padded headphones against his ears with nothing but this song in them, telling himself it'd be okay, someone loved him (would love him, someday, if he made it) like that, like he was worth something just for existing.]
Man, this Pokétalk thing is really crimping my style.
action + psychic I/O
Gallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade. Gallade, lade, lalaaade.
[No matter what he tries to say, only the syllables of his species come out. He sighs. This, actually, is the only downside of being Wart. That and being a lot shorter.
He's calm again, but that stabbing pain (haha) sure lowered his mood a lot. He tries to hold onto the memory of the music, and night trickles through to Karkat, nights he was eleven years old pressing padded headphones against his ears with nothing but this song in them, telling himself it'd be okay, someone loved him (would love him, someday, if he made it) like that, like he was worth something just for existing.]
Man, this Pokétalk thing is really crimping my style.