here u go anon
this is why my otp tag is what it is
Wow, it seemed like the more I battled Paul, the more fired up I got!
happy coldcoffeeversary to me
Let The Right One In
It was a dark, cold morning. The sky was thick with heavy black clouds that threatened to cry down upon the stone streets of Veilstone. The weather was more than enough to keep people sheltered in their houses, but not everyone was hiding from the imminent down-pour. A young man sat alone at the corner on one empty street, his back pressed up against the cold stone wall of the old Team Galactic building. He knew that few people came around this area anymore - not that they had even when the building was in use - which is exactly why he was here. Knowing this, you’d understand that he was surprised when he heard footsteps echoing down the way just as the cold, drizzling rain began to fall. He had thought, and hoped that he would have his solitude that evening.
Another young man came into view, marching along as if he had not a care in the world, like a parade of fucking sunshine, Paul mused. This would have been bad for him anyway, but the identity of said character made things all the more worse. If he’d known someone so veritably irritating was let loose on the streets, he would have rather stayed inside under Reggie’s brotherly, concerned watch. Because this guy was indeed the last guy on earth Paul wanted to see this afternoon.
This man was named Barry.