as he enjoys hers. perhaps that may be correct, just viewing her differently enough to go soft for her. he just hopes this line of thinking doesn’t backfire.

that he will. even if the gods themselves turn on him, he knows he can rely on her. he is feeling rather tired, some rest could do him good, if she’d have his company, that is.

stretching . . . alright, it’s time to cause some chaos. who should he terrorise today ?

Pokédex Entry:”Its skull withstands impacts of any magnitude. As a result, its brain never gets the chance to grow.” 🪨PKMN/ MVPR 🪨fights without reason or purpose 🪨has a big ego

looking left, then right. it’s time . . . he’s going to enjoy some alone time !

he doesn’t have anything to use nor will he be using it.

what’s going to be raw ? his hand ? what is she playing at ?

“ hmph. it’s good to know where you stand on the matter. Arceus didn’t release me, I escaped. nobody has cared enough to put me back in. ”

he’s the motherfucking god of destruction. everything he does hurts.

he doesn’t need to get anything checked out. why is she even trying to help him ?

someone suck him off and make it snappy. he’s getting too pent up. he’ll start to go feral if someone doesn’t.

well, he doesn’t need any help. he’ll be fine on his own.

what’s another one to the pile ? he’s done trying to understand mortals.

he’s locking himself back into the distortion world for the night. no more mortal bullshit to deal with.

why ? why is she still trying to be cordial with him ?

that was a nice slumber. guess he better go do his job.

taking the full force of her headbutt, he took a step back before vanishing instantly. “ i’ve taken naps longer than your age ! ” from behind, an apparition of him appeared to feint her out, before appearing in front to land a heavy blow to her stomach. “ SHADOW FORCE ! ”

locks the door to the distortion world. he’s going to relax at home today. he deserves it.

achoo !

streeeeetch ! . . . where is he ? when is he ? how many years has he been in slumber ?