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Shiron's eyes snapped open, followed by a loud cough. His vision was still blurry from the last attack that got him... knocked out? Someone must have used a seed on him. "Urgh... what happened?" Despite being awake, he struggled to move, feeling sore all over. Still, he could still do...

"Don't think of me lashing out as how I am, too. Like I said, I'm working on it." Lance held Lee's paw, raising a brow. "I feel like I should mention, this is probably the second time I'm hungover... how do I cure this? My head feels like it'll explode any second."

"...Thank you. I can't believe I'm saying that, but you get the point." Lance rubbed off more tears and got up, panting. That entire conversation was way more exhausting than it had any rights to be, but it had a happy end. Now with a genuine smile, Lance yawned, spreading his arms around...

Lance didn't bother to answer anything, or more precisely, he couldn't. But he did accept the offer to cry all he needed. Keeping things to himself, bottling them up... he knew how bad it was to do that... He didn't hold back, tear after tear falling into the sand, while Lance roared out in...

Logging 4500 words for my next chapter. Took five hours to do this.

Lance shivered, His heart thumped, beating so quickly that he was out of breath. Almost like he was running, but he knew what that meant, something he was so used to: a panic attack. The problem was that this wasn't the time or place to have a breakdown. Even with trembling around his entire...

Why was this so difficult? Couldn't Lance just be happy, for once? He felt tears on his eyes, and rubbed them off right away. "Can't I have what I want? What I need?" Lance turned his back on Lee. "We have an arrangement already. Date until we have to return to our worlds. It's something we did...

"...It takes one to recognize the other, I suppose." Lance shrugged. How he wished things were different. That he didn't do all the terrible things, he wished to be... normal. Lance raised a brow, standing up and looking away. He clenched his fist, enough to draw blood. "I've... changed. This...

"I'll tell him when I'm ready..." Lance simply looked at the sky, wrapped in thoughts. Somehow, he felt calmer than he assumed he would be after talking with that Lycanroc. To that, he gave a faint smile. "I used to be very idealistic, trapped by my own sense of justice. I did... things I now...

"Well, nobody is perfect. And, considering I had people that didn't give up on me, even in my darkest days... is only natural that I do the same with him." Lance turned around to see Lee, a somber look in the Lucario's face as he talked. "I'm not breaking his heart, but there are things... I...

Lance blinked a couple times, taking in all that he just heard. Then, he walked around in circles for a bit, confused, and with a dumb grin on his face. Oh, he couldn't believe it! Maybe he was worth something, after all! "...A brave heart, huh? Somehow, I highly doubt that." The Lucario sat...

Lance backed away, still growling like before. And for a moment, he looked down, whining. That was short-lived, as he quickly raised his head. Not angry, not furious, just... stoic. Like he usually was. "I don't deny that. I don't deny that I'm weak, frail and sad. And if I still acted like I...

To be fair, Lance iwas trying to control his anger. And panic. And anxiety. And all the baggage he had in him. But something about Lee just... set him off. And that entire rant? He considered it the last straw. He shoved Lee away, and as he did so, the wolf could hear sounds reminescent of a...

Lance undid the sphere, or dodecahedron, crossing his arms again. "I don't care what—" Lance didn't reply or say anything to that at first, but instead, he blushed, ears perking up. "I told you, what we do is none of your business!" Well, Lance was a bit glad that Lee didn't dwell on that for...

"N-No, I haven't?" He shook off his head in denial. "You know what? It doesn't matter what you or him are. I've been there myself..." Lance snapped his finger, producing an Aura Sphere on his right paw. Although it appeared normal at first, the sphere quickly turned purple and changed into a...

Of course he would deny being a psycho. For a moment, his aura flared up, colored purple. But he soon calmed down, making the aura fade away into the air. Regardless, Lance shrugged that little comment off. He didn't need it. "Whatever. I'm happy with him and that's what matters." "I... fine...

Lance crossed his arms. Already angry at that, but honestly, too hungover to bother punching Lee, even if he wanted to. He decided to fight fire with fire. Or in this case, harsh words with harsh words. "Oh, please. Mind your own business, Lycanroc. What goes on between Kora and I stays with...

Lance's ears perked up as he looked at Lee. Ah, the one Kora came with during his travel. He looked away, rubbing his arm. That Lycanroc was probably the one Lance least wanted to talk to, but to be fair, he was trying to get better socially. "...Greetings. Yes, I'm Lance," he waved at Lee...

So beaches were common on many different worlds. Then again, it was too small to be called a beach, anyway. That didn't stop Lance from, as his brother would say, "brood" there. Or at the very least, do something to distract him from his hungover. Fuck, that wasn't something common. Lance sat...

Dungeon 32 - Where Evil Grows Rain clouds formed above the city of Bright Dawn. The wind howled and thunder struck, its noise reverberating in the air. Down on the ground, a few figures could be seen: an Arcanine, wearing a rain cape, specifically designed for his quadruped boy, alongside a...