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It was cold... and Tyrin was hungry. Again. Honestly he should just be used to the constant gnawing in his guts, but here he was- still not used to it. He could turn to Emronde for something now that Tyrin had someone offering him, what the boy assumed, an invisible debt that grew with every request. Tyrin was both prideful and wary though, and he wasn’t about to go running to Emronde with every hunger pain. He had gone years on the street, and he could go years more! By pulling the same trick he usually did. Some scruffy blond was out doing whatever it was scruffy blonds do, which Tyrin had little care for. What did interest him was t

Keirik secured his hair into a messy bun before hiding it under a knitted cap, wrapping a warm scarf around his shoulders and, consequently, Jellbi, the squid like pokemon nuzzling down into his warm nest before making a pleased chirp. The older man chuckled at the sound, shouldering his bag before looking over the studio, free hand patting at pockets to ensure he had everything. “Y’ready, love?” He called to Cyrus, stretching on the balls of his booted feet before straightening. The job posting for the bulletin this week had been fairly straight forward, they’d needed to cut out and make Valentine cards at a nearby s

It was a quiet friday evening, Cyrus had just gotten home from work. As such he had sprawled himself across the loveseat with a glass of wine in hand, and a litleo’s nuzzling face in the other. He idly petted the pokemon, trying to hide the bemusement on his expression as the simple creature pressed his cold nose into the resident’s palm, licking and nipping before burying his face again. Elsewhere, a certain scientist had also just gotten home-- pager on one hip, his phone in the opposite pocket. Theo dropped his keys in their usual position only to hear them clatter to the floor seconds after he stepped around the corner. That

Keirik took his time getting ready for today's work, dressing in layers meant for laborious work in cold weather as his Inkay hung from a nearby lamp. The bulletin board had an interesting posting, just helping someone shovel out the daycare and surrounding area - the artist figured it was a good chance to get some shots of Cyrus in the snow since the doctor had committed them to some community work. The reward helped too. “Cy’, y’ready?” He asked, offering his left arm out to his Inkay. The pokemon wrapped its tendrils around the older man's covered forearm, making a pleasant noise at it hung there, along for the rid