http://honor-first.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] honor-first.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_1065 2010-06-26 08:32 pm (UTC)

THIS IS ART-WORTHY. IT JUST IS.

Now vaguely aware of where he was, Zack made a strained, quizzical sound when the side of his face hit the sand.

"... Why're we at the beach?" Shaking a bit of sand from his hair woozily, Angela was practically screaming in frustration and tried once more to snap her trainer out of it by smacking a wave of sand on his back (which hurt the puncture wound on his back like hell, by the way) and shouting her name over and over again into his ear.


This, of course, was a mind-blowingly frightening experience for a SOLDIER who was trippin' on lingering Beedrill venom and he curled into a ball defensively, roaring out his pokemon's name in confusion.

Angela just couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

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