/ On hiatus.

Are there species you particularly enjoy seeing?

He clearly doesn't have enough work to be occupying him, if this is how he spends his time.

That’s usually your job. Something really must be wrong.

@sagittarianexec.bsky.social

Feeling under the weather?

I concur. No longer is it our problem.

You did a perfectly adequate job, Will. As is expected of you.

No accolades necessary.

Hmm...

I will check.

The casual observer would identify them all as some shade of indigo. As proven by my selection of them as being 'close enough'.

If you disagree, feel free to disregard that particular paint chip. There are plenty more.

Do not listen to him.

. . .

You have my full permission.

This is why our League's color theming is more trouble than it's worth.

You wouldn't believe the pressure from the association to remain committed to the 'indigo' motif.

Attend the meeting, and you have my full permission to tell the chairman he can stuff it.

There won't be reason to drag you into the fray, I'm quite sure.

They have their peculiarities, yes. But I can fight my own battles, so you needn't worry about me.

How good of her. They do take a little adjusting.

#PKMNRP / #PTRP / #POKEMONRP

I. Well.

Erm, thank you. You are so... thoughtful.

This is your idea of payback, I see.

Even so, it’s no poor metric to work toward.

Let’s not have another of our amusing squabbles in front of your therian friend.

Do not.

I would like to avoid using Red’s mere existence as a bargaining chip. Don’t make me.

You are a stronger man than most.

You cannot judge me for not behaving like *that* on a public forum.

Professionalism is a dying virtue, I worry.

They worship you for years, and then the second they thrash you, it's a different story.

I'd imagine it must make you recontextualize certain things. Belated, but surely a welcome host of realizations.

(Ordinarily, he'd never allow a Rocket to get so close to him. This has to be a bad dream. For that reason, and that reason alone...

...He'll allow himself to sink against Proton's body, and reluctantly accept that the tongue in his mouth knows what it's doing. Too well, in fact.)

Would you look at that? A Spearow just crashed into my office window.