Achromatic posted...
Murphiroth winced as he walked through the doorway. He had just been in the battle of his life and it showed. He panted heavily, his breaths were shallow and sickly sounding, and sweat had soaked through his t-shirt. His mother tried to help him to the bed but he waved her off, he didn’t want to look as weak as he felt. Not in front of her. She had taken care of him when he couldn’t take care of himself. That wasn’t required any longer. He was a man now. He put away his DS, tired from the Pokemon battle.
Hahahaha, awesome. Thanks, lol.
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Gamertag-Murphiroth
Pokemon Black-1978-9490-1161