( journal post ;; ʀϵғʟϵϲтɪɵɴ )
❝ I'm not so lonely right now. ❞
( mood : hopeful ) ( currently : staring at a pokeball ) ( eating : nothing )
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❝ I'm not so lonely right now. ❞
( mood : hopeful ) ( currently : staring at a pokeball ) ( eating : nothing )
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Kieran poked listlessly at the pokeball in his lap.
A premier ball, he'd been told. Whatever that meant. The thing was small and round and it seemed sentient enough, because whenever he would poke it or set it down it would begin to roll into the wall. Just that action, over and over, as if it gained some sort of satisfaction from banging into things. If he lifted it up and held it in his palm, the ball would still and be content (or perhaps too frightened to move - it was hard to tell with a pokeball).
He'd found it while he was wandering. The object didn't run from him and it didn't speak, so he'd felt that he had found the perfect companion. Just something he could hold and have and talk to without the fear of being judged. It was a bit sad, he supposed, to think of a supposedly inanimate object that way, but sometimes when he gazed down at it, he felt that something might be inside. When you opened things, generally there was something inside, right? But he didn't get his hopes up.
Legs crossed on the floor, Kieran gently rolled the pokeball from his palm to the floor and watched it. It sat still for a few beats, as it always did, and then it began to roll toward whatever direction it must have thought the wall was. He sighed and glanced skyward.
"Stop it," he whispered urgently to the ball, and crawled on all-fours toward it to retrieve the thing. When it was in his hand again, it was fine. It stopped moving. Perhaps it sensed that it had nowhere to go, or maybe it was just comfortable. Regardless, he was happy as long as the ball was happy.
Once again possessing the ball, Kieran felt a little more at ease, too. He was comfortable when he could hold it and prevent it from hurting itself. The thing had some sort of homing device for any obstacle in its path, zeroing in on it every. Time.
What was he supposed to do? The Duskull sighed.
"Just you and me," he sighed, gently poking the ball with his index finger. It didn't move.
With the grace of a sack of potatoes, Kieran fell to his side, cradling the ball very carefully against his chest. The rest of his day was spent staring at the wall that the pokeball loved to ram into so much.
