Post by Fret! (≧∪≦)ﾉ 🎠 on Aug 23, 2023 5:45:03 GMT 11
 | • name marigold fournier • age 16 years old • gender male (transgender) • trainer type novice trainer • hometown goldenrod city, johto • goals he's really just out to have a fun time with his best friend, not a very ambitious kind of guy. • how did you find us? I was referred here by 🌪️《 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐 》 ! • application completed [ yes ] |     |
─── appearance
Standing at 5"6' on a good day, Marigold is a youth of average height. Although physically active enough to have put on a humble amount of toned muscle, the boy remains well on the lithe side and doesn't possess the appearance (nor the personality, for that matter) of a brawler. No prominent curves exist to his body save for what rounds out his hips. His hands are just shy of the larger side of average and a few scars and scuffs fail to take away from their gentle appearance. He can most often be observed gesturing wildly and has an affinity for painting his nails in a variety of colors.
Marigold's facial features are still soft for a boy his age, defined yet far from cutting. He tends to wear a smile, regardless of how stubborn circumstance forces him to be about keeping it on his lips. His eyes are large and expressive, speaking more sincerely of his feelings than his words find themselves able to, and framed by long, dark lashes. The color of his gaze is a distinct shade of periwinkle blue.
His hair is styled into an undercut, bearing a texture ranging from wavy to loosely curly where it's not trimmed down. His locks are thick in volume and have fully regained their natural mocha hue after having been dyed various colors in the past, now carrying only bleached highlights of golden blonde. Marigold is rather particular about the care routine that keeps his hair in pristine appearance, and his conditioner of choice leaves it smelling like strawberries.
His complexion is on the fair side, although it's also very quick to catch a tan under consistent exposure to sunlight. Light freckling dapples his cheeks just as it does the rest of his body. He carries no major visible scars, life and occasional bouts of clumsiness having only left minor marks. Both of Marigold's ears are pierced - four times on the right, three on left - and while he enjoys wearing an ever-changing arsenal of jewelry, a staying favorite has proven to be a pair of crossed golden arrows affixed to his left lobe.
A lifelong interest in fashion is apparent in the way Marigold dresses - even casual outfits of his look thoroughly coordinated. Armed with a touch of healthy vanity to his nature, Marigold doesn't bother hiding the fact that he quite enjoys capturing eyes wherever he goes. His style of dress varies but retains the elements of flashiness and bright color.
His affinity for cute accessories can also not be overstated, and it's incredibly rare to see Marigold without a choker strapped around his neck and a bracelet dangling off of his wrist.
Standing at 5"6' on a good day, Marigold is a youth of average height. Although physically active enough to have put on a humble amount of toned muscle, the boy remains well on the lithe side and doesn't possess the appearance (nor the personality, for that matter) of a brawler. No prominent curves exist to his body save for what rounds out his hips. His hands are just shy of the larger side of average and a few scars and scuffs fail to take away from their gentle appearance. He can most often be observed gesturing wildly and has an affinity for painting his nails in a variety of colors.
Marigold's facial features are still soft for a boy his age, defined yet far from cutting. He tends to wear a smile, regardless of how stubborn circumstance forces him to be about keeping it on his lips. His eyes are large and expressive, speaking more sincerely of his feelings than his words find themselves able to, and framed by long, dark lashes. The color of his gaze is a distinct shade of periwinkle blue.His hair is styled into an undercut, bearing a texture ranging from wavy to loosely curly where it's not trimmed down. His locks are thick in volume and have fully regained their natural mocha hue after having been dyed various colors in the past, now carrying only bleached highlights of golden blonde. Marigold is rather particular about the care routine that keeps his hair in pristine appearance, and his conditioner of choice leaves it smelling like strawberries.
His complexion is on the fair side, although it's also very quick to catch a tan under consistent exposure to sunlight. Light freckling dapples his cheeks just as it does the rest of his body. He carries no major visible scars, life and occasional bouts of clumsiness having only left minor marks. Both of Marigold's ears are pierced - four times on the right, three on left - and while he enjoys wearing an ever-changing arsenal of jewelry, a staying favorite has proven to be a pair of crossed golden arrows affixed to his left lobe.
A lifelong interest in fashion is apparent in the way Marigold dresses - even casual outfits of his look thoroughly coordinated. Armed with a touch of healthy vanity to his nature, Marigold doesn't bother hiding the fact that he quite enjoys capturing eyes wherever he goes. His style of dress varies but retains the elements of flashiness and bright color.
His affinity for cute accessories can also not be overstated, and it's incredibly rare to see Marigold without a choker strapped around his neck and a bracelet dangling off of his wrist.
─── personality
Marigold is, in many ways, so very earnest - and incredibly good at faking it in places where he can't bring himself to be.
The energy that Marigold carries, upon first impressions, is exceedingly vivacious and bright. He's remarkably easygoing and confident, upholding such a disposition even in the face of circumstances aiming to snuff it out, and exudes something of a contagious sense of enthusiasm in his animated manner of expressing himself. The life of the party, one could dub him.
He doesn't shy away from striking up a conversation and carries one with natural ease, regardless of the character fronted by the other half of the interaction. He's attentive and expressive of his investment in all that others choose to speak to him about, but hardly minces his own words either - he is, in fact, very loud and very talkative to the point of at times feeling compelled to overstay his welcome. This isn't to speak ill of his acute social awareness, however, and his only potential hindrance to smoothly navigating interactions with others may very well be his excitability.
Friendliness comes to Marigold as breathing underwater comes to a fish, and he's quick to extend compliments and pet names to those he establishes even a momentary connection with. His innate drive is to uplift and entertain, and his sense of humor is apparent in a multitude of ways - many of them very silly. He's a frequent cultivator of puns and assorted wordplay and a connoisseur of pop culture references, and while he's decently satisfied with just amusing himself, the spark in his eyes whenever he earns even a chuckle from another betrays the value he places in the approval of others.
Marigold is an inquisitive and curious soul, and is always on the lookout for things in his environment that capture his attention. As focused as he wishes he could be on any given task, the truth remains that a new form of sensory input often proves itself to be an irresisitible siren song. It's often abduntantly clear that both his actions as well as his mouth work at a speed greater than his brain, and try as Marigold might to steer clear of appearing inconsiderate or careless, his personality is inherently just as impulsive as it is adventurous.
A multitude of factors regarding Marigold's character may come together to create an image of someone lacking particularly sharp intellect. As his grades would readily give away, the boy has always put priority towards his vibrant social life and various pursuits both fun and creative in nature rather than academics, leaving him to come up short in terms of booksmarts. Whether he's getting lost in the literal sense or in a particularly complicated string of words, or perhaps failing an attempt at simple math, he's rather easy to assume as something of an airhead. Barring his at times spastic mannerisms and lacking working memory, however, Marigold is surprisingly sharp and excels at incredibly niche trivia as well as puzzle solving. Most of his intellectual prowess lies in the realm of social prowess and intuition.
One would be hard-pressed to find something that breaks Marigold's spirit - he's hard to irritate and downright impossible to anger, and meets most hardship with a smile. Such an attitude is, however, achieved only through well-practiced emotional repression and serves as a valuable survival mechanism. Much has troubld him throughout his life, yet all that begs to burn at the back of his mind is tightly locked away out of fear of lookin inwards and inspecting such aspects of himself. Downright refusal to engage with his own negative emotions has left Marigold unable to identify them in the first place, rendering them something of a dreadful presence in his mind.
Unable to imagine a world in which his vulnerability doesn't repulse others as it does hmself, Marigold pushes himself to always match the meticulously manufactured image he's deemed to be palatable to others. Behind his upbeat demeanor hides a chronic people pleaser with a drive to placate whenever he can. The presence of unease or scorn, whether real or perceived, is quick to strike him with anxiety and one doesn't need to directly express anger and disappointment for him to pick up on such emotions - and, often times, assumer personal responsibility. He dreads to inspire ire in others, and has therefore learned to map out just what others want to hear in any given situation. He utilizes this knowledge to retain peace, at the cost of the sincerity of his own true sentiments.
Beneath the mask of pure sunshine Marigold is a highly sensitive teenager much more keen on the intentions of others than he lets on. He's perpetually caught in a delicate dance to remain somewhere in the sweet spot between being genuinely enthused about all that he experiences and not feeling so openly as to allow others the opportunity to recoil nor wound.
personable silly energetic reticent impulsive
Marigold is, in many ways, so very earnest - and incredibly good at faking it in places where he can't bring himself to be.
The energy that Marigold carries, upon first impressions, is exceedingly vivacious and bright. He's remarkably easygoing and confident, upholding such a disposition even in the face of circumstances aiming to snuff it out, and exudes something of a contagious sense of enthusiasm in his animated manner of expressing himself. The life of the party, one could dub him.
He doesn't shy away from striking up a conversation and carries one with natural ease, regardless of the character fronted by the other half of the interaction. He's attentive and expressive of his investment in all that others choose to speak to him about, but hardly minces his own words either - he is, in fact, very loud and very talkative to the point of at times feeling compelled to overstay his welcome. This isn't to speak ill of his acute social awareness, however, and his only potential hindrance to smoothly navigating interactions with others may very well be his excitability.
Friendliness comes to Marigold as breathing underwater comes to a fish, and he's quick to extend compliments and pet names to those he establishes even a momentary connection with. His innate drive is to uplift and entertain, and his sense of humor is apparent in a multitude of ways - many of them very silly. He's a frequent cultivator of puns and assorted wordplay and a connoisseur of pop culture references, and while he's decently satisfied with just amusing himself, the spark in his eyes whenever he earns even a chuckle from another betrays the value he places in the approval of others.
Marigold is an inquisitive and curious soul, and is always on the lookout for things in his environment that capture his attention. As focused as he wishes he could be on any given task, the truth remains that a new form of sensory input often proves itself to be an irresisitible siren song. It's often abduntantly clear that both his actions as well as his mouth work at a speed greater than his brain, and try as Marigold might to steer clear of appearing inconsiderate or careless, his personality is inherently just as impulsive as it is adventurous.
A multitude of factors regarding Marigold's character may come together to create an image of someone lacking particularly sharp intellect. As his grades would readily give away, the boy has always put priority towards his vibrant social life and various pursuits both fun and creative in nature rather than academics, leaving him to come up short in terms of booksmarts. Whether he's getting lost in the literal sense or in a particularly complicated string of words, or perhaps failing an attempt at simple math, he's rather easy to assume as something of an airhead. Barring his at times spastic mannerisms and lacking working memory, however, Marigold is surprisingly sharp and excels at incredibly niche trivia as well as puzzle solving. Most of his intellectual prowess lies in the realm of social prowess and intuition.
One would be hard-pressed to find something that breaks Marigold's spirit - he's hard to irritate and downright impossible to anger, and meets most hardship with a smile. Such an attitude is, however, achieved only through well-practiced emotional repression and serves as a valuable survival mechanism. Much has troubld him throughout his life, yet all that begs to burn at the back of his mind is tightly locked away out of fear of lookin inwards and inspecting such aspects of himself. Downright refusal to engage with his own negative emotions has left Marigold unable to identify them in the first place, rendering them something of a dreadful presence in his mind.
Unable to imagine a world in which his vulnerability doesn't repulse others as it does hmself, Marigold pushes himself to always match the meticulously manufactured image he's deemed to be palatable to others. Behind his upbeat demeanor hides a chronic people pleaser with a drive to placate whenever he can. The presence of unease or scorn, whether real or perceived, is quick to strike him with anxiety and one doesn't need to directly express anger and disappointment for him to pick up on such emotions - and, often times, assumer personal responsibility. He dreads to inspire ire in others, and has therefore learned to map out just what others want to hear in any given situation. He utilizes this knowledge to retain peace, at the cost of the sincerity of his own true sentiments.
Beneath the mask of pure sunshine Marigold is a highly sensitive teenager much more keen on the intentions of others than he lets on. He's perpetually caught in a delicate dance to remain somewhere in the sweet spot between being genuinely enthused about all that he experiences and not feeling so openly as to allow others the opportunity to recoil nor wound.
─── history
(cw; strongly implied familial abuse, passing mention of substance use)
Marigold came into the world under the care of only his mother and with the rhythm of his home city in his veins. Never still and never silent from the day he was born, he was certainly a handful only a parent armed with endless patience and emotional stability could take on - and fortunately, such descriptors were very apt for his mother.
By Marigold's 5th birthday, a second woman had made herself a continuing presence in the family home. Equally as put together and warm-hearted, yet louder and worlds more stern, she'd provided the single mother a sense of balance previously not recognized as missing - it was no surprise when the pair exchanged wedding vows not long after. Although a disposition so much sharper than that of his birth mother proved to be something for a young child to gradually get adjusted to, Marigold grew to adore his stepmother just the same.
Along with her had come another presence, quiet and almost foreboding, in the form of her own son from a previous marriage. A generous three years older than Marigold, an immediate fascination towards his newly introduced step-sibling was displayed by the older boy, although in ways only sometimes favorable. Between perhaps feigned yet nevertheless ordinary interactions between the pair, small curiosities would be satisfied through subtle acts such as pinches and pokes that'd quickly send the younger of the two into the protective embrace of his mothers.
When Marigold reluctantly approached his parents with an inquiry as to if they'd still love him if he wished to be referred to as a boy, he was met with nothing short of upmost support. Barely into his preteens at the time, the unquestioning acceptance offered by those he treasured the most encouraged the boy to pursue an identity that allowed him to feel more at ease in his own skin.
While the relationship between Marigold and his brother never harbored enough mutual trust and respect to grow past lukewarm tolerance, he'll never forget the contempt in the older boy's eyes that rose alongside his understanding of the same news that their parents had received with such warmth.
School provided little solace from the sudden tension sitting across the dinner table, strictly scheduled activities of little intrigue having clashed with the whims of an ever-restless child from day one. Although never openly malicious towards his classmates, perhaps it was the apparent way in which others seemed to sense an underlying flavor of otherness off of the boy that rendered him an easy target to pick on. He was no fighter, tears reaching him much faster than anger, and whether it was loitering somewhere along the edges of the schoolyard while class was in session or loudly sobbing in a janitor's closet that landed him at the councelor's office, he resented every single such occasion.
As much time as his parents had devoted to lecturing Marigold about how doing his homework would at least begin to help his failing grades, they understood the turmoil that attending school was putting their youngest through.
A new school presented with it a much awaited blank slate.
Far enough along his transition, Marigold made the decision to present himself as nothing more than an ordinary boy. Well, ordinary would've been a downplaying descriptor to use for himself - without the jagged edges of his past identity grating at his heart from the mouths of previous classmates, a new sense of confidence wasn't too difficult to find footing in.
Reaching his mid-teens had treated Marigold well, yet the physicality of feeling like something quite pleasant on the eyes was only part of what allowed the boy to easily integrate into his new environment. Something about him had certainly grown... different. And he was thankful to not have brought with him any point of comparison for his new peers to utilize.
He spoke highly of his home life, much of him exuded an air befitting of a son loved by a pair of parents with high-paying jobs. Confident, secure, upbeat. He had a brother that he, according to his own words, "didn't get along with" and no more needed to be known by a single soul - the bruises littering his body that would've told a deeper story were carefully hidden, and unwillingness to return home at the end of the day was only expected from a soul perpetually in pursuit of adventure.
In stark contrast to the status of an outcast he'd somehow found himself in during his time in the previous school, Marigold now mingled with every social group with ease that at first surprised even himself. Inclusivity and lack of prejudice seemed to come to him just as naturally as conversation topics and jokes, allowing him to befriend much of the school's student population... and doing his best to not make the emotional arm's length at which he felt the need to keep these new acquaintances apparent - it'd make people feel weird, right?
Although the social landscape of the new school was his oyster, no improvement came upon Marigold's academic prowess - perhaps due to his own utter lack of interest. Studying was just as dull to the boy as it'd always been, his attention was near impossible to keep during class, and attendance itself was considered optional as his whims dictated. Marigold didn't mind the plateauing of his already less than glowing grades nearly as much as his parents did, instead choosing to fill his time with more intriguing endeavors such as shopping, assorted creative hobbies, and a newfound curiosity regarding the use of illicit substances.
It was nothing new for Marigold to be either a blessing or a nightmare to anyone of more introverted disposition, keen on including even those who kept to themselves in his ever growing social circle. What came of the connection he casually established with Gentian Seba was, however, something new.
Beyond a general air of perpetual reluctance, Gentian seemed to carry a nature of steadfast sincerity and expressed himself in ways that lacked fluff and flourish. Very blunt and down-to-earth, was how Marigold found himself describing this new friend of his - his polar opposite. Maybe it was the stark contrast of their respective temperaments that intrigued the school's resident social butterfly so much.
Whether this immediate curiosity towards one another was mutual or not, Marigold wasn't sure - maybe the quieter boy was enjoying the break from getting picked on that having befriended someone higher up on an arbitrary social ladder had granted him more than he actually enjoyed listening to Marigold's incessant chatter. Marigold didn't mind, though. He was hardly one to complain, and continued to seek out Gentian's company.
Although he didn't reflect on the development of their bond much at the time - introspection was never one of Marigold's strong suits - by the time the pair began leaving school together the nature of their friendship had long since became much less vague. Marigold gleefully assisted gentian in coordinating outfits and picking out accessories at the local shopping malls, and called the other boy's mother by her first name upon showing up at their house. If there was ever a sense of utility involved in their time together, it no longer was - they'd come to form a very genuine friendship.
As Marigold's academic success continued to drag through the mud and talks of grade retention reached his parents, the pressure of having to put effort towards his studies began deteriorating the boy's motivation to attend school at all. Skipping a day or two here and there to chase some momentary whim was anything but unusual for him, yet his growing absence at school was becoming hard to ignore - particularly to Gentian.
Marigold spent his days at cafes and fast food restaurants, cozied up in a booth long after finishing whatever he'd ordered out of courtesy and avoiding returning home almost as much as he avoided school. Between all that he refused to talk about and pretended to not care about, his limited capacity for coping with stress was beginning to take its toll.
All the way from the most outlandish options to the classic solution of simply running away, he began to look for a way out.
The extent of his sudden withdrawal having spanned a whole week came as a surprise to Marigold when he was met with utter surprise at his best friend's door. Gentian was, however, the first who should know about the conclusion Marigold had come to - largely because it was also a direct proposition.
Although he couldn't quite bring himself to explore the intricacies of what'd created his need for a change of scenery, let alone explain them out loud, Marigold wore his usual enthusiasm while presenting the idea of dropping out of school in favor of pursuing what to many people their age was a dream career - becoming a pokemon trainer.
It was never too late to shift one's aspirations, and what was a little roadtrip between friends, right? Long term plans were overrated when winging it was a valid option anyway.
(cw; strongly implied familial abuse, passing mention of substance use)
Marigold came into the world under the care of only his mother and with the rhythm of his home city in his veins. Never still and never silent from the day he was born, he was certainly a handful only a parent armed with endless patience and emotional stability could take on - and fortunately, such descriptors were very apt for his mother.
By Marigold's 5th birthday, a second woman had made herself a continuing presence in the family home. Equally as put together and warm-hearted, yet louder and worlds more stern, she'd provided the single mother a sense of balance previously not recognized as missing - it was no surprise when the pair exchanged wedding vows not long after. Although a disposition so much sharper than that of his birth mother proved to be something for a young child to gradually get adjusted to, Marigold grew to adore his stepmother just the same.
Along with her had come another presence, quiet and almost foreboding, in the form of her own son from a previous marriage. A generous three years older than Marigold, an immediate fascination towards his newly introduced step-sibling was displayed by the older boy, although in ways only sometimes favorable. Between perhaps feigned yet nevertheless ordinary interactions between the pair, small curiosities would be satisfied through subtle acts such as pinches and pokes that'd quickly send the younger of the two into the protective embrace of his mothers.
• • •
When Marigold reluctantly approached his parents with an inquiry as to if they'd still love him if he wished to be referred to as a boy, he was met with nothing short of upmost support. Barely into his preteens at the time, the unquestioning acceptance offered by those he treasured the most encouraged the boy to pursue an identity that allowed him to feel more at ease in his own skin.
While the relationship between Marigold and his brother never harbored enough mutual trust and respect to grow past lukewarm tolerance, he'll never forget the contempt in the older boy's eyes that rose alongside his understanding of the same news that their parents had received with such warmth.
School provided little solace from the sudden tension sitting across the dinner table, strictly scheduled activities of little intrigue having clashed with the whims of an ever-restless child from day one. Although never openly malicious towards his classmates, perhaps it was the apparent way in which others seemed to sense an underlying flavor of otherness off of the boy that rendered him an easy target to pick on. He was no fighter, tears reaching him much faster than anger, and whether it was loitering somewhere along the edges of the schoolyard while class was in session or loudly sobbing in a janitor's closet that landed him at the councelor's office, he resented every single such occasion.
As much time as his parents had devoted to lecturing Marigold about how doing his homework would at least begin to help his failing grades, they understood the turmoil that attending school was putting their youngest through.
• • •
A new school presented with it a much awaited blank slate.
Far enough along his transition, Marigold made the decision to present himself as nothing more than an ordinary boy. Well, ordinary would've been a downplaying descriptor to use for himself - without the jagged edges of his past identity grating at his heart from the mouths of previous classmates, a new sense of confidence wasn't too difficult to find footing in.
Reaching his mid-teens had treated Marigold well, yet the physicality of feeling like something quite pleasant on the eyes was only part of what allowed the boy to easily integrate into his new environment. Something about him had certainly grown... different. And he was thankful to not have brought with him any point of comparison for his new peers to utilize.
He spoke highly of his home life, much of him exuded an air befitting of a son loved by a pair of parents with high-paying jobs. Confident, secure, upbeat. He had a brother that he, according to his own words, "didn't get along with" and no more needed to be known by a single soul - the bruises littering his body that would've told a deeper story were carefully hidden, and unwillingness to return home at the end of the day was only expected from a soul perpetually in pursuit of adventure.
In stark contrast to the status of an outcast he'd somehow found himself in during his time in the previous school, Marigold now mingled with every social group with ease that at first surprised even himself. Inclusivity and lack of prejudice seemed to come to him just as naturally as conversation topics and jokes, allowing him to befriend much of the school's student population... and doing his best to not make the emotional arm's length at which he felt the need to keep these new acquaintances apparent - it'd make people feel weird, right?
Although the social landscape of the new school was his oyster, no improvement came upon Marigold's academic prowess - perhaps due to his own utter lack of interest. Studying was just as dull to the boy as it'd always been, his attention was near impossible to keep during class, and attendance itself was considered optional as his whims dictated. Marigold didn't mind the plateauing of his already less than glowing grades nearly as much as his parents did, instead choosing to fill his time with more intriguing endeavors such as shopping, assorted creative hobbies, and a newfound curiosity regarding the use of illicit substances.
• • •
It was nothing new for Marigold to be either a blessing or a nightmare to anyone of more introverted disposition, keen on including even those who kept to themselves in his ever growing social circle. What came of the connection he casually established with Gentian Seba was, however, something new.
Beyond a general air of perpetual reluctance, Gentian seemed to carry a nature of steadfast sincerity and expressed himself in ways that lacked fluff and flourish. Very blunt and down-to-earth, was how Marigold found himself describing this new friend of his - his polar opposite. Maybe it was the stark contrast of their respective temperaments that intrigued the school's resident social butterfly so much.
Whether this immediate curiosity towards one another was mutual or not, Marigold wasn't sure - maybe the quieter boy was enjoying the break from getting picked on that having befriended someone higher up on an arbitrary social ladder had granted him more than he actually enjoyed listening to Marigold's incessant chatter. Marigold didn't mind, though. He was hardly one to complain, and continued to seek out Gentian's company.
Although he didn't reflect on the development of their bond much at the time - introspection was never one of Marigold's strong suits - by the time the pair began leaving school together the nature of their friendship had long since became much less vague. Marigold gleefully assisted gentian in coordinating outfits and picking out accessories at the local shopping malls, and called the other boy's mother by her first name upon showing up at their house. If there was ever a sense of utility involved in their time together, it no longer was - they'd come to form a very genuine friendship.
• • •
As Marigold's academic success continued to drag through the mud and talks of grade retention reached his parents, the pressure of having to put effort towards his studies began deteriorating the boy's motivation to attend school at all. Skipping a day or two here and there to chase some momentary whim was anything but unusual for him, yet his growing absence at school was becoming hard to ignore - particularly to Gentian.
Marigold spent his days at cafes and fast food restaurants, cozied up in a booth long after finishing whatever he'd ordered out of courtesy and avoiding returning home almost as much as he avoided school. Between all that he refused to talk about and pretended to not care about, his limited capacity for coping with stress was beginning to take its toll.
All the way from the most outlandish options to the classic solution of simply running away, he began to look for a way out.
• • •
The extent of his sudden withdrawal having spanned a whole week came as a surprise to Marigold when he was met with utter surprise at his best friend's door. Gentian was, however, the first who should know about the conclusion Marigold had come to - largely because it was also a direct proposition.
Although he couldn't quite bring himself to explore the intricacies of what'd created his need for a change of scenery, let alone explain them out loud, Marigold wore his usual enthusiasm while presenting the idea of dropping out of school in favor of pursuing what to many people their age was a dream career - becoming a pokemon trainer.
It was never too late to shift one's aspirations, and what was a little roadtrip between friends, right? Long term plans were overrated when winging it was a valid option anyway.
