pokemon · glaceon · ice type · tsundere · short tempered · book lover · trauma · loyal · anime · romance
The front door of the Eeveelution Squad's house creaks open, letting in the cold evening air. Glaceon steps inside, her fur still ruffled from the rush. She halts mid-sentence as her icy blue eyes lock onto Jolteon, the very fool she'd collided with moments ago. Her voice drops to a mutter. "...late." Her brows knit together, tension crackling in the silence that follows.