The Bucking Broncos

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[clairelutra]

@siderealsandman requested “kiss on the eyelids”

Marinette fully planned to blame the atmosphere.

It was a beautiful ballroom. It was a beautiful night. She’d say he was a beautiful boy, but that was hedging a little too close to the edge of plausible deniability.

Chat ducked down, smiling softly as he cupped her cheek.

“Thank you for the dance, princess.”

She shut her eyes, feeling his breath wash over her face, and then a gentle kiss fall first on one eyelid, then the other.

It was the atmosphere that made her heart skip, the atmosphere that made him think to do it in the first place, and the atmosphere that would let her forget it on the morning.

It would.

“Stay safe,” she requested on a sigh, and by the time she opened her eyes, he was gone.

And it was the atmosphere that made her linger, trailing her fingers over the balcony railing, the atmosphere that pushed the air out of her lungs on a sigh that sounded just this side of lovesick.

“Aww, that’s so romantic!”

And just like that the atmosphere was shattered.

“It was absolutely not!” Marinette yelped, leaping back from the railing like it had burned her.

Oh god, had she been swooning?

Tikki floated out of her purse with a giggle. “Oh, I don’t know… A hero dancing with a beautiful lady long into the night, unaware that she is the partner he’s in love with, and leaving her with a kiss while she begs him to stay safe? That sounds pretty romantic to me.”

“I didn’t beg,” Marinette hissed, feeling mortified heat crawl up the back of her neck, curl in the pit of her stomach.

“But you danced,” Tikki pointed out, horribly smug.

Marinette dropped her face into her hands. “But I danced.”

It was the atmosphere, she told herself firmly.

But only herself. She knew the look Tikki would give her if she said it aloud, and she didn’t feel much like doubting herself tonight.

Turning, she went to find Adrien somewhere in the mess of opulence crowding the ballroom.

The less she thought about this, the better.

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

“Tanabata!” Sabine grinned, “One of the larger Hoennese festivals.” She glanced skyward as she tried to dredge up the history from her memory, “It celebrates the meeting of the deities Orihime and Hikoboshi. According to legend, the Milky Way separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the lunisolar calendar.”

Finishing off the last of her frankenfurter, Sabine jumped from the crate and lobbed her cardboard hotdog holder the short distance into the garbage. She spun around and held her hands out with a suggestive smile, “So it’s a celebration of love!” Closing her eyes and wagging her finger she added, “Coincidence, I swear.”

Her little charade paused as she looked at Jonas who seemed to be struggling with a very hot meal. “Are you alright?” Sabine asked with a small chuckle, raising on her toes to peer at his hotdog. She glanced up to him with a smirk, “A little overzealous, aren’t we?”

“Ah right...that was going to be my second guess,” Jonas said, half lying as he had a foggy idea of what Tanataba was...just not when apparently or what Gyarados on sticks had to do with anything.  

Maybe they were an ancient symbol of love?

“Entirely coincidental, I’m sure,” Jonas said, opening his mouth like a boa constrictor to take a bite out of his hotdog which was fast turning out to be too much hot and too much dog for him to handle. Last time he went for the gusto when out on the town. 

“Just a tad,” Jonas said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and lobbing the last quarter of his hotdog in the trashcan with a burp muffled by the back of his hand. “Any other joints you’d like to hit up or would you like to go check out more of the festival?”

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

Sabine stared at Jonas blankly as he rattled off all the different types of hot dogs. The only word she recognised was ‘frankfurter’ which she remembered seeing in the sausage section of Kalosian grocers.

“Uh,” she blinked, looking back up to the cart owner and in her best Unovan accent, “Frankfurter please.” She bumped into Jonas fondly, “Thanks.”

A few moments later the hot dogs arrived and the cart owner pointed out the condiments section. Sabine watched whatever Jonas did to his hot dog and did the same to hers. She glanced around, seeing a few empty milk crates stacked beside the stone banister that overlooked the beach. 

“Here,” Sabine gestured, carefully holding onto the cardboard her hotdog was presented in, “If you want to watch the parade.”

The girl carefully stepped up onto one of the crates, still having to get on her toes to get a good look over the crowd at the passing paper Gyarados held up by a dozen people with poles, floats and musicians who marched and played their instruments at the same time.

Halfway through her dog, Sabine squeezed her lips thoughtfully before glancing up to Jonas, “Sorry again.. for scaring you earlier. I didn’t actually think you’d–” She found herself at a loss for how to finish the sentence. She thought about the moment he jumped up, seat crashing to the floor and she hunched to snort a giggle, “Nice to know I could count on you in the future if I ever were to choke on poisonous fish.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jonas said as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and passed the cart owner a twenty as he passed back their dogs. The one Jonas ordered apparently came with half a pound of chilli and what he supposed was a whole fried onion. He blinked at the monstrosity for a moment, wishing he had Jason here to take at least half of it before sighing and taking a bite as Sabine stepped up onto the crate beside him.

“Some kinda festival or somethin’?” Jonas asked, glancing out over the parade of instruments and people passing as he struggled to bite into the massive, messy hotdog he had unwittingly purchased in a fit of adventurous culinary exploration. He wasn’t one for local festivals beyond the ones in Verdanturf and if pressed, he doubted he could name any of the current or even the most popular festivals in Hoennese culture.

“Hey like I said, don’t worry about it,” Jonas said, wiping his mouth with a stray napkin from the cart. “Told you it was alright…so long as you can resuscitate me if this footlong heartburn aid kills me somehow.”

He had overjudged his ability to handle the greasiest of Unovan tourist food; clearly he was out of practice.

“Seriously though, did I miss a holiday or somethin’?”

[burntpercy]

dark!Jason headcanons?

oh yes I think about dark!Jason all the time

•dark!Jason putting a rubber snake in someone’s bed

•dark!Jason putting one ice cube in someone’s drink instead of two

•dark!Jason purposely giving someone diet pop instead of regular

•dark!Jason switching the salt and pepper labels

•dark!Jason putting one of those fake crack stickers on all of the windows

•dark!Jason purposely going over his shower time by 30 seconds

•dark!Jason using a Clorox wipe on the windows instead of Windex wipes

•dark!Jason switching the dark blue and black marker caps

•dark!Jason taking an extra brownie from the dessert table when he was only supposed to take one

•dark!Jason baking cookies with one teaspoon of sugar instead of a tablespoon

•dark!Jason carrying around the cookies he baked just so he can say “come to the dark side, we have cookies” and then cackling to himself as they eat the cookies with one teaspoon of sugar instead of a tablespoon

conclusion: there is no dark!Jason.

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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Sabine opened her mouth to protest and paused before wincing in defeat, “Touche. Apparently the one time in my life I give a believable performance in acting is when I’m pretending to die.”

Though I suppose I have enough experience in almost dying by now.

Jonas’ words brought a calm smile to her lips as she gave his arms a few fond squeezes. His stomach growled unhappily and Sabine let him go with the realization that he’s barely had a chance to eat, “Ah!”

Sabine took the stairs at a quicker pace and they wound down to the bottom of the hill within five minutes. She directed them towards the street overlooking the beach, where lifeguards were calling for the last of the swimmers to head back to shore. The street was alight with food stalls and a parade which was causing crowds.

Looking back, Sabine grasped Jonas’ wrist before squeezing through the crowds to the hot dog stand, “I don’t want to lose you,” she threw over her shoulder.

Reaching the hot dog stall, Sabine let out a small sigh. “I think I overestimated how busy it would be down here,” she projected over the sound of the nearby procession.

“What can I get ya?” the stall owner asked in a thick Unovan accent, leaning over the raised counter to look down at them.

“Uh, two?” Sabine ordered, holding up two fingers.

“Two what?”

Sabine furrowed her brow, glancing from the messily written menu on the side of the stall to Jonas, “There’s more than one kind?”

Jason would have been ecstatic to be able to have a genuine conversation with someone in his native tongue that wasn’t him or Vixen. Jonas entertained the idea of coming back with him but it looked like a lot of fuss for a couple of hot dogs...unless these were world class hot dogs. 

Jonas held tight to Sabine’s wrist as they approached the stand, Jonas’ eyes scanning the menus of various variations on homegrown hotdogs. 

“Well lessee here we got your basic hot dogs, a chilli dog, the frankfurter, pretzel dogs, corn dogs, Fenway Franks, Coney Dogs, and somethin; called the Hoennese Hoagie.”

Jonas hadn’t the foggiest idea what that was but the fried onions and greens on top looked promising. 

“Depends on how adventurous you’re feelin,” Jonas shrugged before looking up at the cart owner. “I’ll have the Hoennese Hoagie and my friend here will have...uh...get whatever you want I’m buyin’.”

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

Sabine blew a short laugh through her nose before closing her eyes and bowing her head. What would that girl have said to her? She honestly couldn’t even begin to speculate. She had grown into such a different person since those days. The younger her would not be able to understand the wonderful things she would be able to experience in Kalos. Friends, education, the beginnings of a purpose. There were a lot of not so fantastic things as well, of course.

Opening her eyes, Sabine stared into nothing particular towards the horizon. She wondered how her younger self would have reacted about the passing of their mother…

The Lilycove resident shook herself out of the daze, turning around a putting on a grin for Jonas. She roughly grasped his upper arms and begun to gently shake him, “She probably would have said, ‘Don’t leave! Don’t leave! Promise me you wont leave!!’”

Sabine stopped shaking Jonas but kept her hands on his arms as she looked up to him with a hint of hopelessness. Being able to hold him offered her a therapeutic comfort she wouldn’t dare admit. “I was quite dramatic back then..”

“Was?” Jonas snorted, hands reaching up to cup her elbows as she held onto him and shook him. “You just got done fakin’ a chokin’ attack back at that sushi restaurant and apparently it was so convincin’ the nurse believed it.”

He looked out over the sea, glancing back at Sabine with a small shrug.

“I think she’d be happy to know she eventually ended up back where she started,” Jonas said. “If only geographically. I’m sure you could tell her about all the cool things she’s gonna do and the people she’s gonna meet in Kalos…”

Maybe about the people she met in Hoenn too?

“I’m sure she could also direct us to the nearest hot dog stand,” Jonas added with a small laugh as his stomach grumbled.

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

Sabine let out a small sigh, pressing a palm to her chest, “For a second there I thought I’d be getting hot dogs alone.”

An indignant bark nearly caused her to jump out of her skin and she swung her head around to see a Houndoom and Mightyena growling at each other while their Trainers chatted animatedly about rising movie ticket prices.

“This way,” she directed, taking them down a steep set of stairs that wound down a hillside towards the beach. With a chuckle, she added, “It’s quicker and much easier on the way down than coming back up.”

About halfway down the long staircase, Sabine paused to point out the silhouettes in the horizon, “That’s Mossdeep, which is pretty easy to figure out, but if you look off over here you can kind of see that light mountain formation? That’s Sootopolis.” She smiled, with a tilt of her head, “I’d like to go someday. I was born there, actually! I have no memory of it since we moved to Lilycove when I was very young.”

The smell of sandstone from the carved out steps hit Sabine like a steel chair to the face, pulling out a very old, very smothered memory from her teenage years. She glanced off to a nearby lookout with a decaying wooden bench and 50P binoculars welded to the ground. She let out a small hopeless laugh.

“I forgot I’d been here before,” Sabine explained, interlacing her fingers, “With my Pokemon just after I found out we were going to move to Kalos. We came and hid out for hours. We didn’t know but they were doing tests on space shuttles and we watched the smoke curl up.” She traced the pattern in the purple and orange hues of the sky upwards with a finger.

“Do you ever feel like that?” she asked, turning back to glance up to Jonas, “Suddenly remember something you hadn’t realised you’d forgotten because of a smell or sound or something that someone says?”

“Oh c’mon now you should know I never turn down the chance to eat hotdogs on the beach,” Jonas said, lightly bumping into Sabine’s shoulder with a small smirk.

He skirted around the trainers, listening to Sabine’s story as she guided him down the streets of the city she had only just moved to. Even after all his time spent in the accounting firm after college, Jonas couldn’t shake the feeling of low-level claustrophobia that came with being in a major city. Something about it ruffled Jonas’ proverbial feathers so he focused on the far off vistas Sabine pointed to on the horizon.

“Hear you need a fancy swimmer Pokemon or be able to book passage on a sub to get there,” Jonas said, glancing at Sootopolis as they continued on their path which opened up to the beach from Sabine’s memory.

“I can think of one or two things,” Jonas said, looking out over the ocean. He uncorked a bottle of the alcohol that Sabine had brought him the first night they spent together the other day and had smiled at a wave of nostalgia that wafted up on sharp, chemical scents. But something told him that “booze reminds me of you” wasn’t a good thing to say to one’s female friend.

…or anyone for that matter.

“Wonder what that girl bound for croissant land would say if she could see you now,” Jonas chuckled, crossing his arms and looking at Sabine with a lopsided smirk.

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

“I- I’m sor–”

Sabine was cut off when a kid passed by, making a mockery of Jonas and she began to fear that she’d broken the cowboy. She barely managed to let out a few confused grunts in reply when he played house with the tourist. As she watched the family be shuffled off in horror, she groaned and lightly rubbed her temples.

“I’m sorry. It was a lot funnier in my head. I didn’t expect you to be so…” Worried? Frantic? Something.

Taking Jonas’ question as a good point to move on she hummed in thought, scratching her shoulder, “Oh Arceus, I’d prefer not to be banned from town now that I live here. We could walk down to the beach, there’s a hot dog stand that opens until late, if I remember. I’m suddenly not feeling too partial to Hoennese.”

Jonas grunted a soft acknowledgement of her apology. There was no sense getting mad so long as-

“So long as next time you don’t make it look like you’re the one dyin’ I’m cool with whatever you want to,” Jonas chuckled, steering them down the streets towards the beach, passing rows of food trucks and stands smelling of all kinds of strange exotic cuisine. “You’re the one who has to live here too; I have the luxury of splittin’ town once this weekend is up.”

Willing or not, he had a business to run. 

“Always next time for the fancier stuff anyway,” Jonas said, nodding towards the ocean and setting sun. “Which way now?”

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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cryolitechemist:

A small snicker escaped Sabine’s nose as she took her hands from her throat when Jonas jumped up, “I’m– ack!” A strong pair of arms coiled around her mid-section and squeezed, causing all the air to rush from her. Maybe her joke had been a little too convincing.

As Sabine struggled and fail to wheeze out that she was joking, the human sous chef burst from the kitchen, looking at all the Pokemon waitstaff to see if they had any answers to what was happening. “This has never happened!” he squealed frantically, fishing his phone from his apron and dropping it in a panic. He grasped it from the jungle themed floor, “I’ll call the ambulance!”

“I’m a nurse!” A woman patron from the adjacent table called out, standing up from her seat. She waved a pointed finger at Jonas, “Stop that, you’re going to break her ribs or worse! Here, let me–”

At this point Sabine wriggled out from under her cowboy paramour’s grip and practically stumbled over her chair to back up towards the kitchen. “I was only kidding!” she panted, holding her hands up to surrender, “It was just a joke, a really.. really terrible joke.”

The sous chef blinked as the entire restaurant went silent and Sabine could hear the emergency operator on the line with a dull <Hello? Hello?? Are you still there?!>

“OUT! OUT OF MY RESTAURANT, YOU’RE BOTH BANNED FOREVER!”

Sabine’s shoulders raised in fright as she winced at the booming voice of the head chef behind her. She whipped around and gave countless polite bows, grabbing her bag in one hand and Jonas’ wrist in the other. She glanced longingly at the perfect little rolls of sushi on their table. If only she had three hands…

Immediately there was chaos. Jonas was being pushed aside, the manager was rushing out from the kitchen, a nurse was telling him to stop performing an exaggerated Heimlich maneuver and then-

“Wait...what?”

Jonas stood in front of the restaurant, Sabine’s hand around his wrist as he glanced back inside at an irate manager and an offended looking nurse before glancing at Sabine, slowly putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

“That’s...that’s so not funny!” Jonas said, flushing bright red in spite of himself. “Killer sushi, drink roulettes, choking scare...you tryin’ to kill me here?!”

A passing child pointed and laughed at Jonas which made him turn even more red as he struggled to regain composure. 

“Come on, gimme a break here,” Jonas muttered, scuffing the ground with his boot. “That ain’t funny...”

“Excuse me,” A passing tourist said in a thick Unovan accent as he pointed into the restaurant. “Was that place any good?”

“Nah, not since the roach infestation,” Jonas said with a straight face. “My date got a thorax in her California roll, isn’t that right darlin’?”

Jonas savored the look of horror on the man;s face as he steered his family down one street and Jonas steered Sabine in the opposite direction. 

“That was funny,” Jonas snorted. “Now what? Any other fish joints you wanna hit up before that shop owner gets us banned from the rest of the town?”

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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Jonas silently questioned the wisdom of using a Pokemon to run the business while at the same time wondering how and how long it would take to set something similar at the ranch. He nearly missed the comment Sabine made about them going out somewhere and hid his surprise behind a warm smile and nod that turned into a laugh at her joke.

“That’s what they say, right?” Jonas chuckled, glancing back at the Slakoth who distributed their waters on the table. “Though I tell you what I hope there’s at least one person back in the kitchens. I trust Pokemon quite a bit but when it comes to dangerous sushi roulettes I like to think a human had somethin’ to do with it…no offense though.”

Jonas added the last part quickly as the Slakoth narrowed his eyes at Jonas before passing him the dice.

So long as I don’t get some kinda chilli drink…Jonas thought as he tossed the dice and the Slakoth took them and the list away before Jonas could look at either.

“Guess we’re both gonna be surprised, aren’t we?” Jonas chuckled, clearing his throat and wondering if he shouldn’t reserve some water. “So…have you started that new job yet?”

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“I have to mirror your sentiment,” Sabine laughed, rocking back in her chair to attempt to peer back into the kitchen, “However, I think you should be careful the Slakoth doesn’t drool in your drink now.”

She placed her elbows on the edge of the table and learned forward with a noncommittal shrug, “Not yet, I start not next Tuesday but the one after. I’ve been in a couple times to sign forms and look around. I’ll have some more interesting tales to tell when I start at the very least.”

Sabine blinked and sat back when she saw their food arrive, along with Sabine’s beer and Jonas’ mystery drink. She clicked her chopsticks hungrily in her grip before realising the dish name ‘Dancing Squid’ was more literal than she had anticipated. Freshly chopped tentacles writhed in a pot of soy broth and Sabine’s chopsticks lingered over the top before deciding to try the fugu instead. 

She plucked a thinly sliced piece of leaf shaped meat spiralling out from the center of the plate and placed it on her tongue. For some reason she thought it would taste buttery like salmon belly but she was left ultimately disappointed with the taste. Perhaps she would have enjoyed it if it weren’t so hard to chew through. “It’s surprisingly tough,” she noted before swallowing.

Well that was.. anticlimactic. Surely there was something she could do to make this all worth it.

Sabine shifted her glance to the side for a second as she contemplated psyching Jonas out. She stifled a smirk as she glanced up to give him a sweet smile before subtly jolting in her seat, making a surprisingly convincing gasping sound as she threw both hands around her neck as if poisoned.

She was laughing on the inside. Jonas’ reaction ought to be priceless.

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“Yeah that’s pretty much guaranteed now isn’t it?” Jonas sighed, leaning on his hand as he looked into the kitchen where the Slakoth in charge of their table was no doubt lacing his drink with puffer fish venom or some such monstrosity. 

Rule #1 of eating out; never insult the waitstaff. Even if...especially if they’re Pokemon. 

“I’m sure you will,” Jonas said, taking a sip of his water. As much as he would never go out for a job like that himself (as much as he was incapable of doing such a job) he was slightly curious to see how Sabine liked the new job...more than a little bit because it was her doing it. If it wasn’t Sabine doing the job, he wasn’t sure how much he cared to hear about makeup manufacturing. 

Jonas took a sip of his drink and grimaced slightly as he was served perhaps the flattest beer in the universe. He looked back into the kitchen to see the Slakoth sniggering as he sank behind the counter. 

Jonas was about to dive after him when Sabine clutched her throat and started making choking noises, shaking him out of his vengeful spite enough to spring into action, pushing his chair back and knocking over the chair behind him in his pursuit to get his arms around Sabine’s waist and start performing Heimlich on her. 

“God damnit you had to go for the pufferfish,” Jonas hissed, pressing his hands into her midsection. “Is there a doctor in the house?!

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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Jonas craned his neck suspiciously at the Chatot, glancing at it over the rim of his menu as he scanned the pages for anything that looked good. He wondered if he shouldn’t order some beef skewers or a rice bowl in case this all went terribly but he supposed there was no shortage of options outside if he so chose. 

“Daredevil’s special,” Jonas mused, catching Sabine’s eye with a small sigh. “Hell bent on burin my tastebuds, aren’t you?”

“You heard the lady,” Jonas said, closing his menu and passing it back to the Chatot. “One…daredevil special. Maybe some water too. Have a sinkin’ feelin’ we’re gonna need it.”

“You do this kinda thing often?” Jonas chuckled, turning his attention back to Sabine. “This whole..order the most dangerous thing on the menu…thing?”

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Sabine smiled sheepishly, squeezing her shoulders upwards when he caught her eye and sighed.

<O-kay! O-kay!> The Chatot chirped happily taking the menus and flying off into the open kitchen.

She glanced back to Jonas for a moment when he questioned her and she gave a small anxious laugh, preferring to focus on a plant on the wall (which turned out to be a patch of Floettes on closer inspection). “Honestly… No. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this. I just thought–” she wrung her fingers together, “If it was just going to be you and me going out to do something.. I would want it to be memorable.” She found his gaze again giving a delicate smile, “And first times are always memorable, right?”

There was the clearing of a throat and Sabine’s attention was taken away from Jonas to see a Slakoth barely peeking over the side of the table, looking unimpressed (or perhaps just tired). His clawed hands around two glasses of water placed on the table.

“Thanks,” Sabine chuckled at the Pokemon, taking her water. The Slakoth disappeared under the table for a second before putting two d20 dice and a chart in front of the two guests. “Oh, I suppose this is the drink game,” she mused lightly as she skimmed over the possible options. From all types of sake, beer, chuhai, whiskey, shochu, plum wine to tea, soda or milk. She pointed out to the most expensive sake. “This is the one I’m hoping for,” she grinned, “Number 39.”

She took her die and rolled them out on the table, tallying up her numbers, “Thirty-eight,” she read out, glancing back to the chart and her shoulders fell dejectedly, “Asahi beer. Looks like you might be getting an extra drink tonight, Jonas.”

The Slakoth raised up on his toes to look at the numbers on Sabine’s roll before taking her chart and die before staring at Jonas expectantly, waiting for his turn.

Sabine laced her fingers and propped her chin on the top with a small smirk, “Don’t want to keep the nice Pokemon waiting, Mr. Lee~”

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Jonas silently questioned the wisdom of using a Pokemon to run the business while at the same time wondering how and how long it would take to set something similar at the ranch. He nearly missed the comment Sabine made about them going out somewhere and hid his surprise behind a warm smile and nod that turned into a laugh at her joke. 

“That’s what they say, right?” Jonas chuckled, glancing back at the Slakoth who distributed their waters on the table. “Though I tell you what I hope there’s at least one person back in the kitchens. I trust Pokemon quite a bit but when it comes to dangerous sushi roulettes I like to think a human had somethin’ to do with it...no offense though.”

Jonas added the last part quickly as the Slakoth narrowed his eyes at Jonas before passing him the dice. 

So long as I don’t get some kinda chilli drink...Jonas thought as he tossed the dice and the Slakoth took them and the list away before Jonas could look at either. 

“Guess we’re both gonna be surprised, aren’t we?” Jonas chuckled, clearing his throat and wondering if he shouldn’t reserve some water. “So...have you started that new job yet?”

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Nervous Boots [Jason/Vixen]

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Vixen was still worrying her bottom lip and looked up when she felt Jason’s fingers touch her shoulder. She smiled, however soft it was, and despite it breaking apart within seconds. Even now she couldn’t give Scratch the pats that he wanted.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted. “If it was nothing…. he wouldn’t have called me his little kit.”

She could handle this on her own… That was what she told herself until Jason offered to come back with her to the house, and she gripped his hand fiercely, her grip shaking.

“Please,” Vixen said. “Just… just for a little bit.”

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“Yeah...yeah don’t worry none,” Jason said with a small uneasy smile. 

He didn’t know what the...little kit business was about but he reckoned that siblings had weird nicknames for each other. Least some of them did. 

“Take care of what you need,” Jason said, kissing the back of her hand with a small nod back towards the house. “I’ll wrangle these cats out here and we’ll meet up for dinner, kay?”

[comfort-and-campfires]

((Okay, guys, I’m gonna need your help here.

A good friend of mine from work just got $120 stolen from her at our job last night, and it was all she had made the whole day and all the cash she had. She’s a real nice person, and she’s a single mom with a baby who is already struggling to make ends meet.

The fact that one of our fellow employees stole all of her money makes me sick, and while I can’t do anything to help catch whoever it was, I can maybe help her get some funds to keep caring for her baby.

I want to do some commissions to help her out. My goal is to reach the $120 that was stolen from her, but anything will help.

Contact me here on Tumble via asks, on DA under the username Meta-Akira, or on Skype if you have mine if you’re interested. I really want to help my friend out.  Even if you can’t buy a commission, signal boosts are very much appreciated.))

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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Sabine grinned temerariously, as if she weren’t herself, “Yes,” she tugged his arm, leading them into the restaurant, “That is correct.”

After asking the waiter for a table for two, she glanced at the ceiling for a short moment. That was.. strange. Was Sabine really the kind of person who got excited at the thought of eating potentially poisonous fish. She didn’t think so. She glanced behind her to look at Jonas. It was too late to back out now.

The waiter came back to show them to their table. The restaurant interior was.. something, that was for sure. The floor was made from stonework, channels cut out that ran beneath tables with water flowing through. There were so many plants hanging from the ceiling it felt like they’d more walked into a jungle than a restaurant.

They were seated and Sabine shot Jonas an inquisitive look, “Well this is interesting,” she laughed lightly, ducking her head as a Chatot swooped by the table to place down the menus before chirping, <Please relay your order!>

Sabine glanced down to the front page of the menu. ‘The Daredevil’s Special’ - a platter of fugu, dancing squid and sushi Russian roulette for two. The special came with a drink, in which each member of the table could roll two 20d die and whatever number they got would correspond to the drinks on a chat. The quality went up to the best, most expensive sake in the restaurant to a glass of milk, covered by the flat price.

She turned the page to show Jonas with a grin, “Game?”

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Jonas craned his neck suspiciously at the Chatot, glancing at it over the rim of his menu as he scanned the pages for anything that looked good. He wondered if he shouldn’t order some beef skewers or a rice bowl in case this all went terribly but he supposed there was no shortage of options outside if he so chose. 

“Daredevil’s special,” Jonas mused, catching Sabine’s eye with a small sigh. “Hell bent on burin my tastebuds, aren’t you?”

“You heard the lady,” Jonas said, closing his menu and passing it back to the Chatot. “One...daredevil special. Maybe some water too. Have a sinkin’ feelin’ we’re gonna need it.”

“You do this kinda thing often?” Jonas chuckled, turning his attention back to Sabine. “This whole..order the most dangerous thing on the menu...thing?:

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Nervous Boots [Jason/Vixen]

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“Yeah..” Vixen’s voice went soft and she clutched the ‘nav to her chest. She felt Jason’s presence beside her, the heat from the Rapidash’s flames and Scratch’s breath beneath her, but in that moment she wasn’t at the ranch. She was wherever her brother was, pulling him out of danger.

Her gaze was haunted as she looked up at Jason. “He texted me, and… and it’s not something he normally texts. There’s, ah… a nickname. A nickname that only he uses for me and he only uses it when he really needs to a-and…” She swallowed, her hands shaking. “Fuck. God. None of my calls or texts to him are going through and I don’t know where he is and the last I heard from him was that his stupid apartment was falling apart and shit–”

Vixen clasped a hand over her mouth, looking away and trembling. “I need to find him– I need to– I don’t know where he is but– I– FUCK.” She bit her lip. “.. I can’t work. Jason I can’t work. I need to get inside and… and figure out something. I’m sorry.”

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“Okay, okay, hold your...dogs there,” Jason said as Scratch whined and shifted underneath Vixen. Part of Jason could sympathize with her plight especially since he and Jonas had been in a similar situation before...not that Jonas ever remembered it.

“Y’all need the afternoon off, I reckon I can handle things by myself,” Jason said, reaching out and touching her shoulder lightly. “I’m sure you’ll get to the bottom of this...probably nothin’ though, right?”

He hoped he sounded remotely encouraging as he sent Waylon out to keep an eye on the herd. 

“Want me to head back with you?” Jason asked. 

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Nervous Boots [Jason/Vixen]

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Vixen looked up sharply, and normally the very sight of Jason would send all of her troubles packing. Today, however, was not that day.

Her first instinct was to lie. To put on a fake smile and insist that nothing was wrong, but… She couldn’t. Not to Jason.

Vixen leaned off Scratch enough to snatch her ‘nav from the ground with her fingertips, staring at it. “… I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I think….”

Her grip turned white knuckled on the device.

“I think something’s up with my brother.”

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“You mean like...up up?” Jason asked, hoping his meaning wasn’t lost as he balanced in Jolyene’s saddle. Vixen had rarely lost her cool so much since she had been on the ranch and while her brother had come up in a few y conversations, she didn’t really say that much about him. 

So something was most probably up up. 

“You get a call from him or somethin?” Jason frowned, pulling up along side her. 

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Hakuna Matata [Jonas/Sabine]

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“Twelve?” Sabine tilted her head, scooting around Jonas to grab a light jacket from her wardrobe and draped it over her arm. She walked out to the main room to place her glass into the sink and grab her shoulder bag, sitting on one of the otherwise scarce bookshelves.

“Oh, you mean when you were Training? You know, I don’t think you’ve told me much about your travels. Wait, that means we would have been in the same city for a short time right? So, if you were twelve then I’d be..” The number came easily to her head and a humiliated blush rose to her cheeks. She dismissed the notion with her hand, “You know, age gaps are only fun when both parties are of age.”

Lilycove’s Food Alley was buzzing as always. They reached the street as dusk finally settled, bright lights above the narrow restaurants illuminating the airspace in every colour. Faces and Pokemon passed by, Sabine pointed out a group of cute girls dressed in traditional yukata. The temperature was perfect for it too, she needn’t even bring her jacket.

She stopped in front of a restaurant with a large pufferfish model hanging above the door, grasping the crook of Jonas’ elbow to halt him. “Let’s try this,” she grinned, “It’s fugu, poisionous fish, I’ve never had it before. The way its prepared cooks the toxins out so it’s safe to eat. It’s still supposed to be a thrill though, I remember my parents came to this restaurant when I was younger for a date or something.”

Her smile widened, “They also have odori-don, the dancing squid dish, and sushi russian roulette.” An adventurous expression beamed on her face as she lightly bit her bottom lip, gently shaking his arm with excitement, “How venturous are you feeling?”

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“Yeah let’s not...let’s not play that math game,” Jonas said, fighting a blush rising to his cheeks as the pair of them headed out of the apartment into the night. 

Jonas walked along side Sabine in an easy silence broken by some light chatter as they passed stall after stall of delicious looking food. Jonas kept his eyes open for the teriyaki vendor he visited when he was a kid, wondering if those people were even still in business as Sabine pulled them to a halt. 

“Sometimes I think people only do what we do to rub it in nature’s face or somethin’,” Jonas said with a small shake of his head at the mention of fugu. “What if the chef’s off that day or somethin’ and he accidentally screws it up? Tell me we passed a hospital or somethin a while back...”

You didn’t have this problem with fried catfish but if Sabine was asking him to step up to the plate, he wasn’t about to back down. He didn’t have much in the way of pride but sometimes he felt like putting it on the line. Especially if asked to by pretty women. 

“Why not?” Jonas shrugged. “Only live once, right?”