faecrowned asked:
“Ah, Gloria. I was expecting you at your apartment.”
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS WITH HER SEEM TO BE PART OF HIS FATE at this point, and though Bede has had mixed emotions about the fact that this cardigan clad girl always appears in front of him when he’s the least prepared, he’s willing to acknowledge now that it’s not the worst hand he could have been dealt.
(…at the very least they’re outside of a cave this time, though in comparison to the bustle of Wyndon that they’ve crossed paths in the midst of currently, he’d welcome the seclusion and quiet of one.) Recent developments have certainly changed the way the fairy gym leader views her, at least partially–he is no expert at amity and continues to navigate the concept cautiously. Yet their friendship is one of the reasons he’d braved through this metropolitan area in the first place. He’d heard that her birthday was today–knew days in advance as she’d chirped the information to him at one point in conversation.
He himself places no stock in birthdays, but it was the advice of his guardian about how gifting her something would reflect well on him as a gym leader and show effort on his behalf regarding friendship that lead him to the conclusion he would bring her something. Perhaps he found her sooner than expected, but it relieves stress on his arms.
The blond clears his throat, extending an elegantly arranged basket containing a bouquet of yellow and purple orchids, along with what would appear to be a wrapped bag of sugar cookies.
“For you, a gift on behalf of Ballonlea.” He pauses, amethysts shifting to the side for a moment. “And from me. Happy Birthday.” The phrase is foreign on his lips, but nonetheless delivered with passable poise.
“Do take care not to eat all of the cookies in one sitting either.” It wouldn’t be him without a subtle jab, the blond’s mouth quirking at the corners as he looks back to her knowingly.
Seeing Bede in Wyndon of all places was a pleasant surprise. She knew it wasn’t his favorite city in Galar, a sentiment she could understand wholeheartedly recalling how far too often she would hide in the safety and comfort of her quiet home.
Nevertheless, she could feel the small smile pulling at her lips at his presence and at his words.
She can’t help to giggle at the declaration on behalf of his town, but when he adds himself in she can’t help but to feel happy. As if he finally recognized her as a friend.
It was different hearing the well wishes from someone who wasn’t family. From a someone who didn’t have to remember, let alone gift her anything something so pretty and so her.
She wasn’t used to it, but it was nice.
She reaches for the the basket carefully, as to not drop any of the contents.
“Thank you,” she says with heartfelt genuinity, “but you know you didn’t have to right?” she asks, glancing down at the basket now cradled in her left arm. Orchids, beautiful ones that would bring more color to her apartment, and a slew of cookies that only reminded her of the cake she was precariously carrying on her right elbow.
This was enough for several people.
Or just her this evening if no one took her up on her invitation--
But it seems that’s exactly what he expected her to do, to give in to her sweet tooth like she would always. His look said it all.
She could feel her cheeks lightly tint at the jab, sheepish smile replacing the one full of gratitude a mere seconds ago.
“And to think I was going to invite you come help me eat,” she states, before meeting amethyst with a playful tease. “I do know how much you enjoy pecha berries.”
