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@pkmnidol-furuka
Pokemon Idol Furuka ❤️
There Are So Many Beautiful Reasons to be Happy
Multi Muse Pokemon Verse OC penned by Rin {Follows from ivy-mun}
About: Furuka Fay Komari The Managers
Rules
Mun & muse 18+ Based in Kalos, not region locked Canon/OC friendly Poke Verse only DM's open About the Mun
Lynn would be greeted with a beaming smile as the blonde bent slightly to kiss her cheek. "Bonjour ma cherie, comment allez-vous en cette belle matinée? Keep me waiting? Nonsense, had you been any earlier it would have been I making you wait." It was true, he had barely arrived before she'd come peaking out of the front doors. Thankfully, those three shots of espresso had just started to kick in when she did, and he was starting to feel -- Arceus willing -- he would make it through the day. Taking a moment to adjust the collar of his white button down shirt, he glanced over at the Mr. Mime he had borrowed and held back a grimmace. He certaintly didn't want to be outright rude to the thing.
"Our escort for the day," he explained, gesturing a hand toward the psychic type. "For what is a date without a proper chaperone?" A joke, but the pokemon grinned.
Eugh. Unintentially, he took a small step away from it.
"Ahem. Um... yes, well uh, shall we then?" he asked, offering her his arm the same way he had done during their first chance encounter. "Steve here will teleport us right to the aquarium, for ease of convenience."
Lynn blinked. Her cheek was kissed and there was a flustering wonder of whether or not this was just the usual style of greeting among people in Lumiose. .Although half Kalosian her understanding of the language was very rudimentary at best. She picked up on a few words...especially the one for morning stood out. A smug grin appeared on her features
"I didn't know that one-o'clock still counted as morning," she teased at Fay.
She was one to talk. Making herself breakfast at the height of noon most days. Within close proximity of the blonde doctor she picked up on the slight scent of coffee. Oh, this was explaining quite enough. She took no offense to it either. It was refreshing in a way.
The coordinator then peered around him to catch another glimpse at the Mr. Mime she was oh so carefully trying to avoid earlier. "Ehh? That one is -your- pokemon?" she asked. No. No. She shouldn't pass judgment.... but even then so that concerned expression at Fay was a little too undeniable.
"Well, uhhh...it would make for a certainly interesting date~" she replied in an attempt to reassure both herself and him. Then again more that she thought about it such psychic types knew teleport. A convenient form of travel. And she was sure that the aquarium wasn't closing down anytime soon considering it was still during the summer season.
"It's been a while since I got to teleport to somewhere," she admitted hooking her arm around Fay's. Not since those -days-. Perhaps her hold on him did feel a hairline tighter. Just barely noticeable. She looked over at ..uhhh...S t e v e .... waiting for the Mr. Mime to conjure up the requested 'spell'.
Nevertheless, she did get that sort of butterfly excitement with getting to spend the afternoon with Fay.
"It's 8am somewhere, darling," he quipped back with a wink, then followed her gaze to the Mr. Mime. "Heaven's no!" he exclaimed, though tried to reel it in a bit in case the pokemon did get offended. It seemed none the wiser, though, continuing to make his weird... walls... or something. "I've um, I've borrowed it from a family member, actually. I don't have any pokemon of my own who can teleport, you see, and my swanna is only big enough for one."
Steve grinned at the coordinator again and sketched a little bow, as if putting on a show. Had it... developed a crush on her already? Good lord. Fay took a small step in front of her as she took his arm, putting himself between the woman and the pokemon. He attributed the ever so slight tighness she gripped with to be a result of the unsettling creature he had taken along. This was surely unacceptable and he would make certain to aquire his own pokemon with teleport for future outings, if not for Lynn's sake.
At that, Steve obliged his request, the world around them blurring as if unfocusing of the eyes, before it righted itself again, the sunlight a bit more harsh. The couple was greeted with the entrence to Ambrette aquarium and the sound of the ocean crashing on the shoreline. The hint of salt in the air reminded Fay of his childhood. He couldn't help but take a deep, nostalgic breath. Despite their manor being close to the sea, there was something about being directly on the coast that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Ta-da~" he sang, unable to deny the Mr. Mime's usefulness, at least. "Merci, monsieur," he added, turning to the mime, who was... still making walls while staring at Lynn. "P-Please have a rest, then," he offered, or at least made it sound like he was, before rushing to recall it. With the abomination now safely tucked away, he turned back to his "date" and grinned, gesturing a hand toward the doors. "After you, my lady."
Lynn was admittedly near distracted observing his mannerisms. She had a tendency to pick up on little tidbits like that. "I wouldn't mind at all. Besides, working at a cafe long enough, you sort of learn those nonverbal cues from customers fairly quick~" she added gesturing toward the near empty latte cup that Fay had been idly swirling about during their conversation. She nodded accepting that offer for another drink as well.
Not to mention his job as a hospital physician would surely require more energy refill then just one cup of coffee. "That and well, it just helps prolong this chance meeting we got together. I think I would like for those to happen more, yeah.." she remarked before making a coy grin
"Besides I may need extra convincing to stop putting pinap berries on pizza. Unless you're afraid I'll add them to your own~"
Surely she wouldn't do something -that- diabolical.
"Mhm. I was thinkin'....corsola tend to naturally shed their branches, and around Alola those little bits are made into jewelry. Perhaps it could be a sort of art therapy for your patients? They could make simple accessories out of them," she said thoughtfully. She knew that despite not being too cuddlesome Kikuri did have a calming aura about herself.
As for her Uzume? "The heart scales shed from luvdisc could even share the same perhaps. That and it's an island rumor that they do give good fortune."
Sure it was a bit of idealistic thinking, but for patients at a hospital? Wouldnt' they need that little bit of optimism at least?
"Of course, I suppose if there needed pokemon that can be pet and cuddled I do have my mightyena, Tsuki. She's incredibly friendly. A little excitable though," Maybe too much. She scrunched up her face just thinking of hose husky like howls. Still, they were a sort of emotional support pokemon to the delivery girl nevertheless.
"To start off simple, I'll just bring the luvdisc around. It seems like a good middle ground between the other two~" At least in terms of personality. Not to mention it would be a pleasant surprise to see a shiny one.
It was at that moment Fay realized he'd hardly asked her anything about herself outside of her family or ethnicity. "A cafe?" he inquired, raising his brows slightly. Ah, so she was at the 'need a second job to survive' portion of her coordinator career. "Forgive me, I don't think I asked about your day job at all. Do you work at a place like this? As a barista, or...?" He wasn't sure what else someone would do working at a cafe. Maybe a cleaner, but... she specified her experience with customers, so a barista or waitress would make sense.
He grinned. Ok, so she did want to see him again. He hadn't made a terrible or weird impression, especially with his earlier... shock of hearing his full government name. Thank the Gods. Or rather... Gods help him.
"Please, spare me," he begged at the thought of finding pinap berries on his pizza. Note to self: never order pizza with Lynnie. NO pizza movie nights, lest he be accosted with a cullinary tragedy. Although, at the idea of a movie night, he wondered... Furuka would probably get along quite well with this woman. They had a lot of similarties, in both mannerism and career choice, his sister having been a former coordinator as well. Perhaps he should introduce the two? There was no doubt Furuka needed more girl friends, especially those who could relate to her on such a level... actually, not introducing them would be a slight on his part, especialy as her loving, perfect, most adoring older brother. Another note to self: introduce Lynnie and Furuka at some point.
"Art therapy! What a great idea!" he complimented again, she really was just on a roll! Not that the hospital didn't do arts and crafts, especially in the children's ward, but using pokemon scales or coral wasn't something they had considered before, either. If she was offering to donate some of her own pokemon's byproduct... it was no secret the hospital had a hard time ethically sourcing materials, not to mention the cost, and the strict budget...
"I think that would be lovely. You're welcome to come any time, but if you'd like, I can text you my schedule so that I can get you in a bit faster. Forego all the boring volunteer forms and whatnot~"
Fay, you sly dog, what a way to ask for a woman's number!
Lynn had looked over, curious to observe the mawile's behavior. It wasn't often she was in the same room as one, let along been able to study over one for this long. "How odd... it's almost as if the mouth...appendage..." really what would you call that that "...it seems to act as some sort of sensor for Maya." she thoughtfully said when it would sniff out the pastries, then picking up that she was starting to show her scientist persona around Furuka. Her lips pursed slightly at that revelation and hope it was just be seen as some passing random fact!
She didn't mind at all that Maya took one of the pastries for herself. In fact, the idea would have been encouraged. "I think you would very much enjoy Alola. I mean it could remind you of Hoenn. I've noticed a lot of similarities between the two. The street markets, beaches, and some of the same pokemon. If that doesn't convince you, we do have specialties like malasadas and tapu cocoa drinks," she smirking curious to see if Maya would pick up on the latter. Right Lynn. Just use the promise of food to lure them to come to Alola with you~
Lynn was sure that Furuka must have had some fans over in Alola. Besides the televisions and radios around the island would often broadcast relative entertainment from time to time.
"I gotta warn you that Alola doesn't really have any contest halls or even idol companies. I uhh..mean there is still like festivals that go on. Usually when an island challenge is under way. But.... the lack of them was part of the reason I made my way to Hoenn in the first place." Lynn remarked, as she started to play with the gauzy like fabric that was intended to be eventually made into Furuka's costume.
Still. She want to give reassurance to her new friend.
"The Alola islands are a very welcoming region. Especially to visitors. So I'm sure whatever you have to bring they will be glad to be part of. Think of the trip as being a new source of inspiration, yeah?~"
At Lynn's observation, the idol finally turned her head away and locked eyes with Maya, who by now had happily consumed the entire box of pastries, albeit one, which she proceeded to chomp into the moment Furuka turned. "Maya!" she scolded, pulling a luxury ball out from her bag. "Nani o shite iru tsumoridesu ka?! Sore wa amarini mo shitsureidesu!" All the while, Maya finished off the pastry, hardly an apologetic or guilty look on her face. Furuka sighed, calling the mawile back into her ball. That should be punishment enough, she hoped.
"P-please forgive me, I am so very sorry about her, um, I will replace the pastries as well, so..." she offered with exasperation. What a troublesome pokemon. For someone who was supposed to be watching over Furuka, she sure did feel like she did a lot more watching over Maya.
Ah, but she certaintly didn't need any sort of convincing to go to Alola! It had been a small dream of hers for decades now, and at Lynn's warning, she couldn't help but smile. "Good," she said simply, "it is better off that way." No idol agencies? Thank Arceus! It was probably part of the reason why her music never really made it over to Alola outside of poketube. Furuka had had her fair share of dealing with agencies and organized idol biz and she was over it, thankful there was none of that there to worry about. It honestly sounded like a safe haven.
"Festivals?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes, "Like Matsuri, deshou? What are they like? Oh, that is sounding so fun! I would very much like to see such a thing, if I can!"
{I have updated the gang's relationships here. You have been added bc my muse(s) views your muse(s) as more than just an acquaintance now! If you see your muse on this list and want to be taken off, please let me know, and I'll happily do so! Otherwise, thanks for being a friend to my lil gang of dumb blondes}
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Dante turned to look over the balcony, listening with half an ear to Fay's explanation. That... didn't comfort Dante at all. Sure, what Fay was doing was probably innocent and lightweight enough, but...
At least Fay recognised it wasn't to Dante's taste, so he mentally shook himself out of that train of thought -let sleeping ghosts lie- and let the question fade into the background. Dante turned back to Fay in time to answer his query.
"Well, it's not something you should find hard to believe for a simple reason; I have no interest in finding myself a lovely woman, or a strapping man or anything between or beyond. I simply do not care for romance...
And no, it isn't because I haven't found the right person, or how I simply need to give it time." He added that, almost as if he anticipated a response... Just like Amber when asked about being pansexual, they really are siblings your honour.
"Fair enough," he stated simply, as if it were the most natural thing he'd ever heard. "Do... do you typically get pushback about that? Seeing as you had your defense already lined up and all..." For him, it made no difference, and he would assume that people understood their own sexuality more so than any outsider would. If Dante wasn't interested in romance, then he wasn't interested in romance. That was simple. He wondered why it wouldn't be to others? As a physician he tended to take everything in stride, he'd encountered many a variety of patients during his years of practicing, so nothing was really that absurd -- or new -- to him. He accepted whatever people said about themselves as fact, nothing more, and certainly nothing to challenge.
"And lucky me then, I don't have to worry about you falling in love with me," he teased, just as their waitress arrived to introduce herself.
So, this was the flirty, violently Kalosian man her co worker had told her about. She didn't see what was so special about him -- in fact, she was almost positive he was gay. With a sigh under her breath, she pulled out her notepad, making a mental note to tell the hostess she had no chance, and that he probably wasn't even flirting with her to begin with.
"For me, could I please get the pot of coffee -- that still has the free refills, yes? -- and then, a rawst berry nutella crepe, s'il vous plaît."
Yep. Definitely gay.
Writing down his order, she then turned to his -- date? -- and awaited his order as well.
It was ...the weekend already. As usual she made it a terrible habit to stay up the night before. But now with the added reminder that there was that date...adventure(?) just looming around the corner. It took the form of both a digital one on her rotom phone's calendar app as well as a quaint handwritten post-it note she she stuck to her sketckbook. Both of which she always kept close to her person. She wasn't going to let any memory issues get in the way of this she told herself.
That was until she found herself waking up rather groggy. She didn't even remember conking out. Her head peaking out from under the covers as she heard that melodic alarm from her device. Although the moment that she had realized she had unknowingly tapped its snooze function, the second alarm attempt certainly caused her to perk up.
There was barely an hour to get ready! And of course in the rush of things her own pokemon ... primarily Daisuke and Tsuki demanded their usual morning attention. How she managed to multitask getting their food for the mightyena and pyukumuku while finding an outfit to wear was beyond even her guess. "Y'know... you're both spoiled," she retorted at them as they were too obliviously eating their late breakfast.
As for the outfit. It was one she pulled out of the hotel rooms armoire. The shower had to be a quick one. Even opting for a cooler setting to help wake her up. Drying her hair felt a little rushed. This is what she got for not going to bed at normal hours!
As she buttoned up the dark pink blouse that she paired with the black demin skirt, she took one more look at the clock. 12:45pm ambiently glowed. Fifteen minutes to spare. She could do this. Besides he was meeting her right at the hotel, she reassured herself. Wait she needed something to eat! Thank goodness she bought a new bag of pastries after a certain mawile had claimed the previous one!
She would take a bite of one, to give a boost of energy before tucking it carefully with the rest. The bag then was slipped to the satchel where it carried also her sketchbook and her pokeballs. Besides might as well bring some snacks to share, right? They were going to the aquarium after all, so how could she not bring a few of her water type babies?
Finally via elevator she made it down to the hotel's main foyer and toward the door before she paused. She didn't quite see Fay at first..but instead the Mr. Mime standing in the courtyard. Oh...they looked rather uncanny too. But nevertheless she slowly creaked open the door. Maybe if she could sneak past it it wouldn't notice her. Besides Fay had to be somewhere close by!
She wouldn't get far to notice that Fay was actually close to the entryway. Lynn suddenly perked up idly clutching at the straps to her satchel as well as the hem of her shirt. "Ehhh! ... I mean" an ahem followed as she caught that infamous phrase again. "I hope I didn't keep ya waitin' for too long" she greeted with that flustered awkwardness. Nah. She could do this. She could totally play this cool~
Lynn would be greeted with a beaming smile as the blonde bent slightly to kiss her cheek. "Bonjour ma cherie, comment allez-vous en cette belle matinée? Keep me waiting? Nonsense, had you been any earlier it would have been I making you wait." It was true, he had barely arrived before she'd come peaking out of the front doors. Thankfully, those three shots of espresso had just started to kick in when she did, and he was starting to feel -- Arceus willing -- he would make it through the day. Taking a moment to adjust the collar of his white button down shirt, he glanced over at the Mr. Mime he had borrowed and held back a grimmace. He certaintly didn't want to be outright rude to the thing.
"Our escort for the day," he explained, gesturing a hand toward the psychic type. "For what is a date without a proper chaperone?" A joke, but the pokemon grinned.
Eugh. Unintentially, he took a small step away from it.
"Ahem. Um... yes, well uh, shall we then?" he asked, offering her his arm the same way he had done during their first chance encounter. "Steve here will teleport us right to the aquarium, for ease of convenience."
@pkmnidol-furuka:
"Eh?! Rebels?!" She had never considered this, but there was not a rebel bone in her body -- or so she thought. She'd never even skipped a class before when she was in school! Or missed a homework assignment! A rebel? Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, though. Not all authority should be adhered -- especially not those insane rules and restrictions the agencies tended to inflict on young girls. Hearing his own self admittance to being considered a rebel and outcast as well, she somehow felt better about the title. It was true. She was an outcast. At least from the Hoenn organized idol industry. Honestly... she was glad of it, despite missing Hoenn dearly.
But Furuka isn't really sure she is worthy of being considered good company. After all, she had imposed greatly on him for most of the day. She would need to think of some way to repay him for his kindness later. At the mention of siblings, she seems to perk up. Kianga's family sounded huge! And so lively! Despite having a somewhat larger than average "found family" as well, she feels mildly envious. Her family wasn't nearly as large. It must have been so fun! Growing up, she'd often wondered what it would've been like to have a cute little sister to care for, but now... an image of Komari flashes in her brain and she banishes the thought. Eugh. That's not the type of sister she imagined.
"You are so very Lucky to have so much family! For me... I have only one eldest brother, but he is very good. A very good brother." Somewhere in the distance, Fay sneezes. "But um... what does it mean, 'will they won't they?' I have not heard of this before."
He chuckles. "It's funny you mention the word 'Lucky'. That's the name of my sister's Sylveon. He's a... quirky beast." He snickers. He hums. "Youre brother... I'd like to meet him if given the chance. I think we'd get along." He admits, supporting his face with one hand. "If he ever happens to be with you while I'm in Kalos, I'll stop and say hello." That being said, her question brings a look of mischief and amusement to his face.
"... It means that despite them having kids together they aren't actually in a relationship. The romantic pining is entertaining." He snickers. "... I didn't like him at first, but he grew on me." With that his eyes dance with mischief. "It also means that the most accurate term for him regarding my sister in a crude, hilarious way is he's her baby daddy."
Silence.
Snickering from him as he holds his face in his hand. "Oh my sweet sister..." He shakes his head. "... She decided the moment that she found out about the kid -- Willow -- she would lock in and raise her. Friede didn't find out for three years... but when he did? He stepped up. He adopted her son and he co-parented with her for years." He hums and he watches Furuka, removing his hand from his face.
"There's a lot more stories, but that's the most hilarious one if I do say so myself."
"Lucky?" she asked, a hint of her Hoenn accent coming through on the L. "Kawaii desu... what a very cute name. My sylveon is called 'Valentin' and he is a little bit grumpy, demo very loyal. I am wondering maybe if they would get along." Come to think of it, she Valentin hadn't ever met another sylveon. She wondered if he would get along with one or try to start a fight. It could really go 50/50...
"Ah, yes, actually, we do even live together. He is working at Lumiose hospital. Eto... nii-chan gets along with almost every body." As far as she knew, there wasn't anyone he hadn't ever gotten along with, aside from maybe their father, if that counted; but no one got along with him, really. "I think he would very much like that."
"Eh?!" At the mention of the phrase "baby daddy" she understood, her cheeks turning red. She had grown up being taught that was improper! But, everyone was different, and from the way Kianga described the relationship, it didn't seem all that bad. "Ah, that is the children I have made the autographs for. It sounds that they are very loved. U-um... if it is not rude for me to be saying, I can not imagine what it is like to have children with someone you do not, or even are not in a relationship with. It sounds stressing," she laughed, albeit a bit nervously. The thought of loving someone but never being with them, or never really knowing how they truly felt... well, wasn't that the very thing hurting her heart right now? "Demo, Friede-san sounds like a very honorable man to your sister, and so, I am very happy for her, even if they are um... how did you say it? 'Will they won't they,' deshou?"
More style practice~
This account is run by a very nervous mun who is more scared of you than you are of me.
"No next of kin," Sophie stated, albeit a bit solemnly, as she dropped a manilla folder onto Fay's stack of papers. The receptionist didn't stick around to hear his response, quickly turning on her heels and exiting his office.
Fay sighed, sitting back in his chair and throwing his pen down on to the desk. He didn't want to pick up that folder. To his left, on top of a pile of scattered papers, sat a locked carrier lightly covered with a black sheet. Grimmacing, his hand reached for that dreaded folder and flipped it open. He was greeted with a photo of the old woman's face along with her profile information.
Yvette Dupont Eighty-two years old 48.9 kilograms, 1.57 meters Cause of death: Acute Heart Failure
He closed the folder, dropping it back down on to the stack of papers. It was nothing he didn't already know. No children. No living siblings. The end of a bloodline. In the carrier to his left, something stirred. Now what? Carefully, he grasped the black sheet and lifted it away, revealing the door to the enclosure. Inside, a pokemon hissed.
"Well, I'm very sorry to say, but it seems you may be stuck with me..." he murmured to the disgruntled pokemon. It had been upset ever since its owner had been rolled through his emergency room doors, having to be forcefully removed from on top of her chest and fighting protectively every step of the way. Now where would it go? There was no family left to claim it. A shelter? It was hardly suitable to release a domestic companion back into the wild. A difficut situation, one that not many people ever really considered...
Taking a chance, he opened the carrier door, rolling his chair back to give the creature some space should it choose to brave the outside world of its confinement. It only took a moment. From the darkened interior emerged a little eevee, disoriented with hackles raised. "Now now, it won't do you any good to have a fit..." He paused, remembering something he'd heard from a shelter caretaker long ago. "Do you... want to see her?" he asked it, as if the pokemon could understand. It could. Wary, she took a step toward Fay, allowing him to gather her into his arms and carry her down the hall. Pokemon really didn't belong in morgues, but...
Entering quietly, he located the recently deceased and gently set the eevee down beside her. The understanding was instant, as was the grief. So... they really did grieve their trainers. Somehow, in all his years working in healthcare, he hadn't had to deal with a situation quite like this. Pokemon didn't often come in with their owners, especially not dying ones.
How much time had passed, he wasn't sure, but when she was ready, the eevee once again allowed Fay to gather her in his arms, returning to his office. From a cabinet he retrieved a snack, offering it to the despairing fox. Although she sniffed at it, she refused, instead curling back up in the carrier. This was going to take some time...
"I'm sorry I couldn't save her," he whispered, staring down at his open palms as tears began to form and splash down on them. How silly. He hadn't even known the woman, and yet here he was, crying for a stranger... a stranger he couldn't save. What good of a doctor was he, then? What good? He clenched his hands into fists, tears continuing to rain down on them, when suddenly he felt a body press into his shoulder. This snapped him back to reality, turning his head to see that the little eevee was standing on the desk, pushing her entire right side against him before bumping him with her forehead. He lifted his arms. The pokemon slid beneath them, rubbing her side the entire way before curling up against his chest.
Tear stained hands rested against her soft fur, one petting between her ears. In a way, it seemed she wasn't the only one who needed rescuing. The doctor wrapped his arms around the pokemon, hunching over her and burrying his face into her ruff. She nuzzled him back.
Yes. This was going to take some time.
During those moments of feigned beratement Lynn had idly slipped down in her chair so that she almost slouched below the table. She was a food delivery girl committing the worst of culinary crimes in Fay's book. An embarrassed under the breath grumble may had elicited from her. Who was he to pass judgment on.....
However, it was his very suggestion to dedicate his time to correcting such a habit, that made her blink. Her form pulling itself upward once more. "Eh? So then this mean this chance meeting where we ended up having coffee isn't just a one time thing then?" Not that she minded! It was just. She figured with his job as a hospital physician he had to be awfully busy, right?
Oh, and there was definitely a skip-beat feeling when just for a few moments their eyes met. Even if it was partially hidden behind latte-filled cups. And then there was the habit Lynn had of trying to shoo away compliments. Maybe out of an attempt to be modest. Afterall, socially she had to make a good first impression.
As well as make up for that food sin she just confessed, too.
"That is true. Your pokemon could be there to help ease any nerves your patients are having...as well as your own," she said her expression softening at that second part. She indeed picked up on the fact that behind his smile he had when they first encountered that he was just tired and stressed. It was because that was the same mask she would wear from time to time.
"Ahh, so would it be safe to assume that the teddiursa and vulpix are yours then?" she asked in a tone that would suggest the idea was a little too adorable for her. Oh and so was the the thought of a growlithe helping out in the children's ward.
"Y'know..if you don't mind, I do have a luvdisc and corsola that I think may be of help." Of course she had other pokemon, however, Uzume and Kikuri were the ones the first came to mind. Especially the former. "I know when they are with me at the cafes they seem to help put the customers there at ease~"
There was a head tilt from her. Was she keeping him from anything? Truthfully she had been caught up in that moment with him. Her gaze shifted to that near empty cup "Ah, are you thinkin' of ordering another?" she half teased in hopes that maybe it just may selfishly bide her more time with him.
The implication of future meetings was one he hadn't intended to make, but she wasn't entirely wrong, either. He did want to see her again. Though, assuming she felt the same was a bit forward of him. "If you're willing, of course," he replied, swirling what was left of his latte around the rim of his cup.
His statement was answered relatively quickly, though, at her offer to volunteer at the hospital with some of her pokemon. That would mean... she did want to see him again! Maybe. Or she just wanted to help out. Either way, he appreciated the sentiment. "I never would have considered a corsola," he admitted imagining all of it's pointy bits. Not great for cuddling, but their joyous demeanor could definitely help cheer up a room. Luvdisc had a beauty to them that was undeniably charming, as well. "But I think that could be a wonderful change of pace. Different varieties of pokemon... I bet the patients would love that."
Blue eyes darted down to a near empty cup, then back up at Lynn. How had she deduced that? Was his internal monologue so obvious? "It's like charging a battery -- one coffee gets about 60%, but a second? I do believe I may be a functional human being again." A half truth. His caffeine addiction did give him quite a tolerance, where one cup usually wasn't quite enough to perk him back up. Two? A little better. Three? He could think again. The other half of it, though...
He smiled at the woman accross from him. "If you don't mind. Would you like another?"
"Gahaha! You did it now miss idol!"
The man cheerfully laughed as her adoptive father yanked her from the room. He would follow behind, making sure to gently shut the door before his hands were shoved into his pockets.
Well it was a good thing Mitsu didn't hear, he didn't really seem to want too anyways judging from his remark, which was fine. Though, Akio was hungry. He was sure his Pokemon were too, after this he'd have to treat them, meat for all.
"Hoh, so what's for dinner then?"
Akio asked, curiously peeking around Furuka at Mitsu as he quickened his pace to walk beside the two.
Despite his anger, the man replied. "Katsu and curry. You can thank Komari."
"And Ren!" the white haired man shouted as they approached the kitchen, wanting his credit where credit was due. Komari had barely even helped! He was the one doing all the work! Especially after Furuka, who had been helping him, was dragged away. Kochan simply grinned. Well, she did set the table, at least.
Furuka, with a rebelious glint in her eye, ensured that everyone was seated perfectly according to her white board doodle. Mitsu across from Akio. Ren across from her. Komari as far away as possible -- and it still wasn't far enough, if she was being honest. At least Furuka sat in between them, a buffer to keep her away from the dragon trainer.
@pkmnidol-furuka:
At the thought, a pit opens in her stomach and she reflexively kicks at a rock. It was true, whether she brought it up or not, the answer Akio would give would be the same either way, wouldn't it? Even if it was something she didn't want to hear... Moving to sit beside him, she pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them, staring out at the ocean. "You are a good friend, Kianga-kun," she states simply, smiling up at him from her fetal position. In the end, whatever was going to happen would happen, no matter what, and it probably wasn't something she could control. She only wished... "And you know, whatever it is that is troublesome to you, Furuka would do the same -- we can sit outside at the ocean together like this, and talk, or not even to talk at all, if it is just silent companies you are needing..." she trails off, having noted the sorrow in his voice when speaking about moving on. She wouldn't ask, but the least she could do was offer to sit with him, too, just as he had for her.
"I will not claim to be able to heal what it is inside of there," she taps his chest, right over his heart, "but if I am able to help lightening even a little of the weight... then please, that is also what friends are for."
He smiles sadly at her and as she taps his chest, he doesn't move. He just watches her for a moment before he closes his eyes. "... I don't talk about this at all, but I feel like you could know and I wouldn't be mad." He hums. "... I had someone once, Furuka. She was a brilliant person and an even better trainer." He hums.
"Her name was Parker Reed. She was a trainer from Unova who helped... who helped me dismantle my past." He says softly. "... We were young. Fifteen... and we were in love." He chuckles, but it stops as he sighs shakily and emotion blinks back from his eyes. "... She had a terminal illness. An illness so rare there was no cure." He looks away then and breathes deeply to calm himself.
"I lost her when we were both seventeen... and then I found my sister three months later." His hands grip into fists from his fetal position, one arm over his knee. "... I have never allowed myself to love anyone since her. She was my soulmate... and now she's not here." He smiles sadly at her. "I'm a ghost of who I once was... but I've found purpose in traveling and drifting. I am a mentor to my nephew and my niece and I simply allow myself to breathe."
"My point is... I understand a little bit of what's going on with you. Not the exact situation... but I was in love once. Long, long ago." With that he falls quiet.
The idol took a moment to digest this information, falling back on to her rear in the sand. Oh. It wasn't a heartbreak... it was a death. Not just a breakup, but a permanent end. She thought back to how her brother had dedicated his entire career to finding the cure to their mother's illness, only to lose her in the end. Losing a mother wasn't the same as losing a lover, but... the hurt was still just as strong, she imagined.
'I am... so very sorry," she whispered, her empathy drawing small tears to the corners or her blue eyes. "That is a very young age to lose someone so precious to your heart." It was close to the same age she had lost her own mother, too. "Grief... sometimes it is that it will make you do some things that, how do I put it... they are harmful."
There was no other way she could think to word it. She watched her very own brother drive himself into the ground with his own grief, nearly giving up everything he had worked to acheive due to his perceived failure. And now, hearing her friend say he had refused to love anyone else afterward... was that not harmful as well? The man who had just been speaking of moving on hadn't been able to do so since he was seventeen years old.
"It is funny, is it not, how sometimes we find those closest to us in times of great despair." For her, it has been Mitsu, her now adoptive father, who had taken her under his wing shortly after her mother's demise.
But she didn't tell him any of this. It wasn't about her, though she acknowleged her part in bringing up these painful memories. "I am sorry for reminding you of such things with my small problems," she apologized, realizing that maybe Akio rejecting her wasn't such a bad fate after all, considering what Kianga had gone through. "They seem even much more smaller now... But Kianga-kun, maybe not any of the time soon, I am hoping you can allow yourself to find such a happiness again. Because you are a very good person, and a very good friend, who is deserving to be loved as well. I think, even when they are gone, those who have loved us do not wish for us to suffer."
He wasn't even given time to open the door, who did this brat think she was? There was a slight twitch of his eyebrow as she welcomed herself into his living quarters and started begging him for help. That annoying floating Rotom phone with her too...
"Aren't you old enough to do this sorta thing on your own? I mean, you already literally got two Pokemon?"
The dragon trainer asked the streamer, his arms folding over his chest as he began to lean sideways against the doorframe. His yellow eyes burrowing into the smaller person.
"Here I thought Komari was so mature and could take care of something so simple herself..."
"Of course I can do it myself," the tiny girl bit back, stomping her foot, "but Mitchan and Ren hired you to protect us right?! That's like, the only reason you live here right?! So you have to come! What if some weirdo stalks me or something? Then what?!" she demanded, crossing her arms. Behind her, the rotom phone still floated, messages in the chat rolling accross the screen.
tell him Ko!!! Kochan is kinda spoiled omg who is that? He's HOT. is that ur BF Ko???
The streamer didn't even acknowlege the chat, instead choosing to focus on convincing Akio, absolutely locking in. "Besides, didn't you hear there's like, crazy rogue alpha pokemon out there? Fay said his ER is full almost every night because of it! Do you want us to die, Akio? Do you?!"
Her rotom phone had made an annoyed electronic-chirping it was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed where Lynn was sitting. It was true. She was one of those trainers that opted for the new communication devices. And sure some felt weird about having them inhabited by the plasma pokemon, in a way... she found them quite helpful. And extra sort of user friendly guide. For lack of a better way of putting it.
After all the idea of rotom infused devices did come from Alola.
But that was beside that point! Her face was flushed a bright pink color as she realized she had suggested that Fay's adventure was really a date! How in the world was she getting that mixed up. Her face buried itself in a pillow, only to look up every now and then to see those dots flickering then pausing...then flickering on again. She got up and paced around the room.
Placing the phone on a nearby nightstand...then crouching nearby it. Her pyukumuku was now resting on those same pillows before seemed to be peacefully resting. As if he had nothing to do with the ...suddenly sent impulsive text!
He's just trying to figure out a polite way to.....
She peaked over the edge of the bed side dresser. He...he was relieved? And in sense she slowly felt her own anxiety die down. Although that fluster still didn't quite go away.
Oh. She needed to reply. Her hand reaching over and gingerly pulling the device closer to herself. She mouthed a sort of awkward apology to the rotom that dwelled within it before typing out.
[Text Lynnie 🪼] Oh. I wouldn't have minded if you needed to call (•˕ •マⳊ
Or maybe she did. She was a little awkward with those. But then again it would be awfully nice to hear his voice again...~
[Text Lynnie 🪼] Saturday at 1pm? Hold on lemme check my schedule o.O
It would take a brief moment for Lynn to switch over to the calendar app. The only thing coming up was a rehearsal scheduled for on Sunday evening. So it meant...
[Text Lynnie 🪼] It looks like that day is open for me! I'll be ready for our aquarium adventure...I mean ...date for sure 𓆉 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼｡° ⚬ 𖹭
With that she carefully slid the phone so that it was now safely on the dresser. She's survived a plethora of things. She can survive this, too she told herself before flopping on the bed. Her gaze still directed at her device.
By the time Saturday had rolled around, the sleep deprived physician came to realize he had severely overestimated how far 5 hours of sleep would carry him. Merely getting up with his alarm at 11am was a great feat. Nonetheless, he persisted, rolling out of bed and dragging himself to the shower. He would proceed to have three shots of espresso, a single piece of toast, and one more espresso to go.
On his way out, Furuka peaked around the corner, eyeing her brother with suspicion. "Où vas-tu, Nii-chan?"
He waved her off. "Cela ne vous regarde pas."
The girl huffed at that, stomping her foot lightly, a rare display from the normally polite idol. For Fay though? It wasn't all that abnormal, but he would never complain aboout it. In fact, he was happy his sister was willing to be a little spoiled around him. It was one of the only few signs he ever got that she wasn't just masking in front of him. Patting her once on the head, he kissed her cheek, and left without any explanation. He would surely hear about it later that night.
In the front garden he found Mitsu, watering the plants he was attempting to grow. The man with the normally hard exterior had put a surprising amount of effort into researching and choosing plants that would thrive on the coastal mountainside. "I need to borrow your abomination," Fay said to him simply, holding out the palm of his hand.
"That's rather rude, Lafayette," Mitsu replied, yet still handed him the poke ball he retreived from his belt.
"Fay," he corrected, then called on the pokemon. From the ball a Mr. Mime appeared. The blonde grimmaced. No matter how much he saw the thing, it still bothered him. In fact, even more so the more he saw it. "Please teleport me to hotel z, if you would be so kind," he asked with a small bow. No need to be so polite to it -- it was just a pokemon, after all, despite it's humanlike appearance.
"Have fun," he could hear Mitsu say from behind, fading away as the world around him blurred. He always hated the sensation. It only took a few moments for that blur to correct itself, but with completely different scenery. He now stood in front of the hotel, eyes scanning the entryway for a familiar face.
