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Why do you always give out soo many eevees? got a secret your keeping from us?

“A secret? What secret would I be keepin’? I jus’ love Eevee. I love takin’ care of ‘em. And I love givin’ em new homes with people.” He smiled.

“Eevee is a very adaptable pokemon, and because of that it’s very interesting t’ see how each trainer raises theirs. You can really tell a lot about someone based on what they decide t’ evolve their Eevee into. And their great fun too! Their reliable, friendly, and so gosh darn cute. Everyone deserves an Eevee. Didja know that Eevee can --”

He’s begun rambling at this point, I’m sorry.

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👀 + if you could change anything in your life right now, what would it be?

“Anythin’?” A glance was cast around his lab. The few pokemon he had running about.

There were a few things that came to mind. Having made his lab bigger than it currently was. Having went further in school and become a certified pokemon professor. Having written his storage system to be easily connectable around the globe.

Yet despite all that he wouldn’t necessarily want to change anything with his life. He was more than happy where he was, doing what he loved for a living. Yet...

“Having a partner would be...nice. Sure I have my pokemon ‘n all. But it does sometimes gets a little...lonesome. It’s not very fun bein’ a single man in your thirties, watching your siblings and friends get married. But that’s jus’ a pipe dream. Who has all that time to be goin’ out on dates ‘n stuff when there’s more inventin’ to be done!”

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Bill and the Blind Date

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The man’s movements, the quiver in his speech and tone lacking in enthusiasm and confidence; all of it was weirdly assuring for Marjorie that she was among friends here. It was far better than being the only person stuck in this boat.

“Oh, um…” She glanced at her phone for a quick moment, reading the number listed in her notice. “I have number nine.” The girl then briefly turned her attention to the crowd, keeping an ear out for her number being called. But most of the couples had formed by now. Along with a couple of other individuals, the two of them seemed to be the only ones left without a pair.

“Um… What about you?” She held her breath while she awaited his answer. Her left hand clung to the fabric of her skirt, balling it in her fist with a tight squeeze while she asked him. There were some nervous habits that were difficult to consciously break.

Bill nearly choked on his own saliva when his number was announced. Well, damn. It was kinda nice that his date just happened to walk up to him without either of them knowing. But, like, now what?

“Ahh, I got, nine as well.” His speech pattern suddenly broke up with short pauses. His head slowly turned to get a look at the lady beside him. She didn’t look like she was from Kanto or Johto. Maybe she wouldn’t recognize him. That would kinda be nice.

Wait, how long had he been standing there awkwardly looking over at her? His eyes quickly darted around for something else to look at. Nope, he wasn’t gonna be accused of being a creep or something today. “Well, didja...wanna get coffee, ‘r somethin’? I can pick up the tab.”

#ladyaroma #t: Bill and the Blind Date #c: Marjorie

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Bill and the Blind Date

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“Oh gosh, this is not what I had in mind…”

A frown crossed the girl’s face when she read the email on her phone. She thought this would be a more organized affair, one where she could have the chance to meet someone new without having to awkwardly seek out friendship herself. The way the event was advertised made it seem like so, but there was one missing detail.

She had no clue who she was supposed to be meeting. There were other people in the gathering space, presumably there for the event, but most of them seemed to have different numbers from hers. So far, she hadn’t heard anyone ask for a number nine. The loud girl with the Wigglytuff made her number obvious. And there was a tall blonde guy whispering the number four to himself over and over with his eyes closed. Marjorie thought it to be just a little creepy and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that his number was different from hers. Wouldn’t it be more effective to just seek them out?

If anyone needed to take her own advice, it was herself. There were pairs forming already and she still had no clue of who her date for tonight would be. Only a couple of participants hadn’t announced their number just yet. It had to be one of them, right?

“Alright… here goes nothing…” Marjorie whispered the feeblest of pep talks to herself. Emerald green eyes glued to the ground, she slowly approached one of the single participants and began to work up the courage to ask about their number. Unfortunately, she could barely get a word out of her mouth before they were approached by someone else who apparently matched their number. Nevermind that then…

There was one other person in the crowd that appeared to be just as lost and lacking in confidence as herself. An older man. Her eyes lit up a bit when she noticed him, feeling somewhat at ease that she wasn’t the only one here who was too nervous to approach anyone. Despite her usual feeling of anxiety, she felt like she could get on his wavelength enough to start a conversation.

“This is kind of silly, isn’t it?” She giggled as she watched the other people in the crowd look around for their partners. “I can’t believe I signed up for this in the first place.”

Bill glanced back at his number, hopelessness crossing his face. His nerves were getting the best of him, and he was about ready to pack it in ad toodle on home when a woman approached him. He stared blankly for a moment, allowing her sentence to sink into his frazzled brain. “Ah, yeah it is.” He rubbed the back of his head, casting a glance towards the ground.

“I can’t believe I was signed up, honestly.” He halfheartedly laughed. “Not exactly what I pictured when I was told “blind date”.” Then again, he didn’t really know what to expect.

“‘S nice to see other people findin’ their pairs I guess.” Hands found their way into the pockets of his khakis. He went awkwardly silent for a moment, tapping the ground with the tip of his shoe. “Mind if I ask what number you’re lookin for?” His voice quivered for a moment, back straightening once more.

#ladyaroma #c: Marjorie #t: Bill and the Blind Date

Bill and the Blind Date

“Oh man...” Shoulders sank as Bill looked at his letter. One of his sisters had signed him up for the blind date event, without him knowing, of course. So you can imagine the worried, near horrified look on the researchers face as he reads his letter only to find there is no name printed, just a number. “9″.

“Oh man, oh jeez, oh man oh jeez...” He mutters to himself, pacing about in circles. How was he going to find his date now? Would he have to ask. He wasn’t ready for this level of social interaction today. He was just confident enough in his ability to talk his way through a date with someone. But having to approach random people? Ask them if they were his date? “Oh jeez...”

Bill took a moment and stood up straight, pulling in a breath of air and closed his eyes, puffing up his chest in an attempt to channel his inner strength. ‘You can do it Bill, ‘s jus’ a little talkin’ to people. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.’ He stood there, as stiff as a board for a few minuets before the need to breath kicked in and the poor man deflated once more.

“Oh man...”

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