Avoir Tailleur

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[sasteavoir]

Is this you?

Riley turned to the red head, whom was holding up a photo, a rather old one too, and could feel the heat rush to his face.

“A-ah! P-put that away! Now!” He tried keeping his voice at a lower, calmer level but ended up raising an octave.

The photo was a family photo, with two dark haired, and clearly of high status, adults and a paler, sickly looking boy who wasn’t smiling at all. The little boy was the raven haired tailor.

He thought he had every right to not smile in the photo, even though his parents had pestered him and told him he should. Just the sheer sight of the younger him had set Riley off, as he was blushing up to his ears and frantically trying to take the picture.

[jojodogsmoved-blog]

Silver laughed a bit. “Someone’s grumpy,” he teased, sneering at Riley. He had to admit, the young Riley was pretty cute. As cute as a kid could be, at least. He didn’t expect to see this today, but it was certainly worth it.

Silver didn’t really consider how embarrassed the raven haired tailor was about the subject, as his attention was focused on the photo of a certain young Riley.

Hah, this is worse than the photos dad forced me to be in! It was a matter of opinion, but a young Silver was never eager to be in photos. But this, to him at least, was far worse than any photo he had every been in.

[sasteavoir]

"I-I'm not grumpy!" Riley nearly hissed out, still trying to take the photo from the Silver.

Every photo from his childhood, and just his past in general were tucked away in some areas of the shop, some, as he'd now learnt, easier to find then others.

At closer look to the photo, the tailor in it could've been maybe 5-7, wearing a button up shirt and shorts, and looked like he'd been pursing his lips in a straight line. His mother, however, carried blank eyes and a eerily calm smile, one that, anyone who knew the tailor, could tell he'd inherited. Her hair was a dark, raven black that curled near the tips.

Riley folded his arms over his chest, gripping his sleeves tightly. "Just put it away.."

[sasteavoir]

I'll be keeping my blog active, I really like this AU and the work I've put into lil' Riley, so expect replies.

[sasteavoir]

"Is this you?"

Riley stopped what he’d been doing to take a glance at the photo a certain brunette had been holding up, only to have his face twist with some sort of mix of emotions.

Fear? Shock?

Just to name a few.

The photo itself was of Riley, who looked to be about eleven or twelve, and his father, whom of which the tailor could’ve been considered the splitting image of facial feature wise. The only real difference between the two was that Riley had his mother’s hair and eyes.He couldn’t even remember where the photo was taken, but he had a guess it was probably at the opening of a certain library in his home city.

“W-where’d you find that?” He asked, maintaining his calm, although his shaking shoulders could’ve said otherwise.

[sasteavoir]

Is this you?

Riley turned to the red head, whom was holding up a photo, a rather old one too, and could feel the heat rush to his face.

“A-ah! P-put that away! Now!” He tried keeping his voice at a lower, calmer level but ended up raising an octave.

The photo was a family photo, with two dark haired, and clearly of high status, adults and a paler, sickly looking boy who wasn’t smiling at all. The little boy was the raven haired tailor.

He thought he had every right to not smile in the photo, even though his parents had pestered him and told him he should. Just the sheer sight of the younger him had set Riley off, as he was blushing up to his ears and frantically trying to take the picture.

[inboxideas]

Put "Is this you?" in my askbox and my character will respond to yours finding an old picture of them!

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[sasteavoir]

Evening Sun || Riley & Calem

Riley had closed up shop early, the rarest thing he’d probably do. It wasn’t like he had anything on, it was just that, incredibly, he couldn’t be bothered doing his work.

Standing outside the small cottage, he began to fumble with his keys to it as he locked up the building, stepping away from it once he’d finished locking up. He placed the keys in his pocket, before walking off.

It was pretty close to evening, the sun wavering over the rooftops, as if it was taunting anyone else wanting to do work outside, threatening to lower. Riley walked through the streets of the town, footsteps soft and barely audible.

He’d always had to wonder if it snowed on the island. Being from Sinnoh, he was extremely adapted to it being cold and snowy all year round, and it took him, out of the three years he’d been living here, quite some time to adapt to it being hotter than it was in Sinnoh.

Beside the fact he was constantly wondering if it snowed, Riley had to get groceries. Was anything open at this time? Honestly, he doubted there was. Pulling on the checkered scarf he’d chosen to wear over his usual suit, one that he’d gotten back in his home city of Canalave, so it was rather precious to him, he’d began to stare around town, taking in what every spot looked like as much as he could.

That was what he was doing until he felt something smack into him while walking. "Mm..? I’m sorry." He moved away from the stranger. "That was my fault."

[douxequus]

Calem was just on his way home from his most recent trip into town for a grocery run that slowly turned into a let’s-explore-the-town-a-bit-more-run. He had become much more outgoing ever since he got a proper tour of the quaint little town. It was rather nice, being able to traverse the island like it was his home, like he’d been here forever when he’d really only been here a few months.

The boy hummed, swaying back and fourth to the small melody playing in his head. Eyes closed and there wasn’t a care in his mind of who or what saw him. At least not until he bonked into another person. He stumbled backwards a bit, trying to regain balance as he peered over at the person he hit.

"No no, I shouldn’t have been walking around with my eyes closed." The boy admitted a bit embarrassed. "I didn’t hurt you did I?"

[sasteavoir]

Riley shook his head in response, although the impact had left him a bit dazed. "No... I-I'm alright, thank you." He had to raise his head a bit to look up at the other. "Are you alright?"

His first instinct, as a tailor, was to analyse the other up and down, as if he were seeing what he was dealing with. Tall, dark hair. And was it just Riley, or was this boy nearly all legs? He stopped himself from circling the other like a Mandibuzz. Raising his hand and giving it a soft wave, the scars on his hands visible, rolling his shoulders to fix his scarf whilst doing so.

"Ah, right.. I never introduced myself." Riley excused himself. "I'm Riley, pleasure to meet you."

[sasteavoir]

Evening Sun || Riley & Silver

Riley had closed up shop early, the rarest thing he’d probably do. It wasn’t like he had anything on, it was just that, incredibly, he couldn’t be bothered doing his work.

Standing outside the small cottage, he began to fumble with his keys to it as he locked up the building, stepping away from it once he’d finished locking up. He placed the keys in his pocket, before walking off.

It was pretty close to evening, the sun wavering over the rooftops, as if it was taunting anyone else wanting to do work outside, threatening to lower. Riley walked through the streets of the town, footsteps soft and barely audible.

He’d always had to wonder if it snowed on the island. Being from Sinnoh, he was extremely adapted to it being cold and snowy all year round, and it took him, out of the three years he’d been living here, quite some time to adapt to it being hotter than it was in Sinnoh.

Beside the fact he was constantly wondering if it snowed, Riley had to get groceries. Was anything open at this time? Honestly, he doubted there was. Pulling on the checkered scarf he’d chosen to wear over his usual suit, one that he’d gotten back in his home city of Canalave, so it was rather precious to him, he’d began to stare around town, taking in what every spot looked like as much as he could.

That was what he was doing until he felt something smack into him while walking. "Mm..? I’m sorry." He moved away from the stranger. "That was my fault."

[jojodogsmoved-blog]

Silver, meanwhile, hadn't opened his shop. Not that he was shirking his work. Okay, yes he was. It was nearly four o'clock, and he knew that he had to open his shop soon. But, surely, that could wait for now. He had to pick up some items for his Meowth, who had recently torn his favorite toy to shreds.

"You oughta be glad I care about you Basil," Silver grumbled to the cat Pokemon, who was curled around his neck. Basil only purred, rubbing his face against Silver's, as if saying thanks to him. Silver did what he does best, sigh, as he allowed the little Pokemon to relax on his shoulders.

Well, he was relaxing.

When Silver bumped into Riley, Basil mewed in surprise and leaped off of Silver, tail swishing. Silver openly cursed, quickly moving away from the other person. Basil padded back to Silver, wide eyed.

"It's fine," the red-head grumbled. Yeah, it is your fault, is what Silver wanted to say, but he bit his tongue, honestly not wanting to get into a fight. He had enough of those when drunkards got into barfights at his shop, which he usually had to break up. Resulting in the offending parties being kicked out and Silver left, often, bruised for the next few days.

So, no, being a jerk wasn't an option in this situation, and he knew it.

"Who are you anyway?" Silver questioned coldly. He didn't really care, but it's what his parents would call 'common courtesy', or something. He never really paid attention to them, they were just as violent as he turned out to be anyway.

Basil, however, looked at Riley with a puzzled look. The Meowth's head was cocked to the side, curious of the person who just slammed into his master. Unlike Silver, he was more curious than angry at him, though he dared not to get close. He might steal the little Pokemon! Or, at least, Basil thought he would.

[sasteavoir]

He met eyes with the crimson haired boy, with eyes to match. It was a little unnerving. But Riley couldn't speak, as he was staring back with his usual, blank stare and and the soft smile. He couldn't speak that this kid unnerved him, considering his entire look was unnerving and eerie.

"Who am I..?" Riley mumbled, pointing at his face. "Ah, my name is Riley.  I run a tailor shop." Now who are you? As acceptable of a question he wanted to pose, he didn't say a word after, before turning his gaze toward the Meowth. "What a cute little Pokemon."

[sasteavoir]

Evening Sun || Riley & ((OPEN))

Riley had closed up shop early, the rarest thing he'd probably do. It wasn't like he had anything on, it was just that, incredibly, he couldn't be bothered doing his work.

Standing outside the small cottage, he began to fumble with his keys to it as he locked up the building, stepping away from it once he'd finished locking up. He placed the keys in his pocket, before walking off.

It was pretty close to evening, the sun wavering over the rooftops, as if it was taunting anyone else wanting to do work outside, threatening to lower. Riley walked through the streets of the town, footsteps soft and barely audible.

He'd always had to wonder if it snowed on the island. Being from Sinnoh, he was extremely adapted to it being cold and snowy all year round, and it took him, out of the three years he'd been living here, quite some time to adapt to it being hotter than it was in Sinnoh.

Beside the fact he was constantly wondering if it snowed, Riley had to get groceries. Was anything open at this time? Honestly, he doubted there was. Pulling on the checkered scarf he'd chosen to wear over his usual suit, one that he'd gotten back in his home city of Canalave, so it was rather precious to him, he'd began to stare around town, taking in what every spot looked like as much as he could.

That was what he was doing until he felt something smack into him while walking. "Mm..? I'm sorry." He moved away from the stranger. "That was my fault."

[sasteavoir]

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[heckyeahsinnoh]

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[sasteavoir]

Rain Coloured Headscarves || Lenora & Riley

Riley had been hard at work again all morning, morning being 1-4 am, and ended up waking up in the exact same spot as always. Right in front of his work desk. Sighing, he shook his head and stretched, standing up and moving away from his desk, and walked into a different, smaller room with a simple bed, obviously never used, a simple bookshelf stuffed to the brim and a clothes drawer. He quickly changed, not wanting to waste time. He had to set up shop. He opened the door to the front of his shop, fixing up his turtlenneck before heading over to each stand with clothes, blankets, scarves and just about any sort of clothing type you can think of on it, making sure he still had stock.

Groaning as he checked the scarves, there wasn’t too many there, so he turned on his heel and headed back into his sewing room. Riley looked around before picking up a small box full of neatly made scarves and took it back out, placing the scarves on the stand calmly. He had several headscarves on him as well, hanging them as neatly as he could on the ends, the sounds of rain mixing well with the colours of the scarves, all of them pale blues and whites.

Riley slipped on his shoes for a moment, and considered leaving the shop closed for a day. But he had to open it. Turning the sign on the door to ‘OPEN’, he quickly headed back behind his counter and slumped down, waiting for someone to enter. If people wanted to even come to his shop.

[livestockqueen]

It had been such a dreary day outside, the rain and darkened clouds casting a gloomy grayness over Nocturne Town. It had started late in the evening the day before, the sounds of the rain hitting her roof soothing Lenora to sleep. She was thankful it was just a rainstorm; thunder and lightning made her anxious and kept her up all night.

She had decided it wasn’t worth opening the shop today, though. She couldn’t show any livestock to potential customers, and she doubted anyone would be making deliveries in this weather. This fact, unfortunately, left her sitting at home, waiting for the rain to pass. And it didn’t seem like it was going to be letting up any time soon.

She did, however, still need to do her daily chores. Rain or shine or sleet or snow, the Pokémon had to be fed. She made her rounds in the barn, filling the feed and water troughs, brushing the Mareep, milking the Miltank, and feeding treats to the Ponyta. It was always a process, her morning routine, but she always enjoyed it. Interacting with her livestock was one of the biggest joys in her day, no matter how much she didn’t want to do the work.

She had been working on collecting all of the eggs from her Torchic coop, reaching under the tiny fire birds and placing their eggs into the cushioned basket hooked around her arm, when it dawned on her that, with the shop closed, most of the eggs would go bad. Frowning, she righted herself and paused for a moment. She couldn’t just let the eggs go to waste, that’d be counter productive.. Her gaze moved to her basket as she quickly counted its contents. "Just over a dozen.. I guess it’d be a nice gift to someone."

Exiting the coop, she dashed inside, setting the basket gently down on the large island as she practically danced about, opening drawers and cabinets as she went. She pulled out her scissors, some tape, and a few spools of ribbon, setting them on the counter before moving to the storage closet across the hall. She gave gifts to the people of Nocturne Town from time to time, so she’d managed to collect quite the hoard of  decorative boxes and gift-making supplies. Deciding on a small lidded box, she returned to the kitchen and placed the Torchic eggs inside, laying them neatly onto the soft fabric she’d lined it with. With professional haste, she fashioned a bow that tied itself around the box, sealing it shut.

Now came the matter of figuring out who to give it to. She knew that, like herself, many of the townspeople would have shut down for the day. Granted, that didn’t mean she couldn’t show up unexpectedly and just drop off the gift, but she kind of wanted to do some shopping as well.. "Guess I’ll just visit the first person who’s open!"

It took her all of ten minutes to get into town, her umbrella shielding her from the raindrops as she walked along the side of the road. For some reason, she wasn’t surprised when she saw the tailor’s lights on — that man always seemed to working. She’d been in need of a new headscarf, as well, since Solagne, her Rapidash, had found it funny to steal one of her favourites from her hair the other week.

Closing her umbrella outside the door, she folded it beneath her arm and stepped inside, a soft jingle catching her ears as she closed the door behind her. “‘Ello!” she called, grinning at the man standing near a display. "Hope you don’t mind my stoppin’ by."

[sasteavoir]

Riley turned his gaze toward the woman whom had just entered his shop, his eyes softening into a gentle look as he smiled. "Not at all." He stood up from the chair he had sat in and walked over to the new customer, although he'd seen her around he wasn't quite sure of her name. "Do you need help with anything?"

Jeez, meeting people was hard. He never could remember names or faces very well, so he had to make sure he could remember this one. Riley yawned for a moment before noticing her umbrella. "Ah, is the rain that bad, ma'am?" He asked.

[sasteavoir]

Leavanny Embroidery || Riley & Erika

[sasteavoir]

"Ah, so we’re close? That’s good."

Looking toward where she pointed and spotting the shop, Riley had to admit, it looked rather lovely. Even the name was much nicer than his silly little shop’s name.

"You wouldn’t mind if I looked around a bit? Like I said, I do need to buy a new flower before Leavanny notices."

[theblossomprincess]

Erika stepped behind the counter and left the man for a moment, heading into the back and placing down the kimono. She walked back into the main shop area and watched him. “Go ahead, look to your heart’s content,” she said with her smile returning.

"If you wanted, I could make you a bouquet… but it would cost you. I could make it Iris-based, since that’s what your Leavanny seems to enjoy." She walked over to a small glass-door fridge and pointed to a few bouquets. "Here are some, if you’re interested."

Erika then walked back behind the counter and reached underneath, grabbing a few roses, irises, and daisies. “There’s also some singles, which are a lot cheaper.”

[sasteavoir]

Looking around, he was surprised by the sudden blast of different smells from the flowers. Glancing over a few of the lovely looking flowers before looking over to where Erika now stood before smiling. "I'd love it if you could make one Iris-based, I'm rather willing to pay however much it is if it means not gaining more scratches that I already have." He waved one of his hands, scars on it. "Most of these are my own fault, I should be watching where I'm putting a needle but I don't want anymore, get me?"

Walking up to the counter, he reached for his dress pants pocket, trying to find his wallet before looking back up at the black haired woman. "So, how much would it be, ma'am?"

[sasteavoir]

Riley took the rolls of textile into his arms and nodded his head in thanks,  practically having to juggle them around as there was quite a lot of them.

"Yes, it is.. Thank you." He raised his eyebrow and smiled lightly. "Well, isn’t it obvious..? I’m a tailor."

Was it obvious? But then again kids from his part of the neighbourhood joked that the owner of Avoir Tailleur was some sort of ghost. Some people even thought the Pokemon ran the shop. Sighing, Riley held out his hand for this stranger to shake, and he introduced himself. "My name is Riley. Lovely to meet you." He paused for a second. "I run a small tailor shop called Avoir Tailleur."

[naileditaaron]

 Seeing him struggle to contain all the rolls within his grasp— well, Aaron almost left him at it, but some small surge of resignation pushed him on to sigh before he picked off several of them from the man’s grasp, jerking his chin upward almost as if to ask, “Where to?”

"Tailor Riley, the owner of the tailor shop called Avoir Tailleur," Aaron stumbled on the pronunciation slightly, clapping his own free hand against Riley’s open one before giving him a firm shake. "Well, I’ll never forget you’re a tailor now."

And then he did a double take. “Ah, you’re that shop’s tailor!” He gave him a nod of approval. “I’ve seen your scarves. They’re kind of… excellent.” He shrugged.

[sasteavoir]

Shaking the mans hand softly, he let go and pointed forward. "That way.. on the outskirts of town." Riley murmured. He stepped forward to begin walking but stopped when the other man stumbled on the pronunciation of his shop's name. "I'm glad you won't, it be a shame for my little ol' shop to be forgotten." He chuckled slightly. "The shop's name is in the language the people of Kalos use. My grandmother was from there, so she taught me some words."

The double take caused Riley to cover his mouth with his other somewhat free hand to laugh. "I'm glad you think so." Taking a moment to regain himself from his little bit of giggles, he sighed and turned back to where his shop was located. "Well, shall we go?"

[sasteavoir]

Leavanny Embroidery || Riley & Erika

[sasteavoir]

"I’m glad you think so!" Riley chuckled, and placed his hands in his pockets whilst walking, listening to her answer his own questions.

"Attractive Pokemon, eh? Well, I suppose thats one way of liking Pokemon." He smiled lightly, before adding on. "You certainly have a way of seeing things." Stopping in his tracks for a moment, before laughing at himself hollowly. "I’ve never thought of it like that.." Shaking his hand in dismissal, he flashed another calm smile before continuing on. "Nevermind. How much further is your shop?" Riley asked.

[theblossomprincess]

"A way of seeing things?" She tilted her head in confusion. "I’ve never really heard anyone say something like that to me before." She shrugged the comment off and continues to walk.

Erika furrowed her eyebrows as he laughed. "What is he laughing about? Is he laughing at me?" She thought, starting to feel a bit hurt. She looked down at the ground and played with the straps of the bag around her wrist.

"Oh, it isn’t that far. We’re almost there," She said quietly. "In fact, it’s right over there." She pointed ahead at a little two-story building with vines growing down the corners. "The one that says Royal Roses Floral on the window."

A few more steps and they had reached the shop. She pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked the door. “Well, here we are.”

[sasteavoir]

"Ah, so we're close? That's good."

Looking toward where she pointed and spotting the shop, Riley had to admit, it looked rather lovely. Even the name was much nicer than his silly little shop's name.

"You wouldn't mind if I looked around a bit? Like I said, I do need to buy a new flower before Leavanny notices."

[sasteavoir]

Leavanny Embroidery || Riley & Erika

[sasteavoir]

"Clothes huh..? Well, it’s not the making of clothes I like.. but more the expressions on peoples faces when they like something I make." He smiled at the ground while walking. "So I guess I like making clothes people like. As long as they’re happy, I’m happy."

Her small barrage of questions left Riley feeling a bit like she was trying to get inside his head, even though he knew she wasn’t. "Favourite colour…?" He murmured. "I like blues, yes. Any shade, really. Um, Krabby isn’t my favourite Pokemon no… Nor is Paras.. But I guess I do like flowers, but only at certain times."

Continuing to walk through the through the town square, he began to look around it. Riley didn’t go out very much just for his own leisure, so he’d never really taken in the town itself. It was a lovely looking town. "Mm, what about you? Um.. give me your answers to that barrage I just got hit with?"

[theblossomprincess]

Erika nodded as he answered all her questions. “That shows you’re a good person, if you enjoy making people happy,” she replied with a smile. “And your clothes are amazing.”

She let out a small chuckle as she listened to him. He seemed to be a bit confused by all her questions which she found quite funny. It was silent for only a moment before he asked his question.

"Oh, did I really ask that many? I apologize," Erika said quietly, looking down at the ground. She looked back up at Riley and let out a sigh. "I guess I’ll answer them too. You already know that I like flowers, but I also love to have sleep. Um, I don’t have a favorite color because every color is beautiful. And I only like attractive pokemon, such as Vileplume and Lilligant."

[sasteavoir]

"I'm glad you think so!" Riley chuckled, and placed his hands in his pockets whilst walking, listening to her answer his own questions. "Attractive Pokemon, eh? Well, I suppose thats one way of liking Pokemon." He smiled lightly, before adding on. "You certainly have a way of seeing things." Stopping in his tracks for a moment, before laughing at himself hollowly. "I've never thought of it like that.." Shaking his hand in dismissal, he flashed another calm smile before continuing on. "Nevermind. How much further is your shop?" Riley asked.

[sasteavoir]

Leavanny Embroidery || Riley & Erika

[sasteavoir]

He smiled and waved his hand lightly in dismissal.

"The town is lovely, I’ll agree. You should go there sometime. Oh and no, your ranting is fine, don’t worry about it!" Riley nodded calmly again, listening to her talk about how she might go to where his Leavanny picked random flowers. "I’m not too sure how many sorts are there, but she does bring back a lot of different sorts."

Moving from behind the counter to the part of the shop where Erika was, Riley quietly opened the door for her to slip out of before walking out himself, turning the sign so it showed the ‘CLOSED’. "So, shall you lead the way then?" 

[theblossomprincess]

Erika thought for a moment. “Well maybe she goes to different spots? I know that certain wildflowers only grow together. I bet Vileplume would be able to find them. He thinks flowers are his friends. It’s a little funny.”

She noticed Riley move from behind the counter and grabbed the bag before she walked to the door. She slipped through as he was still opening it and waited outside. Once he was outside she turned towards the square and began to walk.

"So, Riley, what do you like? I take it you like clothes, since you are a tailor. But what else do you like?"

"What’s your favorite color? Is it blue? Do you like Krabby? How about Paras? Do you like flowers?"

[sasteavoir]

"Clothes huh..? Well, it's not the making of clothes I like.. but more the expressions on peoples faces when they like something I make." He smiled at the ground while walking. "So I guess I like making clothes people like. As long as they're happy, I'm happy."

Her small barrage of questions left Riley feeling a bit like she was trying to get inside his head, even though he knew she wasn't. "Favourite colour...?" He murmured. "I like blues, yes. Any shade, really. Um, Krabby isn't my favourite Pokemon no... Nor is Paras.. But I guess I do like flowers, but only at certain times."

Continuing to walk through the through the town square, he began to look around it. Riley didn't go out very much just for his own leisure, so he'd never really taken in the town itself. It was a lovely looking town. "Mm, what about you? Um.. give me your answers to that barrage I just got hit with?"

[sasteavoir]

Leavanny Embroidery || Riley & Erika

[sasteavoir]

He chuckled slightly. “That explains the flowers.”

Riley sighed as he turned his head momentarily to the vase before back to the black haired woman. "My Leavanny picked it nearby. I don’t know where she goes.." Listening while she spoke, Riley nodded his head as she explained the meanings. "I see. Well, I’m glad nothing silly’s behind it."

Shaking her hand softly, he smiled and dropped his hand back to his side. "Lovely to meet you too, Erika." He thought of what to say for a moment. "Would you like me to walk you back? The least I can do is do that since you did just buy something rather expensive from me. And I think I should get another flower for that vase before Leavanny finishes cleaning."

[theblossomprincess]

Erika nodded. “I’ve loved flowers my whole life. I’ve always hoped to visit Sinnoh; I always hear stories about a town filled with flowers,” She said, letting out a small laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m ranting.”

She clasped her hands together and smiled big, listening to Riley talk and watching him listen when she spoke. “Oh, so you pokemon finds it? How interesting. Maybe I should bring Vileplume with me next time…” She mumbled.

Erika, hands still together, nearly jumped from enjoyment at his offer. Having someone to walk with always made for a good time. Even if a word wasn’t spoken, just being with someone made her happy. “That would be wonderful!”

[sasteavoir]

He smiled and waved his hand lightly in dismissal. "The town is lovely, I'll agree. You should go there sometime. Oh and no, your ranting is fine, don't worry about it!" Riley nodded calmly again, listening to her talk about how she might go to where his Leavanny picked random flowers. "I'm not too sure how many sorts are there, but she does bring back a lot of different sorts."

Moving from behind the counter to the part of the shop where Erika was, Riley quietly opened the door for her to slip out of before walking out himself, turning the sign so it showed the 'CLOSED'. "So, shall you lead the way then?"