Sweet satisfaction. An eagerness to throw himself at the world was once again burning within his guts, unbridled and free. Despite the sun’s constant familiar beat, despite the raze of emerald green shooting by him in blurry dissonance, the rumbling sensation that soaks through the vehicle and into his seat just feels marvelous as he cuts through parts of familiar wilds.
The surprising part? It’s only a small fraction of why such a day is elevated to pristine levels of glory.
Could this be a familiar schoolboy’s kick? The rivaling frenzy of satisfaction and excitement clambering messily on top of each other, just knowing that a day dedicated with his sweetheart is set into stone? Crystal Lynne was racing strong within this hotshot’s mind and was skirting past everything else by leaps and miles, oh impulses, reliable yet silly impulses, chill for a damn second with making these sweet looking mental images of her!
It was no short thanks to the slew of text messages that set their day into motion. A few ending notes of what he said still rings, a smidgen of satisfied confidence that she either rolled her eyes or shot that million dollar brand of a smile towards him.
Txt: Ohhhh my pizza pie, best toppings and ever so sly… Little Scizors?
Txt: Okay maybe that one should’ve ran one more round in my head in trying to lay the sweet on ya. Pretend ya never saw that!
Txt: And pretend you just never know that I’ve been hungry for that!
Txt: Just be on the look out for yours truly! We’re going to leap out the gate with something we’ve should’ve tackled a long time ago together. See ya in a bit Cutiefly!
….Wait wait. What if she didn’t like Cutieflies? Fuck.
Ah well Gold. You made this damn bed, you’re going to have to hold every damn intention of laying in it.
Echoing through the usually quiet annals of New Bark Town would be the sound of burning rubber. Durable wheels flexing across these beaten dirt paths as if a king’s war path, gliding seamlessly across rock and natural debris as made both twists and turns, a natural gauge of his environment finally prompting him to slow down. Even with the palpable lack of breeze skimming along his skin, he’s hardly complaining, the few curious eyes of people and Pokemon alike given little afterthought while the Lynne residence was the first and only place upon his list to visit.
Also had he been seeing things or did one of the science helpers gave him the stink eye in passing? Ah well, maybe this sweet set-up is a touch outstanding for quieter tints of this region.
”Allllright, if the timing is nailed, specs considered, all-a that good stuff? My seriously sweet gal shoooould be at her place.” He’s willing to test this theory then swallow some wayward pride in just confirming it through next. The once buzzing smoothness of the engine settles into comfortable purr as he slows to a pause before the front of their residence. Kicking off some supportive stance to balance the bike, Gold hows the cocksure nature of some road conquering bad boy, the helmet disengaged and the pose set juuuust right before the legend’s room window.
Giving a small twist and tug at the moped’s horn, he’d grill into that need to leave some swooning impression onto her, daydreams aching to step from sweet fantasies to even sweeter reality as that heart of the Hatcher’s skip a beat.
Oh even her proactive efficiency loving heart is going to love this!
Whether Crystal Lynne was a master of or addict to multitasking was hard to pinpoint on any given day, but when she alternated so frequently between busting the kitchen counter and jotting down notes on her PokéGear for the following day, it would be hard for any nondescript bystander to not lean their opinion towards the latter. The busied wobba, wobba, wobba... of Woffee as he furiously polished the hard wood floor was metronome as the pair kept time in what was likely the most efficient two-person+pokemon housecleaning team this side of the Indigo League.
The only thing that brought the Catcher completely to a halt was when her Gear buzzed with a text instead of a scheduled reminder. Cleaning cloth set to the side and leaning herself on the counter, that super serious frown immediately lightened her face into a beaming smile upon seeing who it was in the message ID.
The only one this capable of giving her a much needed distraction.
txt: I might need compensation for that one, Gold. Woof.
txt: Though if you want to order pizza all you had to do was let me know.
Something fast might be pretty good, now that I think about it.
txt: has anyone ever told you that you’re bad for my diet?
txt: but if you’re on the way, we can talk about that when you get here ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)
Crys thought she could probably finish cleaning house to a respectable degree, but the super serious gal found herself stuck in place, a fond smile taking hold of her face as she reread his charmingly dorky messages a few more times. Talking to Gold was like waking to a warm morning after a cool night, and even she hadn’t been immune to the pull of his smile. A smile she was getting a little lost in the mental image of.
It wasn’t until Woffee started prodding her curiously that she was snapped out of her girlish daydream, and the wawawawa of his laughter had her ears turning pink. Turning away from the embarrassment and tightening her apron, cleaning was put on fast forward with hopes that this place would be sparkling before he arrived. But he must have been closer than she thought. Part of her was mortified; this place was still a mess (it was not)! But she knew by now it wouldn’t matter so much to him, and if things got out of hand she’d be cleaning up again later anyway.....but then she heard a honk.
Utterly confused at what could be making some kind of motor noise outside her house, Crys threw open her front door, and......she didn’t think even she had the vocabulary to express how much she was not expecting this.
She looked at the thing he was riding.
Then back down to the two-wheeled wonder and blinked several times as though at some point, she was going to open her eyes again to reveal him standing there at her door like normal and accept that whatever she was seeing was just a figment of her overworked imagination. But it didn’t disappear and neither did that cocky grin of his.
“Did.....did you buy a scooter?”
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