♛ Plotted starter for @curryuuri
"...lunch.” HIS TONE LACED WITH SKEPTICISM AND HANDS SHOVED INTO POCKETS as Bede strides beside her--the newly crowned Champion of Galar. Just why she was so insistent upon visiting Ballonlea, upon seeking out his company, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. Her flimsy excuses of happening to be in the area were hardly convincing (Ballonlea was somewhere one would have to travel deliberately), and he knew every incredulous brow he gave her when she appeared in his vicinity very much conveyed his disbelief. And yet Gloria still continued to buzz around, asking whether or not he was free.
Most of the time, he happened to be busy--like she should be.
Today, though, was different. The day he finally told her otherwise. Bede expected her to have wanted a battle all this time, or perhaps something more related to their new positions.
An invitation to lunch in the Wild Area is neither of those things.
“You want me to believe that you’ve been frequenting Ballonlea all this time...for lunch.”















