IM OBSESSED WITH TRAVIS AND JAVI AND ONE OF THEM BEING THE ANTLER QUEEN IM LITERALLY IN THE TRENCHES (finals) AND THEY'RE EATING MY BRAIN I LOVE UR ART AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
javi being the antler queen is ALSO rotted in my brain its like stuck in there i can't stop thinking about The Implications
i worked a bit on a fic with this kind of au cause i wanted to see if it was good enough to write and i think i can make it so fucked up
Sangeet was supposed to be a friendly family ritual.
A charming little dance competition between the bride's and groom's sides - a harmless pre-wedding tradition to bond, laugh, and mildly embarrass oneself on stage while attempting vaguely synchronized Bollywood moves.
Again, that's what it was supposed to be.
Until Arnav Singh Raizada decided to turn it into Dance India Dance: Apocalypse Edition over a mere challenge by Khushi Kumari Gupta.
Who now stood in the middle of Shantivan’s garden, lehenga flaring, bangles clinking with her hands on hips, chin jutted out and eyes ablaze with moral indignation.
"You are a cheater!" she yelled at his back.
Arnav Singh Raizada didn’t bother to look up from his phone.
“This is a family dance competition!” Khushi yelled again.
“Yeah, excuse me-,” Arnav signaled NK, "NK please tell her it's a competition and Khushi... try to keep up.”
Khushi gasped at his insult. Trust Arnav to find inventive ways of ridiculing her!
"Haan Nanheji, what else can a talentless man do?" Khushi smiled as Arnav stiffened, turned slowly toward her, arms folded, jaw sharp enough to slice through the tension.
Now, she had his attention.
"Excuse me?" he said, like her accusation had personally offended his entire bloodline.
The said bloodline had stopped whatever they were doing in the name of dancing and watched the battle that was yet to begin.
Khushi marched toward him, dupatta flying like a battle flag. "You’ve flown in professional choreographers and actors for Jiji's wedding?! Who does that? It’s a wedding, not Jhalak Dikhhla Ja!"
Arnav took a single step forward and stopped her march, his eyes zeroed straight on hers.
The intensity always, always, threw her off.
But it was not the time to think of those things. Her accusations had barely begun!
Regaining her composure she began her tirade, "So what’s next, backup dancers in silver jumpsuits? Fireworks? Smoke machines?!"
"You're overreacting," Arnav replied, going back to his phone for a message from Aman.
"Oh, am I?" she snatched his phone. "You are not even calling actors who are Jiji and Jijaji's favorite - no, no you're straight up calling Hrithik Roshan AND Shahid Kapoor to perform in OUR SANGEET FROM YOUR END. HOW DARE YOU! HEY DEVI MAIYYA THEY ARE NOT EVEN FAMILY."
"Do they remember it's our sangeet?" Akash whispered to Payal.
"Akash ji, I don't think they even remember this is our wedding." Payal replied, hoping Buaji isn't around to whack Khushi for yelling at Arnav.
Even if he deserved it.
"Khushi, just accept that you're afraid of losing." Arnav grabbed both her wrists with one hand, plucked his phone from her fingers and smirked at Khushi, who had turned red in rage.
Khushi scoffed, and freed her hands from his. "Oh it's not me who is afraid of losing. Because you wouldn’t need to ‘win’ so desperately by hiring others if you could actually dance. Admit it. You’ve got two left feet and a fragile ego."
He stepped closer, just enough to crowd her personal space - not that Khushi ever backed down.
"You think I can’t beat you on that stage?" he said, nostrils flaring at her insult.
"You?" She laughed. "Even Lakshmi ji can dance better than you-" on cue, the goat blared nearby. Arnav, for once, really craved a mutton biryani. Khushi gave Lakshmi a high five in the air.
Arnav's jaw twitched. "Khushi-"
"What?"
"On that stage, I could you eat you out in a sec-"
His mouth clamped shut a second too late.
Silence.
A pause.
Then, full stop.
Arnav’s breath caught.
His eyes widened fractionally.
Khushi blinked.
Arnav blinked.
They blinked at each other.
The world froze. Akash looked like he'd swallowed his own tongue. Payal had turned a curious shade of crimson. Anjali faintly murmured, “Not like this Chhote...” NK wheezed with barely-contained laughter.
Khushi's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again like a dying fish.
Then - in what could only be described as a tactical retreat - Arnav turned on his heel and walked away.
-- -- --
Arnav didn’t sleep that night. He lay awake in his room, staring at the ceiling like it had wronged him.
He tried to be logical. Maybe she didn’t know what it meant.
Maybe she was just embarrassed because he’d shouted something vaguely weird in public.
Maybe—
No.
Khushi, had very briefly, looked at his lips before he left.
He had heard the slightest, softest gasp.
Which was worse - making an image lodge itself in his brain.
Khushi.
Under him.
Eyes dark.
Lips parted.
Calling his name. In soft, sweet, gasps.
He flung a pillow over his face.
This was torture.
-- -- --
The next morning, the rest of the family acted like nothing had happened - bless their collective denial.
But Khushi?
She acted like he was contagious.
If he stepped into the kitchen, she evaporated. If he glanced at her across the room, she snapped her head away like he was staring into her soul.
And while ignorance was bliss, a part of him felt like an apology was due. Even if that apology was like a thousand thorns on his tongue.
He wouldn't want to embarrass Khushi in public.
-- -- --
Khushi drowned herself in jalebis. Walked into a tree. Told Payal she was just “hot” when she was visibly sweating bullets.
“We need to talk,” Arnav said - having appeared from nowhere. How does he keep doing that?
Khushi spun, startled. "Talk?"
"About yesterday."
"What are you even talking about?" she said, too fast. Too fake. Arnav rolled his eyes at her terrible lie.
"Khushi, you know what I meant.”
Her eyes narrowed. Her cheeks flushed.
And then she exploded.
“Is that what you want?! A girl who doesn’t know anything? A clueless little thing you can shock and corrupt and then brag about? Is that your thing, Arnav Singh Raizada?!”
He took a sharp step back. “What the f—? No!”
“You want some poor naive girl who doesn’t even know what it means so you can-so you can teach her?! You disgusting, horrible, cocky, ALPHA MALE- no-flower-giving, no-dating, no-LOVE-having—"
“Khushi-”
“—Laad Governor with no heart and no shame and - what the hell kind of man are you?!”
"THE ONE WHO WANTS TO SAY SORRY."
That made her pause.
He took a slow breath, the kind that meant he was gearing up to be serious. “I shouldn’t have said that. Not like that. Not in public.”
“And I just needed you to know that,” he added, almost awkwardly.
Khushi didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “It's not that Arnav ji...”
That made him look up.
“What does make me want to hurl a chappal at your handsome face is that Arnav Singh Raizada doesn’t even know how to date someone!”
He blinked. “What?”
“To what extent must I analyze you? Where are the flowers? Where’s asking a girl out with words and not…LED screens and groin-level hip thrusts?”
“I didn’t hip-thrust at you.”
“You THOUGHT about it.”
He looked genuinely offended. “What the f-no, I didn’t! What's wrong with you?”
“What's wrong with me is that you're not normal!” she cried. “You’re the kind of man who seduces women by glaring at them across rooms and then wonders why we’re all confused! What am I supposed to do, Laad Governor? Paint a signboard that says FLIRT WITH ME, YOU BRICK WALL?”
He stared at her. “You want me to flirt with you?”
“YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT.”
"You have a point?"
"I do! You can't even take me out and you're straight into eat-" Khushi clamped her hands over her mouth.
"Hey Devi Maiyya," she shrieked, and fled with her dignity on the floor.
Arnav stood in stunned silence.
And then slowly, a smile crept across his face.
Because she had just handed him the playbook.
-- -- --
That night, Khushi curled up under her blanket with a mountain of jalebis and a heart rate comparable to a dhol beat.
What had come over him? What had come over her?!
How had they gone from talking about a dance competition to... to whatever in the world these things are.
And he didn't have to apologize. They both were had foot in the mouth disorder.
She tried reading a romance novel.
Mistake.
The hero's name was Arman. And in Chapter 4, he was eating strawberries off the heroine’s-
She threw the book across the room. Then quickly rescued it and put it in her secret drawer. She would die before anyone got to know what she read.
Clutching her dupatta, she tried to screw her eyes shut to sleep.
She was in a red saree. The pallu floated like in the wind. A man stood by a rain-soaked window, transparent white shirt clinging to his chest in a way that would definitely get a sanskaar warning on Doordarshan.
'Teri Meri' swelled in the background. She ran into his arms. There was spinning. Wrist-grabbing. A full-blown neck kiss that would put SRK to shame.
Wait... why did the man look familiar?
And then, with one hand, Arnav... Arnav! reached behind and tugged at the dori of her blouse.
Khushi sat up in bed with a gasp.
“Hai Devi Maiyya!”
Hands over her mouth. Wide-eyed. Very, very awake.
And so incredibly flustered.
She couldn’t face him.
She wouldn’t face him.
-- -- --
Devi Maiyya disagreed.
Khushi and her friend had practiced 'Teri Meri' as a mockery. As to how Jijaji and Jiji didn't really have a conflict but created this dramatic love story out of nothingness.
But the funny commentary CD and her friend - were both delayed so she was left on the stage in her green saree and just the original soundtrack.
And Arnav showed up. Sans the actors and choreographers - who were apparently cancelled last minute.
Arnav and Khushi danced.
He made her feel the rhythm.
And Khushi's heart absolutely misbehaved.
Because he let her win in more ways than one.
-- -- --
Khushi ran into the guest room, clutching her heart and knocking over carpet into the bed where there were a few things.
A white rose, a box of jalebis, a long rectangular box that she suspected had bangles and a handwritten note that was impossible to decipher.
Blue Orchid, 8pm, Saturday?
She stared at the note for three solid minutes.
She squeaked. Then panicked. Then almost fainted. Then screamed into a pillow and promptly knocked over a stack of bangles.
And of course — at that exact moment — he walked in.
"Khushi."
"Ji Arnav ji," she panted, snapping back to poise like she hadn’t just done the Macarena of joy.
"Tum theek ho?" She nodded so hard at his question that her head could've nearly fallen off.
And then, he stepped in.
Arnav Singh Raizada, in all his devastating, smirking calm.
“Uh… someone left this,” she said, clutching the note like a weapon.
Arnav raised his eyebrow. So this is how she was going to play it.
"Someone?" He asked.
"Someone," Khushi shrugged, twisting the end her saree between her poor fingers.
"Khushi. Kumari. Gupta." Arnav punctuated each word with a step towards her, making her hit the wall behind her.
"N-not like this." Khushi whispered, closing her eyes.
"But Khushi... if not like this-" Arnav tucked her hair behind her ear, "then how will I tell you that-"
Khushi gripped his hands, hoping whatever Arnav was planning quickly got over-no-no-it lasted long enough for him to not change his mind!
Hey Devi Maiyya she was not ready for a kiss! She needed at least five more minutes to scream.
"T-tell me what A-Arnav ji?"
"That Di is calling you downstairs." Arnav stepped back and hid a smile at her obvious disappointment.
Khushi turned red - this time in anger - and picked up the rectangle box to fling it at him.
"Khushi! The bangles will break!" Arnav ducked.
"HA! YOU BOUGHT IT FOR ME!" Khushi cheered,
"I knew it! And who leaves notes without signing their name? What if it was for someone else? What if someone else wrote this? Must I assume everything written around me is by you? You and your God complex. And okay this is cute... but-but I don't know why you're doing this. Tell me why? You can buy these things for me but can you tell me-"
She stopped.
Because Arnav had leaned in and kissed her cheek. Quiet. Certain. Just once.
It was over before she could inhale.
"I hope that answers your questions," he murmured.
Khushi blinked. Brain buffering. And then, on impulse, she stood on tiptoe and planted a quick, nervous kiss on his cheek too.
Arnav - who had faced boardrooms, buyouts, and Buaji - actually looked startled.
"I-uh-okay so if we're doing this, then-then you can’t just show up in your car. Buaji will have a heart attack. And Happy ji’s garage is too crowded, also oil stains. No, no, maybe you stand near the paan stall and I 'coincidentally' come for... for tamarind-no, that’s not believable-OH DEVI MAIYYA."
Arnav folded his arms, watching her with quiet disbelief and far too much fondness.
"Khushi."
She looked up, mid-rant.
"It's not a heist. Just a dinner."
"It’s not just dinner! It’s our first proper-thing. And our families are nosy. And your face is too famous. And I panic around candlelight. And I don’t know what fork to use. And-"
"Khushi."
"Haan?!"
"We’ll go to dinner."
"That's what I’m trying to figure out!"
"In Delhi. Like adults. I’ll pick you up at 8. Ring the bell. Say hello to Buaji. Like a normal human man. She won't question me at all"
He reached for her hand and linked their fingers. Gently, not claiming. Just there.
She stared at their joined hands.
"...Okay, but if Buaji throws a chappal at you, I did warn you."
"I’ll bring a helmet."
Khushi laughed.
"Fine," she muttered, cheeks pink. "Come at 8. Ring the bell. Say you’re here to discuss… lights. Wedding lights. That’s believable, right?"
"Not even a little."
"Whatever, just bring jalebis. She’ll forgive anything. You're beginning to be her favorite anyway - ever since your advertisement for the steel factory. And if nothing else, praise the company or the fabric of the sarees she stiches." Khushi chuckled.
Only Arnav could defend the Guptas gift by citing the revenue of the company that made the steel thali.
He laughed under his breath. "Okay."
"And," she added, voice soft, "don’t forget to bring yourself."
"Khushi... I think that's the plan."
-- -- --
Khushi wore the bangles that night.
And the next day.
And to the mandap rehearsals and while eating laddoos and while yelling at NK about choreo counts. She wore them to sleep, even though Payal teased her about it.
One night, Arnav noticed.
He was helping her up after she tripped over yet another strategically misplaced rug in Shantivan.
"You're still wearing these?" he asked, catching her wrist.
Khushi shrugged. “They’re pretty. They go with everything.”
“You wear them all the time?” he asked casually, eyes flicking to the glass bangles.
Khushi looked down. “Haan. All the time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Impossible.”
“Oh, it is very possible!” she huffed. “While eating, yelling, dancing, fighting - oh, remind me to tell you how Hari Prakash ji said jalebis can't be sugar-free, I mean who is the halwai's daughter here? Anyway, yes, fighting, sleeping, bathing-”
Arnav smirked and stepped closer. “Bathing?”
Khushi blinked.
Blushed.
Internally screamed.
The fairy lights blinked rapidly between them like scandalised chaperones.
"Sir, I need these files-" Aman, the savior (and sautan when he called right when Arnav and Khushi tried kissing, again), showed up in time and helped Khushi run away in mortification.
Because Arnav was right.
Apart from the fact that the chime of these bangles told her that everything was a reality, there was something else that Khushi felt too intensely in her heart when these were the only pieces of jewelry she wore in a bath, or clinked in between her very very unsanskaari dreams at night.
Now all she had to do was wait, wait for Jiji's marriage and tell the family about the latest development.
-- -- --
(": THE END :")
Tagging the usuals (pls mention if you’d like to be tagged - also this is a new list so if I’m forgetting anyone - sorry!)
After experimenting on some ooze, obtained via oozequito, Donnie soon becomes very ill after an accident in the lab. He becomes more aggressive and very sick. He lashes out at Leo and Raph decides if he can't be a team player, than he needs to sit out on the next patrol. Raph calls April over to see if she can maybe talk some sense into Donnie or maybe find out whats bothering him. April notices Donnie is burning up and goes to get supplies. When she comes back instead of her best friend Donatello, she finds a hulking blood thirsty beast. The brothers soon realize that the only way to save their beloved Donatello, is to ask their worst enemy, Baron Draxum for help. Is Draxum trust worthy? What will he want in exchange? Can the turtles save Donnie in time? Or will he forever be lost in the form of a monster...
Summary: Naomi is a simple girl in the simple town of Postwick. Though, today wouldn't be so simple. Not when she has a champion and twin cousins to pick up! ( She totally didn't forget. Nope)
Word Count: 1,855
Notes: This is my first chapter of my first ever fanfic! Well, long term fanfic anyway. It took me while to get to this point and I'm proud that I am! I hope you all enjoy!!! Also check tags if you want to hear my post writing rambles lol.
" Welcome, one and all, to the world of Pokemon-"
" Hey, Rotom? Could you lower the volume for me?"
A quick "bzzt!" from the phone and Chairman Rose's voice lowers down to what would be a whisper. Naomi smiles at her phone, lightly tapping its frame.
"Thank you!" she says, earning another happy "bzzt!" from her phone. She then puts on back her headphones, bobbing her head to the beat from her tape recorder. She already knows what's coming anyway; Rose makes his grand speech, then Leon makes his grand entrance, then his opponent appears, some quick smack talk for the crowd, and then they battle. And just like every battle Leon has been in before, he always wins. Admittedly, each time was different from the last, and it was always fun to see what strategy Leon would use. But today, right now, Naomi just wants to listen to her music and vibe.
She closes her eyes, letting the music flow through her body. Soon her limbs move on her own, swaying and bobbing to the beat. The rhythm takes her as she dances in her room, now in her own little world. Just her, her song, and no one else. She can feel herself hum to the music, and she smiles to herself. This is bliss.
The song is about to reach the best part and turns for a spin- only to be greeted by a familiar set of golden eyes and a cheeky grin.
" Hop!" she shrieks, jumping back a bit. She can feel her face flush as she takes her headphones off. Hop grins, mischievousness shining in his eyes.
" Well, don't stop because of me," he snickers, which does nothing to qualm Naomi's embarrassment.
"Out!" she yells, rushing towards Hop, pushing him out of her room.
" But you're so good, Nomi!" he compliments, but she furiously shakes her head.
" Thank you, but OUT!" she stutters, giving the final push and slamming the door behind her.
" Don't forget we're picking up Lee and your cousins from the train station today!" The embarrassment she felt just a second ago quickly vanishes as she swings her bedroom door open, staring at Hop wide-eyed.
" What?! That's today?!" she panics. Hop nods, the cheekiness of his smile growing.
" Yep! Better hurry!" he grins as Naomi scatters around her room, trying to find her boots and hat.
" Why didn't you say something?!" she exclaims, hopping on one foot putting on one of her boots.
" You were dancing, and I didn't want to disturb you," he says matter-of-factly, clearly teasing her, " Also am I allowed in your room now?" Naomi glares at her friend.
" No! Wait outside!" she points out of her room, and Hop gives her a salute, then quickly runs out of the house.
"Yes, ma'am! But hurry, we don't want Lee getting lost!" he yells behind him, and Naomi hears the outside door slam shut.
"Well, that was eventful," her mum's head peeks from the side of her bedroom door frame, a kind smile on her face, " Are you ready to go, Naomi?"
"Yep!" she nods, hoisting her bag- which used to be her mum's- over her shoulders, " Got my bag and everything!" Her mum moves into full view, leaning against the doorway.
" Yes, I see that, " she gives her a concerned smile, " But I'm talking about how you're feeling, dear. I know the topic of your cousins has always been...confusing for you-"
" I'll be fine, mum," Naomi shrugs, ignoring the way her heart sank, " It's like you said; I haven't seen them since I was 5, so it would make sense I wouldn't remember them!" she forces a smile.
" I'm fine, mum! Really!" Naomi's mum eyes her septically but lets out a sigh.
" Alright, if you say so," she steps to the side, " Now move along then! Hop is waiting for ya!"
"Okay! Bye, mum! We'll be back later! You too, Toby!" The sleepy Munchlax only yawns.
Waving her mum goodbye, Naomi opens the front door to Potswick Town proper. It's beautiful, as always. The sky is a wonderful bright blue, and the soft fluffy clouds roll in the sky as the Wooloo do on the freshly green fields. Naomi feels a soft thud in the side of her leg, and looking down she sees her mum’s Budew, Valentine. Valentine looks up at her and gives her a small smile.
' Hopefully, today will be a good day,' she thinks to herself as she bends down to give Valentine a little pat on her head, er, bud. She looks down the stone steps to see Hop standing idly by the front gates. He glances upwards towards her, a welcoming smile on his face...before looking behind her and bursts out laughing.
" Ha! You're really going to carry that big lug on your back, Nomi?" he laughs, but his face then distorts into one of mild horror as Naomi's cold glare reaches his vision.
" U-uh, I mean- you look great!" he chuckles sheepishly, giving Naomi two thumbs up.
"Thank you!" she says cheerily, her icy demeanor vanishing instantly, much to Hop's relief.
" Nomi, have I ever told you that you are scary?" he sighs as Naomi walks down the steps.
" I have no idea what you're talking about," she teases, sticking out her tongue. Hop huffs but smirks.
" Well, you will be.....when you lose! The last one to my house is a kantonian Slowpoke!" and he dashes off, leaving Naomi stunned once again.
"H-hey! Wait for me! Hop!" she calls out, running as fast as she can to catch up with her speedy friend. Though, as always, she ends up last.
" Hop, " she paints, the palm of her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breathe, " That wasn't fair, you got a head start!" she points her finger at Hop accusingly, who snickers.
" Not my fault you're a slowpoke!" he grins, causing Naomi to puff out her cheeks.
" Yeah, yeah," she Naomi groans, straightening her back, "Let's just head inside,"
Hop's house is like Naomi's, but bigger; a staircase, multiple rooms for more family members, but has that quaint, cozy feel of her home. It's no wonder they have so many sleepovers- some planned, most of them not. Always feel right at home.
" MUM!" Naomi jumps a bit at Hop's sudden yelling, " Mum, is he here yet?! Is he?! Oh, I bet you're hiding him in the cupboard, aren't ya!" Hop runs into the kitchen, practically hovering over the ground. His mum sighs, putting down the dish she was cleaning. She gives Hop a stern but playful look.
" For the hundredth time, Hop, no Leon is not here yet," she glances to Naomi, " Neither are your cousins, deary," Naomi felt a little sigh of relief come up her throat. She quickly suppresses it, giving Hop's mum a nod.
" But, they all should be coming soon. Well, Leon, at least. I'm not sure about-"
" Well, we best not keep them waiting!" Naomi interrupts, grabbing Hop's hand and rushing out the door, leaving Hop's mum in their wake.
" Woah, Nomi-"
" Hey, you said we have to hurry!" Naomi cuts Hop off, speed walking to the bridge. She can already see the crowd near the train station. All that noise, those people. She pushes down her sense of dread, " So lets just-"
" Naomi!' Hop tugs her to a stop, effectively turning her around to face him. His face is stern, if not painted with worry.
" Naomi, what's going on? You're being antsier than usual," he leans it a bit, speaking in whispers, "Is it your cousins,"
Typical Hop. Always reading her like a book. Though, just like her mother, she must make it easy.
" Y-yeah, kinda," she looks down at her boots, " I haven't seen them since....you know," Hop nods, giving her hand a comforting light squeeze.
" And, well, I don't know," she sighs, " It's already hard to remember Dad, but now I can't even remember them, and I just- I don't-"
" Hey, it's alright, Nomi! " Hop gives her hand another squeeze, " It's okay if you do not know how to feel about your cousins. Especially after...that, " She grimaces at his implication.
" But hey! That just means you can create a new path for yourself! New memories!" Hop cheers, " They'll love you, Nomi. You're amazing! How could they not?" Naomi's cheeks flush at the compliment, and she nods.
" Thanks, Hopscotch. That means a lot-"
"OI! Are you two having a heart-to-heart without me?!" a familiar voice, Carol, shouts at them. The two of them turn to see a peeved Carol, hands on their hips, tapping their right foot impatiently on the bridge.
" Carol!" Naomi and Hop cry in unison, rushing towards them.
" I thought you two ditched me!" Carol fumed, arms now crossed.
" Sorry, Carol," Naomi apologizes, fumbling with her fingers.
"Yeah, sorry, mate," Hop apologizes as well. Carol looks between the two of them, not saying a word. Then they smirk.
" Gotcha," they tease with a wink. And to believe she felt sorry for them a second ago.
"Carol!" Naomi and Hop shout, glaring at her friend. Carol just shrugs their shoulder, the teasing grin never faltering.
" Ah man, you two are so easy!" they laugh, " Though it is sweet that you two were actually sorry, haha,"
" Well, of course, we were! We really didn't mean to keep you waiting, Carol!" Hop said. Carol's grin softens a little, less cheeky and teasing than it was before.
"Yeah, I know. I just saw you two looking all stressed, and I wanted to make ya feel better!"
"By pretending you were angry with us?" Naomi huffed.
"Yep! It worked, didn't it?" Naomi pauses for a moment. The stress of seeing her cousins again was admittedly less than before she'll give them that. Naomi gives Carol a grateful nod, to which the beam at.
"See? No harm, no foul!" They turn around, pointing to Wedgehurst, and consequently, the big crowd forming in front of the train station.
" Now, let's hurry and get to the train station! Unless we want to miss The Great Champion Leon," they say, waving their hands sarcastically. Hop frowns at this a bit, probably not liking Carol's tone, but Carol simply winks at him, " Unless you want him getting lost, eh?"
' Nice save,' Naomi thinks, as she sees Hop's frown turn into a cheeky smile.
"Ha! Yeah, Lee is pants at directions," Hop giggles, and Naomi does too, remembering all the times they had to point him in the right directions somewhere. Then again, Leon coming home seems to happen less frequently than he used to...
" Come on, then! You two are already slowpokes, eh?" Carol teases as they run towards Wedgehurst.
"Hey! I'm not slow, that's Naomi!" Hop counters running after them. Naomi just sighs, choosing to ignore Hop's comment, before realizing the two are far ahead of her.
"W-wait! Hold on! Wait for me!" she cries, running as fast as she can to keep up, her bag sloshing around on her back.
Okay, maybe Hop had a point about the bag. But he doesn't need to know that, does he?
