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[alolanfire-blog]

Kiawe had responsibilities to care of, errands to run. The last thing he wanted to see was a stranger outside the PokéMart sporting the telltale outfit of a Team Skull grunt. This was why he approached the stranger with a somewhat angry expression etched into his features.

“Are you about to make any trouble around here?” He demanded gruffly, without so much as a preamble. “Because I really don’t have time for any Team Skull shit right now.”

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Moon had always found sickly sweet love to be revolting. It was nothing but the act of fools who needed something to pass the time before moving on to their next plaything. It wasn’t much different than her, but they  were painfully less aware. Of course, it had it’s uses to her, after all, it acted as effective bait to pull in idiotic men who thought a kind act was the same as romantic interest.

For Xavier though? It seemed she was slowly becoming somewhat of an idiot, herself. 

“Is that so? Bold words for someone who hasn’t even recovered from getting a flower,” she said poking his still pink cheeks in retaliation. “Well....I’ guess I’d like to see you try,”

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“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.” Xavier comes through the others hair to pull a few leaves out. “I’m surprised they didn’t burn.” He laughed, only joking. (lookinlikefoolz)

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Unsurprisingly Kiawe’s first instinct was to jerk his head away, or worse, to swat at the blond’s well-meaning hand. Instead he stood his ground and kept his cool. Once Xavier proffered the offending leaves, he even managed to produce a smile, though a tentative one. Kiawe wasn’t exactly used to such a display—at least not from anyone apart from Mimo or, on a bad day, his mother. It showed a kind of caring or even intimacy that the trial captain simply wasn’t used to.

As had become a customary part of his interactions with Xavier, he flushed deeply. “Ah... thanks, I guess.”

He ran a hand through his hair, spiky as usual despite the breeze, then decided to change tack. Perhaps he could turn some of Xavier’s ‘tactics’—the ones that always seemed to leave him tongue-tied, or worse, flustered—back on him. Turn the tables, so to speak. The fact that he was viewing their exchange almost like a pokémon battle in itself escaped Kiawe entirely.

“You’d think a few leaves here or there’d make me look rugged. What do you think?” With that, he struck a pose—half in jest and half absolutely serious—flexing his biceps for Xavier’s benefit.

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[autotomise]

“Yo, Mo! Get over here you tall beanstalk you!” Xavier quickly nearly squeezes the life out of Mo in a hug, grinning. “Sorry I haven’t been here in a while, the Boss has been holding me up.” He stopped squeezing the poor boy, and he put his hands on his hips. “You haven’t missed me too much, have you?” He chuckled. Murky softly rubbed her cheek against Mo’s, happy to see him again. (lookinlikefoolz)

Despite having the air crushed out of him like a paper bag, Mo’s still smiling. “Yeah, it’s great to see you again, Xav!” He gently scratches Murky’s head – it’s kind of nice to see she remembers him. 

The smile that was previously surprised and jubilant shifts to become slightly bashful. “Yeah, I… I missed you a lot. How have you been?” He chuckles softly. “Haven’t been getting into any trouble, have you?”

[autotomise]

There was a knock at his door, and when he would open it there was a rather large present. When Mo would open it, Xavier would jump up and squeeze Mo in a hug. “Happy Birthday, yo! I didn’t just get myself for your Birthday, don’t worry.” He chuckled, letting go, digging around in his backpack, and he pulled out a sewn picture frame of Mo and the Chargabugs playing. “I got some help from the Ariadoses for this. I really hope you like it.” He smiled. (lookinlikefoolz)

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Not one, but two people jumping out of things today? This is turning out to be one hell of a birthday. 

Getting his breath back from the hug (he’s sure Xavier is going to break one of his ribs someday), he appraises the picture frame with equal measures of surprise and gratitude. It’s not something he would’ve expected to receive from him, but if there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that Xav is full of surprises.

“Thank you, Xavier. You didn’t need to come all this way to give me this, but I really appreciate it. Thank you so much.”

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“ ’s That, Murky I spy?”

[autotomise]

“Y-Yo, Mo? Ahah... I may have fucked up...” Xavier was covered in bruises, and he had a black eye. He had his bandana up around his mouth for once because his lip was also bleeding a bit. He had self bandaged his hands, since he had been fighting back and his knuckles were bruised a bit too. “Hah... I... may need a favor?” He looked nervous. His Murkrow was nervously rubbing its cheek into Xavier’s, she was extremely worried about him. (lookinlikefoolz)

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Without realising, Mo’s hand flies up to his mouth, and his eyes widen in shock.

“Xavier?! What… what happened to you? You look awful, you – who hurt you? Why would they – ?”

Asking questions won’t help, and he knows this. Shaking his head slowly, he beckons Xavier inside, quietly hoping they have enough supplies in the medicine cabinet to treat his wounds. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up first, alright?”

[autotomise]

“H-heeeey... Mo.. can you uhhh.. come pick me up? I got so slammed that I can barely stand and I need help... got into a bar fight an’ uh.. one of my arms are kinda uhh... broken? I guess haha I don’t know, it was craaazy man..” Xavier’s voice was extremely slurred and slow, he was, indeed, slammed. What the hell, Xavier. (lookinlikefoolz)

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He’s just drifting off to sleep, sprawled on his back on his bed (which is something of an achievement, considering how often he’s crashed on the sofa lately), when his phone rings.

Annoyance surges through him, followed through the door by concern; whoever’s calling him, it’s likely something serious. Seeing Xavier’s contact name show up on the screen does nothing to assuage his anxiety.

As he listens to the situation, something in him sinks, slow and sickening. Concern blossoms into frantic worry; if he doesn’t get there soon, who knows what’s gonna happen to him? He could get hurt even more, or someone could drug him, or beat him up, or –

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Calm. He needs you calm. Don’t stress it.

“Okay. Hang in there, and don’t get into any more fights. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Where are you right now?”