#miles rps

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[Phone call]

The ginger hummed and tossed his holocaster into the air a few times, catching it with less ease than usual, while he awaited his old friend to call. He couldn’t ignore the ways his hand shook from stress. Perhaps talking to Chloe would help...

He flinched as the device vibrated and chirped out an 8-bit tune mid-air when the other trainer’s call came through. Miles cursed and fumbled to catch the stupid thing with his twitching fingers. He managed to get a grip on it and  hit the green button, purposely keeping holo functions off for the moment, and held it up to his ear.

“Heeyyyy....” An awkward tinge laced his tone and he cleared his throat quietly. When was the last time he’d talked to someone from Kalos? “So where you callin’ from these days.” Miles leaned back onto his and Tony’s shitty couch, complete with cigarette burns and food crumbs.

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Cafe Baras in Skirts | Open Thread

"Miles, your break is over in 5!"

The redhead didn't even bother to groan at Nathan, he was sure the dramatic eye roll he gave the head waiter had more than expressed his thoughts. Lazily he shifted his legs off of the bench from the padded booth he'd retreated to for his break. 15 minutes went by way too fast he was sure he had just sat down to relax for a moment! Quickly Miles tipped a mug back and downed the rest of his lukewarm drink as his Sylveon roused from the other end of the booth. The feline stretched out, claws extended, as he woke from his cat nap. Back to work.

It was Miles' last month at Cafe Reverie; the odd battle waiter job he hadn't even applied for had certainly wormed it's way into heart. Despite the uniform the overall atmosphere and his coworkers made the job quite enjoyable. Plus the perk of getting all the day old baked goods pretty much sealed the deal for the ginger.

"Do I got tables already?" The teen stood from the bench and leaned on the front counter as Nathan worked on fixing drinks. He merely grunted as the blond nodded and thumbed over towards his section with a half smile. It was breakfast of course it was busy. "Nevermind...trick question. C'mon Monty." 

The Sylveon mewed up at his trainer with about as much enthusiasm as Miles himself was giving off. Quickly the redhead turned his desire to be lazy down and switched back into work mode as he gathered up a handful of menus with fancy fonts and strode over to one of the tables with a smile that had been created specifically for work. 

"Yo, welcome to Cafe Reverie." His tone was nonchalant as he set the menus down, a sure sign that he'd done exactly that a few hundred times before and was perhaps a bit too comfortable to be 100% professional at any given moment. "Lemme know if I can start'cha off with somethin' right away."

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A Leg to Stand On [closed: Michael]

The redhead waved back into the cafe as he left and clicked the door shut. Another day of training for the new job complete! It hadn't gone too bad, he'd learned how to make a few new drinks that he was sure Tony would want the recipes for. On top of that he felt himself growing more comfortable with being out and around people again, and especially battling. It was a slow change, but one he still just started to pick up on.

Miles hummed and slung his ratty backpack over one of his shoulders. He'd completely stuffed the thing with day old pastries. The cafe might not have been open yet but they were still in the middle of getting food and recipes right so the pastry cases had been stocked. He stifled a yawn with his hand and looked up at the sky as he did so. It was already evening, amazing that the day could really pass that fast.

He smacked his lips once and continued his walk home, cutting through the park like he normally did. The park was generally more quiet at night, meanwhile the streets never seemed to be vacant of people. The less eyes to see him in his uniform the better, so he thought.

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Knee / Chin uou

The hand that patted his knee was reassuring, but as it shifted and held his chin for a few lingering seconds the ginger felt his heart speed up and his cheeks tint red. Miles didn’t want to be rude but he did yank his face away and brush it off as him being a tough guy. 

“Pfft, thanks for listenin’ to me bitch for a while.” The two sat on a park bench near the cafe they both had jobs at. Another day of training at ended and a whole new onslaught of concerns and insecurities had hit Miles like a brick. Thankfully Nathan was open to chatting about such things, he had to be able to trust his boss, right?

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"Do you remember what happened?"

"...No."

Miles stared up at the sky and faintly recognized the way his head ached and throbbed. He blinked slowly and shifted his gaze over to a girl he'd never met before. The redhead closed his eyes for a few seconds to compose himself and then slowly pushed himself up to sit. Well, he was on the ground and his crutches were sprawled around him. Lovely.

"Did I fall?"

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"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you." ( AU I guess :V )

(( don’t gotta be au :3c ))

The redhead’s eye twitched at his friend and her…order? "You ain’t carryin’ my ass, you ain’t strong enough to even lift me.“ Miles leaned back against the bench he’d sat himself on as his leg throbbed unpleasantly. It was another day of overexertion and his ankle had gone and swelled something fierce. It was both lucky and a curse that Chloe stumbled upon him, if only for her silly idea in Miles’ book.

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"Put your arm around me, I'll help you walk." [[I think I found something for them to interact with-]]

Miles cursed as he glared at the broken crutch that sat splintered to his right. He'd caught Tony's Houndoom chewing on one earlier but thought nothing of it at the time. Turns out Prince had gnawed the thing enough for it to break with a bit of added pressure; typical of the ginger's luck. 

The trainer stared up at the man he'd never met before and held a hand out to help him get to his feet first. "Aha, nah no worries man I still got one crutch to haul my ass around."

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[text] Hey, long time no talk. You doing better?

[txt] yooooooo

[txt] eh dafine bettr…

[txt] i gues tho! aint ttly bad or nothn

[txt] how r u tho?