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Gordie: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Milo: Wasn't Piers with you?

Piers: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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@obsiidianblu​ brought a gift!

Right outside of Milo's door stood Gordie, flustered and a bit nervous. With a bouquet of colorful daisies in hand, shielded from the blizzard the best he could manage... and a wrapped present in the other, he kind of had to tap the door with his boot in order to knock. He hoped Milo liked what he had gotten for him... inside of that present rested a very nice, warm knitted cardigan of beige and green. Something to keep Milo just a little warmer when he came to visit. Patiently, he would wait.

❦ With his family out of the region for the holidays and his Pokémon mostly hibernating through the cold, Milo was alone. It was his first season on his own, and no amount of independence would make it feel less awkward.

Thankfully, a rhythmic tapping at the door alerted the grass specialist.

Concerned for whoever would come to visit during such a treacherous weather, Milo opened the door only to find Gordie, shivery and bundled at his porch. “Gordie! Heavens, did you travel down here in this storm?!” The thought of grabbing a flying taxi in such heavy snow is terrifying. Milo is quick to usher the blond in, immediately trying to help him out of his snow soaked coat. “You big fool, what’s gotten into you to come to Turffield in a day like this?” Such is his concern for his dear partner that Milo somehow doesn’t immediately take notice of the gifts. He’s so much more worried about getting the chilly Gordie closer to the hearth and warmed by the on-going fire.

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@obsiidianblu​ wished for a waltz:

"Might I have this dance, my dearest?" The smooth, slick tone may have come as a surprise, as Gordie had murmured it from behind his peach, just above their ear. Two hands met with Milo's shoulders, teasingly massaging them for a brief few seconds. "You look great, by the way." A snicker. Garbed in his own tux of a beautiful, pure white, he hoped Milo would feel the same for him. He even has his hair slicked back! "But, y'know, you always look great."

Milo all but jumped up where he stood, startled that anyone had gotten so close while he’d been distracted. He can’t help but chuff on his laughter, glancing back to his boyfriend with a look that failed to be scolding. “Gordie, you’re lucky I wasn’t holding anything!” His reprimand lacks any bite.

Turning to properly admire Gordie in his well poised attire, Milo can’t help the way his expression softens, his cheeks matching the shade of his hair when complimented. “Thank you...” He begins quietly, the statement distant as he much favored his distraction instead. It is with painful honesty that the farmer moves in, takes his date by the hand, and brings Gordie’s knuckles up so he might kiss them. “You’re fantastic.” The words are a ginger sweet hum which Milo presses against his partner’s skin.

“... I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer though.” His sheepish addition comes as a playful reminder that this was still simple little Milo decked up in a fancy ballroom.

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“Can’t believe I need to look for a nanny for Piers and Gordie since neither can be trusted without supervision...”

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@obsiidianblu​ sent a friend for a hug:

ஐ Gordie is gonna gently hand over Squirt to Milo. No, Squirt doesn't weigh much, about 50 pounds, but it wasn't about the weight. It was about love! "I think Squirt wants you to pat him, Milo... heck, I think he might've missed you more than I did!" Gordie let a snicker weep from his toothy grin, and Squirt would happily wiggle in the other's arms. "Shu-u-uck!"

❦ Squirt was a familiar little buddy, despite the damage he could do to Milo’s flowers. The farmer chuckled down at the Shuckle once Gordie handed him over, freeing one arm in order to run his fingers in an indulgent little scratch under the Pokémon’s chin.

“Oh, did he now? You sure he wasn’t missing my carnations more than me? He liked having them for dinner when we last met.” Despite his teasing, Milo knew all too well that Squirt was likely the friendliest a shy little Shuckle could get. Certain to dote upon his passenger with plenty petting and scratching, Milo still found an opportunity to inch his way closer to Gordie and lean close, kissing the blond’s cheek. “’Sides, just ‘cause he missed me more doesn’t mean you didn’t either. So here’s a little something for you, Gordie!”

Milo really couldn’t help the way he smiled through the kiss either.

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@obsiidianblu​ wanted an honest opinion:

🌸!!

❦ Gordie has a style to him that has always left Milo starstruck. It may have been a long time coming, but the blond has become confident in his own body and it shows. Gordie’s got a fashionable flash, a lightness on his feet, a glint in his grin and eyes that is incredibly attractive and Milo would be a fool not to mention as much.

As they’ve grown closer, Milo has also learned to appreciate the amount of effort Gordie puts into everything. Be it his Pokémon, his work as a gym leader, his family; Gordie dedicates his greatest efforts into all he does and Milo respects that. He understands the amount of energy that requires and Gordie’s feats are always impressive to him.

Finally, Milo has the rare opportunity to see a part of Gordie’s personality which is rarely publicized. He gets to see Gordie being bashful, awkward, sweet, soft; aspects that do not immediately marry well with the proposed image of the rock leader. As such, the farmer appreciates these gentle gestures and all that comes along with them. Getting to know every part of Gordie... He could think of little else that he’d love quite as much.

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@obsiidianblu​ had a little peek: 

“Oh” 👀

2. My Muse popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage

❦ Usually, Milo would defer to more flexible fabrics - breathable preferably - for his everyday chores. Alas, the latest rains have made it so laundry doesn’t dry quite as well as he’d hoped, nor does he have much time to go about it. A button-up shirt would suffice today, though it’d been a while since he’d last worn it. Truth be told, it was... a little taut.

Still, if he kept the collar open, that’d be fine, yes?

He’d just finished shutting off the gate behind himself, his Wooloo safely grazing upon the fresh grasses ahead, when he spotted Gordie over the fences. It was always pleasant to see the blond and Milo was never one to mask his excitement for the company. “Gordie! Over here!” He called onto the other’s attention, lifting one arm high overhead in a wave, testing the limits of his already tenuous shirt-

A resounding pop was all the warning offered before two full buttons busted from their restraints, revealing a good bit more chest than ever intended.

Milo practically squeaked with surprise, his arm darting back down, taking hold of his hat and using it to save himself from further embarrassment. Not that there was much hope of that, seeing as he just flashed his poor boyfriend with surprise titties.

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Lights went out and @obsiidianblu​ got stuck…

☀Dark Light. :o

“Apparently it’s town-wide. No one’s sure what happened, but they estimate some three hours until energy’s back.” Milo’s admission was punctuated with plenty of embarrassment. A nice private date with his boyfriend, and the heavens chose this particular instance to send down their most torrential rain, cutting off all semblance of power in so doing.

“...” Still, Milo wasn’t one to let this take the best of him. “... Gordie? take the candle out to the porch. I’ll prep our plates.”

“Town’s all dark... no better opportunity to stargaze!”