#mouka;

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((let's be super brave and send number 16 in for the good old mouka and sylv and hope it is isn't super scary)

16. a pickup line from my character to yours

Slumping forward, knuckles pressed on either side of his hips, he levels a stare upon the purple gremlin. Pulling his arms up into his lap, elbows resting to his knees so he can prop his chin into his palms, he releases a little grunt from his nose. 

"Yo, Bright Eyes," he begins, eyes slanted. "...are you, like. A cupcake?" He thinks he's being smooth; "Y'know. 'Cause you're...so damn sweet. Y'geddit?" He leans up, "'Cause cupcakes are sweet? Y-eaaah." 

Fucking horrific.

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11

11. a massage from my character

This is certainly new. The bear's large enough for him to perch on, one long arm looped around the creature's shoulders, while the knuckles of his free hand knead into the muscle between the furred animal's shoulder blades. While his hands work, his tail bounces behind him; a fire type's heat is valuable during the colder weather, and Mouka can't believe he isn't charging for it.

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Irritated quiet grunts, arms folded—;

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oh I know how babehs are made. doesn't mean you cant adopt a poor, little, homeless pokemon. and don't try to hide the fact you are totally smitten with sylvian. its quite obvious now you two are in absolute lovey dovey looooooovvvveeeeee

"Don’t assume things like that, man; makes you look silly when y’get it wrong. There ain’t nothin’ lovey-dovey between us.”

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so mouka when are you and sylvian going get married? or like have a child? its obvious you two are going to get there really soon. you know the saying. first comes love. then comes marriage. then comes a baby in a wagon carriage. Though you two were already married soooooooo wheres that babeh~

"I fed him, where’s this ‘really soon’ comin’ from?” The monkey grumbles, waving a hand in embarrassment, partially hiding his face. “Did y’momma never tell you how babies are made, eh?”

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askfrizzythefroslass

"Don’t see many ice-types!" Mouka almost chortles, interested in this appearance. Another Sinnoh Pokémon, on top of that! "Not ‘round here, nope. Hardly ever."

He'd hardly be this friendly if he was aware of the harassment the Froslass subjected Sylvian to.

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fayleen

Word. There's certainly been a few coming and going as of recent, and Mouka's far from bored of the new faces. One in particular catches his attention-- and he loosely curls his fingers to his palms, resting his knuckles to his own chest. It's a weird sort of little greeting. He'd do such a thing verbally, usually; but humans don't understand pokéspeak, do they? So he speaks with his hands.

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pintsizedsableye:

Well this wasn’t something that exactly the Pokemon he wanted to see, though there were plenty of similarities between him and the Monferno. If anything, the one most notable feature was the difference in height. This guy was easily double his height. Was it possible that Mouka had evolved while Sylvian was away? That was something that could happen in basically a blink as far as Sylvian knew, not like he’d ever be able to experience it for himself.

Brother? Whew, a sigh of relief from the poor little Sableye. Now he wouldn’t have to deal with his little crush being a lot more intimidating. Sylvian took a few steps forwards, ears twitching a few times over. He supposed that this larger monkey would follow him inside him as well. Awh well, if need be Sylvian could just drag Mouka back out with him. 

A quick glance up to the Infernape along with a quick nod of appreciation as he stepped behind the curtain. He felt slightly… Intrusive to just enter their supposed home already. He opened his mouth, prepared to call out for Mouka, but quickly decided again it as not to be annoying at all. He’s sure his greeter would go and grab the Monferno with much less noise anyways. 

The infernape sets a bored gaze upon the sableye. Was the other pokémon just going to stand there? He drops his arms to his side from their previous place, folded over his chest, releasing a gruff sigh from his nostrils. He just tips his head back, but keeps his sharp gaze fixed on the sableye, proceeding to call out for the younger sibling. He's about as loud as Sylvian may have been if he did choose to call out. After silence settles, it's once again broken by the patter of feet-- obviously rushing to see what the older simian needed him for.

Confusion written over his face as he stands partially obscured by another curtain, swiftly fading into a clumsy sort of pleased when he notices the Imp besides his brother's leg. A fleeting glance up to his brother earns him the simple response of; "company," before the infernape turns on his heels and disappears back into the shop, apparently not one for making friends or keeping up his own conversations.

"Hey," the younger greets, only after a moment of silence of being alone with Sylvian. His lips curl up into a boyish grin, and he makes a jerking motion with his head. Ear to shoulder, inviting the sableye in. "Didn't think I'd see ya here again so soon! Find the box that key opens already?" Letting out a half-laugh, he disappears behind the curtain briefly, poking his head back out with a; "Man, come in, come on; brother's watchin' the shop. Sorry if he, like, was sorta rude to you. Dun' really like ghost types, y'see-- but, hey, I'm eatin' right now, on break; you wanna join me? Plenty t'go around."