#p;ha

[exadvxjinyoung]

[ / ; hanging around ] — sdw + jjy

With much protest, Jinyoung finally was able to stick one of his party members in a PC box, so that he may go out and catch the Duskull he saw loitering on the gym premises. He had no intentions of replacing anyone in his party with it, but his urges for a new ghost to add to his ever-growing collection could not be restrained. Thankfully, the actual capturing part was simple enough, what with Grayson's poisonous tongue on his side. After patting the purple creature for a job well down, the gym leader scooped up the Poke Ball, cooing a greeting to his new companion.

Still, the thought of placing the Pokemon in a PC box to rot, when it could flourish into something more powerful, bothered the male and he pondered on what to do with the miniature grim reaper, whose name was now Nigma. Then he remembered there was a daycare center nearby, that would do the raising for him, who didn't have much time on his hand, training his already packed team and all. The Poke Ball rested on his belt, while he made a trip, only getting lost twice on the way, which was certainly a new record for him.

Once he walked in the door, he was immediately taken aback by the tall, handsome man standing behind the front counter. Fingers practically itched to tuck a lock of long brunette hair behind an ear. And before Jinyoung could realize what was happening, he was grinning, specks of pink dotting his cheeks. It wasn't typical for him to feel shy, but nerves danced about, as he approached the counter. "H-hello-- I have a Pokemon here and I was wondering if I could drop it off?"

[exhdxsungyeol]

ϟ hesitant aliens ― cjh ✖ lsy

At the age of twenty-four, Sungyeol had never been to a party. And as the sweaty crowd, along with background music that consisted of more wubs than words, surrounded him, he's not sure as to why he decided to attempt otherwise. A cup was shoved in his hands ages ago, but the color is akin to unhealthy urine and the smell was even worse, not to mention the warning from his younger, socially normal brother about not accepting drinks from strangers, so the liquid was poured down the kitchen sink. In order not to be offered anything else, a glass of Coke is obtained and held far away from any possible troublesome hands.

With his back up against the wall, the lanky male immediately turned into a spectator, wondering when he started to feel like he was watching an animal documentary, as opposed to a group of human beings. Bodies were pressed up against each other, hips moving purposefully, and awkwardness grew in the pit of his stomach, having never witnessed so much physical affection before in his entire existence. Would he be a failure, if he went home? Obviously, there was nothing here for him, and there was a Super Smash Bros. 3DS demo calling his name. Quarter-sized eyes connected with the front door, willing the sea of people to part, so that he may make his escape.

But then, a new presence is noticed, one that took on a similar position to himself, same dark, bubbly liquid lining their glass. Amazingly, the other is taller than himself, and it dazzled Sungyeol for a moment, since in his native Hongdae, he had never met someone with longer limbs. The need to speak was weighty, and maybe the party atmosphere created a false liquid courage in the typically shy nerd, so he leaned in to mutter the most perfect greeting. "What's your favorite Pokemon?" Smooth.