it’s still cold in kalos, despite it being spring. at least he hasn’t snowed lately... there’s just been a lot of rain. when he steps into the café, he sheds his over coat and puts it on the hanger near the door, blue eyes scanning the establishment for a familiar head of pink hair.
ah, there she is.
he slides silkily into the chair across from malva, folding his hands on the surface of the table.
` hello. `











