the fighter

The idea of seeing Red around everyone again strangely makes Misty happy. Them all together and catching up like no time had passed. So, of course she tricked him.

She laughs as his hands drag down the sides of his face, nudging him playfully. ❝ It won't be that bad, they're always more fun with friends around. ❞

"w-wait, right now?" he's not in the business of stuttering, he's really starting to become annoyed with himself. nevertheless, he doesn't really have anything else that he needs to do pressingly, at this very moment...

only belatedly does he realize that she might be messing(?) with him, which does disappoint him a little. can he really be trusted to pick a suit all by himself?? he doesn't know the first thing about dressing fancy.

he sighs again, hiding a ruddy blush beneath a gloved hand. why does she have to be cute like that?

"you're right, though. i wouldn't really consider goin' to one of these things if none of my friends were going. still, you gotta admit i'll be so out of place at this thing." he's just a country bumpkin who happens to be really good at battling, misty, what do you want from him?

red flips an amulet coin into the air and then snatches it up with style. he's ready to start hitting up those battles!

@battlered / red said: red + kiss or pass ....for science (ill see myself out lol)meme || accepting!

❝ HUH?!❞

Misty blanches and almost immediately begins to bloom into the colour of a Tamato Berry at the question. She doesn't run for she cannot lie anyway and so averts her eyes shyly.

❝ Y-yeah... ❞ she admits. ❝ For science. ❞

No one judge her. Can she go drown herself now?

“ my policy is an all-out offensive with water-type pokémon! are you ready, sweetie? ”

#𝙰𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴: an independent, private roleplay blog for misty / kasumi from pokémon. canon-complaint and headcanon based. re-vamped nov 2024.

"Camping... yes, just like old times!" She laughs, wondering when they had ever camped together---at least without a world-ending threat hanging over their heads. She wonders how boring that would be: just a bunch of grown up child-heroes without the added spice of adrenaline. Should she try calling Silver? Not that her brother could salvage this camping trip, but at least she'd have someone there to talk to.

And if this little conversation was a preview of what it would be like on their camping get-together, she's going to need someone there. Already, she doesn't know what to say. Was this really how distant they've gotten over the years? Then again, they had never been the kind of friends who poured their hearts out to each other despite whatever they've been through in the past.

"Red..." She sighs, her shoulders dropping slightly. "Is it just me or..." No, she can't tell him her biggest fear, he can't know that she thinks they had nothing connecting them if not for the battles they had to face as children.

they've drifted apart.

talking to green was certainly easier. they always had something or other to discuss about the international battle scene, or each other's travels. even talking to yellow the scarce times that they did still felt more natural, especially because the viridian healer was always so eager to open up to him.

blue, though... he suspects she has her shields up again, expertly maneuvering the conversation away from herself. what happened to make things this way?

he's curious but not willing to push his luck. at this rate, he's desperate to keep the conversation going so he leans into her comment about his height.

"hnn yeah, a little," he acknowledges, brows arched above inquisitive crimson eyes. he's grown over half a foot since they first met, and he now stands at a very average five feet and eight inches of height. blue, meanwhile, barely reaches the top of his shoulders.

idly, a hand comes to rest on the top of his head, flattening his aforementioned spiky hair. twenty-two years of life and he still hasn't figured out how to tame it. "you haven't changed at all, though. dare i say... you're still pocket-sized."

Cue the small tinge of suspicion from the delivery girl. Though it wasn't the distrusting kind. More that his choice of words didn't quite match. Then again, she always did have trouble with her memory. It was a miracle she could even get her packages to their intended destination. Speaking of which, beside her was a shopping bag filled with styrofoam boxes of various takeout meals, her hand clutching around the thin plastic handle.

"I guess so, but if you were really that ordinary than you would have blended in more with the crowd," and thus even missing more of his opportunity to score the delicious musabi snack.

At least she was right that Red was visiting Alola. The island did get a lot of tourist. Indeed the question was asked "Oh? Then where are you from anyways?" There, that should help her get more hints on who he was. Even the sound of his voice was slightly familiar. Perhaps one she heard in passing somewhere. The radio? TV? The ones in the Pokecenter café often would record and play stuff from other regions.

Though it wasn't so much his appearance rather than his outburst that caught her attention. Especially one relating to food.

Speaking of which...

"Ehhhh...are you sure??"

Oh no, the food from the stalls did smell so good. Maybe she should really take a break. She pensively stared down the street trying to ignore the fact her own stomach was starting to growl lightly. She breathed out a sigh knowing very well her own body was betraying her will to finish her job. The deliveries could wait a bit longer, right?

despite the crowds, the streets of konikoni city are wide enough that they can make their way without much issue. red eyes each of the stalls caredully as they pass them.

"i'm from kanto originally. spent most of my life there, though i've been traveling to other regions recently." a particularly scrumptious-smelling stall catches his eye and he signals for lynn to stop so he can check out the menu.

"mana... pua?" he sounds out the name of the local specialty, which looks very much like a steamed bun. the aroma of sweet cooked pork makes his gut do somersaults.

"excuse me, can we have a couple of those, please?" he flags the vendor and then reaches for his wallet; it's a worn leather case that's clearly seen better days.