Frosty's Friends

“Get real! You should be the one worried about the sun.” Sora shook his head with a grin. Terra was foolish to underestimate him. Everyone was. He might be small but, he was fast and that made all the difference in the sand. He knew how not to slide around in it and to keep good traction.

Without any warning, Sora threw the ball up and spiked it over the net with a little help of some flowmotion just to make his point. 

Well, Sora did have a good first shot. The determination not to lose, and the desire to prove Terra wrong was clear based off his first hit alone. Though if he thought Terra would fumble that easily, he was sorely mistaken.

In fact, Terra was so confident that he wouldn’t start moving until it was almost too late. In a flash, he darts directly to the ball’s location, almost quicker than the eye could track, and slams it back to Sora in a high arc towards the sky. Though it would never be a good plan to send it so high, Terra had a plan anyways should he return it with a power spike.

   Paying? Oh — um — that… But Lowain was already talking ahead, Gran obviously questioning the name and looking suspicious until the end, even if the notion of fighting some made up enemy caused them to smile. Oh well, they already offered. “ Following rumor’s what we’re best at, lead the way ! “ they announce, even if they take a few seconds to gather their things. “ Just don’t ask them for their secrets to recreate them — I don’t think the crew can handle that. “

“Sweeeeet!” Lowain cheers when his offer’s accepted. He’d be eating great tonight! He couldn’t wait to become a human garbage disposal! He would have invited the entire crew if it weren’t for the fact that he could tell that Gran was a little worried when Lowain mentioned ‘paying’. So maybe next time they’d invite more people. Since it was an impromptu thing, it was only fair they didn’t save up to go to this infamous restaurant.

With a spring in his step, he begins to lead the way, humming happily. “Oh yeah, can’t wait for shrimp, salad, bonitos, hamburger steaks, cakes, everything. A dude’s gonna feel so nice after! Yeah!” He obviously didn’t care much about his volume, despite it being quite loud and energetic.

Just as they’re about to enter the trash can shaped restaurant, which was an odd shape of building, Lowain’d admit, he stops dead in his tracks, almost making Gran crash into them.

“Well, as long as everything is documented, then I guess that’s okay.” Finding a successor huh? That was a problem that Koko could relate to having. After all he had to finding a new Kahuna was always going to be a thing, and he was lucky that it usually in the same family. 

Still, could Volkner just look for specialists in one area rather than find another him? Eh, Koko decided not to comment on that considering how little he knew about it.

“Sure, if you put your mind to it you probably could.” Although Koko didn’t bother to give the exact probability. Push ups were far more difficult to do than sit ups after all.

“No need for timing, just make sure you do them properly.” Nine times out of ten a newbie doesn’t do a push up right. Not to mention that most people can’t do push ups for more than 10 minutes.

“Then let’s get this over with.” He’s gonna give Koko a bit of a sneer at the ‘100′ comment. He was definitely not hitting that. Even if he were physically capable, chances are, Volkner would get bored after a while and simply sleep on the floor. He would already be in a sort of laying position, so it wouldn’t be too far fetched.

The electric specialist begins, minimal effort put in at first, easily racking up 10, then 20. “Am I followin’ your lofty expectations now, sir?” His attitude’s definitely sarcastic, very much annoyed by this one activity. He’s not trying to be rude, but it’s a bit of a motivator at this point.

 Push ups were NOT his favorite by any means. Still, he was trying to prove a point to himself and his athletic prowess. And for someone that slept so much, he thought he was doing a great job.

Grimsley is holding back a mocking chuckle as best as he possibly can. He’s not even trying to be mean, but. “What’s the matter? Didn’t think I’d say yes?~”

He can’t help it. Volkner looks so surprised! As if all of this wasn’t his very own idea, he’d dare to say. He’s kind of cute, though. But that’s exactly the reason why Grimsley can’t turn down the chance to tease him a little about it. It’s an habit that has been with him for a long time and it’ll take an even longer while, for sure, to brush it off.

On the other hand, and before he can see it coming, it’s his turn to open his eyes wide and stare into the other man’s also blue ones.

“Kanto, ah?… Do you want to go to Kanto with me?” The region had an active Game Corner, so it always was pretty attractive for him to pay a visit to. But it was the part that followed after what shocked him. “Huh… I thought Flint was your friend”

Now, thanks to him, the name of the fire-type Elite is wandering around his mind. Alongside with a few questions. Which he saves for when he’s finished shaking his head, of course. Also, after gesturing lazily to tell him his suitcase remained completely untouched since his arrival the night before.

“Understood. All professionalism aside, I suppose. Does that makes us… friends?~”

“Bull. I knew you’d probably have a reason to say yes. But. Not exactly the most thorough when it comes to this sorta thing. Usually just wing it.” Why wouldn’t Grimsley wanna go with him? He was pretty cool and casual, and could totally watch the guy bet his heart out at any gaming place. He knew damn well what he was doing suggesting Kanto of all places. He was certainly smarter than he made himself out to be.

“Flint is my friend, don’t be mistaken.” He gives Grimsley’s shoulder a playful yet somewhat forceful shove, then shakes his head.  “Nah, just too excitable. Almost like I need a leash for the guy. Talks to random strangers too, so embarrassing...” He grumbles. Volkner knew better than to go to foreign places with Flint now. It was just too awkward and bothersome to reign Flint in sometimes. He knew Grimsley could be mischievous too, but certainly much lower energy than Flint could be.

“When did I get upgraded to Kaoru?” Spoken as a joke but he also sounds genuinely surprised. 

Couldn’t at least be more casual with a nickname rather than his name alone? It makes it seem like they knew each other better than they did. Ah well, whatever. Formalities weren’t something he particularly cared about. Back to the main topic at hand.

Brown-grey eyes would widen as the other pounces at him. With every fiber in his being, Kaoru dodges to the side — he’s way too use to this with Rei so it’s almost instinctual as he watches the brunet drop onto the ground. Sorry, Chiaki, Kaoru doesn’t particularly feel like the embrace of a catboy. 

“Don’t go getting the wrong idea, Moricchi— Cats are alright but I don’t love them. Especially ones that boys pretending to be cats. Maybe you should go try that with Senacchi? —     Eugh, we’re getting off-topic. If you’re a cat, then where would a cat go on school grounds?”

“A long time ago, I decided on using your first name. Not good with coming up with nicknames, you see, so I figured I’d show my personal endearment in the same way that you do by calling me Moricchi!” At least, he thought it was affection, even though Kaoru had a habit of calling others by anything but their first or last name as it was...

Somehow, though his pounce is dodged, Chiaki lands quite naturally on all fours. Maybe he really was part cat. Or, more likely, his superhero training regimen had improved his reflexes.

“Sena always complains about that sorta thing. But you’re probably right. I know he’s got a soft spot for cats. Maybe it’d be best to call him to help with a lost cat... Mmm.” He contemplates this for a moment, bouncing from foot to foot as he thinks on the spot. 

Catch me having dipped on this blog for my allotted 10 days or so. Vacation over, drafts and fun beginning again.

Much to his own surprise, Grimsley is caught at the middle of a stretching of both of his arms and a sigh of relief. Which, of course, he can’t help sucking in response to Volker’s sudden demand.

“My. Bossy, huh?” He’s caught completely out of guard, but he slowly allows himself to smirk while placing a hand on his own waist. The other, grabbing the suitcase by its handle. “Just so you know, it was a business trip. I didn’t enjoy it that much, but that’s what makes you so lucky~”

“I’m in, man. Where are we going?”

“I didn’t think this through.” He’s quiet for a moment, blue eyes widening as he was actually taken up on his offer. There weren’t many regions he truly wanted to go visit right now, but... 

“Kanto. I haven’t actually been to explore in ever. And I trust your company enough that it won’t be as annoying as if I went with a loudmouth like Flint. Would never explore Kanto alone, but with you, yeah. So come. If you got stuff packed, or should I wait a bit?” He was really trying hard to make it a point that Volkner considered Grimsley a friend. Curse him being bad at encouraging and thoughtful words!

-He answered that with a short laugh.-

It’s not flattery if it’s the truth, I always say. One cannot help the reputation they obtain through their good work and I’m glad to be in good company where that’s concerned. For this kind of project, using anyone less than the best could be disastrous and dangerous, so it eases my worries that you’re at least willing to listen to my proposition.

-He opened his mouth to respond, but found the words evaporated from his tongue at the rather poignant supposition Volkner provided. He faltered slightly in his attempt to recover, then laughed at himself and shook his head.-

Forgive me, but I’m afraid my reputation is rather a good deal more boring than all that. I’m a businessman invested in the modernization of Goldenrod City in Johto. My work has so far included the construction and operation of the new Department Store as well as a Game Corner that’s just recently opened up. Now, it’s my hope to erect a train station in the city in preparation for a transregional locomotive that runs primarily on magnet propulsion. That’s where you come in.

“So be it. No shame in havin’ a boring upbringing. It’s not that important, but even the most boring backstories could be the most fascinating to someone else. I’m not judgin’ on that. But if I had to comment, I’d say that doesn’t sound at all boring.” Then again, Volkner was into modernization and it was currently his passion project to bring Sinnoh into modern times. Sounded like Johto could use some help with that. If he was given permission, Volkner would most likely happily oblige.

The prospect of a magnet train sounded more than beneficial. The environment, the money, the convenience... It would all benefit from something like that, which made Volkner even more inclined to agree.

Was this how Jayce treated everyone he met? Thats all Varus could wonder, it was inexcusable how this man was acting. A human really shouldn’t make him feel like this. Was it hate? Anger? God he couldn’t tell. He should shoot him right here, right now on this spot. But he didn’t. Why didn’t he? The darkin was unsure whether it was because he wanted to keep a low profile or if he actually lik- no. He shouldn’t even consider that thought, suppressing his feelings was definitely the best way to get rid of them. Wait, shit, he asked him a question he should probably answer that and not get lost in his damned thoughts  He clears his throat after a moment of silence. “My name is Varus.” “All you need to know about me is that I like typical Ionian stuff. Meditating. Hunting. Nature. Navel brothers and shit like that. The occasional cup of tea” He avoids eye contact with Jayce, sounding utterly annoyed. Honest to god he could never remember those stupid group names. Those didn’t matter right now though, right now he just needed to focus on not getting arrested, as he fidgets nervously with his gloves. Sure, he likely hasn’t committed any crimes here yet. But what if they knew of what he’s done elsewhere? Could they arrest him for that? Ugh. Laws and Justice in Runeterra were stupid.  “So I take it you’re some sort of authority along with Vi? Is it a dual leadership sort of deal or…?”

“Varus. That’s a name I haven’t heard before. Well, can’t be surprised, with the world bein’ so big.” He shrugs his shoulders, much more willing to accept that as the truth. Why wouldn’t it be? He kinda looked like a Varus, if that were even possible. Okay, so that was one truth so far.

What followed next, Jayce could surmise, was also truth. Now we’re getting somewhere. He would have responded, noticing the lack of eye contact, but then he was asked if he was partners with Vi, causing Jayce to get heated, jumping back a bit. “ME? Partners with HER? Hell no. She and Cait are the police force around here. I’m just... The local superman that happens to know both Cait and Vi very well and we hang out a lot. I’m more like a vigilante though, except handsomer, and a lot more successful.” And then to top off this ridiculous act, Jayce puts a hand on Varus’s chest to stop him, then Jayce poses in what he believes to be a hunky superhero pose.

Salty?! Sora inwardly shuddered. While his counterpart and the majority of his friends all loved sea salt ice cream, Sora didn’t really understand the hype. He’d much rather have strawberry or something sweet. He’d eat the sea salt to be polite but,… an even saltier version? That just sounded like the worst kind of punishment.

Sora’s brows stuck in a determined scowl as he stuck out his hand to Terra to shake. “Deal.” No matter the consequence, Sora was a seventeen year old boy. He never backed down from a challenge. This was beach volleyball. He hadn’t lost before and he refused to lose to Terra on his home turf.

“I said what I said. Can you believe there’s even saltier?” Terra wasn’t interested in succumbing to such a punishment. He would absolutely try his hardest to avoid the super salty ice cream.

It was a good thing Sora was easily persuaded. Such taunts were so easily taken as bait. Sora was young and competitive, and it might have been Terra taking advantage of such facts to bait Sora into such a ridiculous bet. He did have to get rid of that ice cream sooner or later though. He’d try to be only a little sorry for Sora when they would have to down such an awful ‘treat’.

The culprit was having breakfast at the large dining table the man owned, because he supposedly had so many visitors over that he needed a ten ft long table… Ezreal unceremoniously plundered the defender’s kitchen for something to start his morning with ending up with a simple bowl of cereal and some orange juice, way too lazy to actually make a solid meal. He was groggy, his hair still a mess and dressed in his casual PJ’s, a beige T-shirt paired with actual checkered moss-colored pajama pants. Earthy tones, but a strange combination. He didn’t mind his morning appearance though, not like Jayce was anyone special.

He lifted his head to meet the other’s gaze, continuing to chew on the spoonful of crisp he just shoved into his mouth. He cocked an eyebrow at the brunette’s tone of voice. Was he serious?  He just got out of bed a minute ago- how long had Jayce been up already?

   ❝ Hrm- I dunno, boxers? ❞    He mumbled, resting his head in his hand with his elbow propped up on the table. It was a wild guess at of course the most absurd item of clothing, but not unrealistic. He wasn’t actually going to get a scolding for this right…? He was twenty for christ’s sake.

“Oh, we have a winner!” Jayce’s voice is high and mighty, thick with sarcasm and amusement. Sure enough, Ezreal’s dirty laundry was on the floor and Jayce couldn’t let it go. What a pain if this were to continue. 

He takes a step closer, somehow much more awake and put together than Ezreal. It wasn’t exactly that early, at least in Jayce’s opinion it wasn’t. Regardless, he doubted that the garments in question had only recently been left there, and more than likely were abandoned more than a day ago. Which meant, Ezreal really just didn’t wanna pick up after himself.

“I did tell you that’cha needed to keep things cleaned if you’re staying here. Especially considering I might have a date over every now and then. I don’t want them seeing something like this and thinking I live like this. You understand, don’t you?” Jayce tosses them back at the blonde, shaking his head then folding his arms across his chest in a judgmental manner.