Singing I Lo-Lo-Love you~

In between messages, Memory pulled out a composition notebook and started brainstorming lyrics for a new song. The notebook itself was filled with doodles and notes written in various different colors. Sections were underlined while others were scribbled over. She had barely written a line when her pokenav buzzed.

{txt} Well you better! You shouldn’t be working yourself too hard. If you’re overworked, then you won’t be able to work your best! {/txt}

His parents had finally gotten around to leaving taking the Persain with them. that left the entire afternoon for him to explore the town… Great.  He checked his rotomphone again and sighed, he’d made Memory wait awhile this time maybe he shouldn’t respond. It’d probably seem like he was ignoring her or something. Although, if he really did not reply at this point he would be ignoring her, albeit, not on purpose. Arceus he hated these types of situations. He gave it a few more minutes to make the task seem important then sent a text. [txt] Sorry friend got whisked away to a private party with my parents. I weaseled my way out of it so. Now I’ve got the rest of the day to myself.[txt]

the next text he sent without thinking or without really planning on what he’d ask next.

A good 45 minutes had passed, but Memory hardly noticed the time. Writing down new lyrics when they’re thought up was really important; who knows, they may be the next big hit! Humming softly, she worked on her song. Making sure she used the right words and that it all flows was a challenge, but one she had been working on for a long time. 

When her pokenav finally buzzed again, Rutabega woke up. “Good morning sleepy head.” Memory chuckled, then checked her pokenav. “Oh wow, it’s been that long! I should be heading back.” She started packing her things while reading Dex’s text. Once everything was in her bag, she replied.

The waitress giggled, setting a small plate of cookies among them, “Here you go, compliments of my Nana, the bakery chef. She loves seeing young people in the restaurant. And my Papa will have your food out in just a bit.”

“To achieving our dreams and happy times, and free cookies!”

“Well, it seems we’re off to a good start!”

A huge smile showed on her face when cookies made their way onto the table. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” Free cookies! Nothing could beat free cookies. Taking a bite, Memory hummed. “They’re so good~!”

The twins listened as Memory spoke. Hunter nuzzled Lavender back. Listening to her talk so lovingly about her parents made them a little homesick.

“That’s so sweet,” Alice cooed, “I bet your mom is really proud of you, you’re already doing so well.”

Hunter nodded in agreement, “And we can relate, a lot of our family is made up of really good trainers, and we got to see them training their Pokemon and battling all the time. Here’s to achieving our dreams!”

Hunter and Alice lifted their glasses for a toast, as the waitress approached. She didn’t come up to the table just yet, waiting patiently for the toast to finish.

“I think she is, I just hope I can make her even more proud.” As Hunter began to talk about their family, Memory felt a sense of relief. Knowing someone else that knows how you’re feeling is truly reassuring. The longer she spent with the twins, the more she was enjoying their company. That hangout they talked about earlier would likely happen much sooner than they thought.

Memory had no idea how much Dex hated crowds of… people, well. It wouldn’t be bad if he knew someone there but going alone, with a very expensive Persain in tow, not his idea of relaxing.

[txt] They appreciate the compliment at least, I’m sure they would if I could speak pokemon.[txt] He attempted to share his thoughts on the beach several times. Typing out his dislike in entire messages, deleting them repeating the process nothing seemed to stick everything sounded goofy or too over the top or way too exaggerated. Instead, he gave up with an exasperated sigh. For being the only human Dexter felt easy talking with she was also the most difficult sometimes. With nothing working and not wanting to just drop the conversation Dexter simply went with a quick message of reassurance. [txt] We will find something I am sure of it![txt]

In between messages, Memory pulled out a composition notebook and started brainstorming lyrics for a new song. The notebook itself was filled with doodles and notes written in various different colors. Sections were underlined while others were scribbled over. She had barely written a line when her pokenav buzzed.

freedomxprincess‌:

Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?

Vanilla: How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

Jasmine: Are you currently in a relationship?

Peppermint: Sweater weather or beach days?

Dandelion: Have you ever tried to garden?

Hibiscus: Where would you want to go on your next vacation?

Peach: Can you cook or bake?

Chai: Favorite color combination?

English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?

Earl Grey: Do you like your middle name?

Matcha: Iced tea or hot tea?

Raspberry: Do you have a work-out routine?

Lemongrass: Favorite childhood bedtime story?

Spearmint: What’s an interesting fact about you?

Dexter had gotten a drink at this point and let the Persain out to stretch it’s legs. sipping he heard his phone go off and checked another text from Memory this one telling him to go to the beach?  [txt] I can’t tell you the last time I found time to go to the beach. Let alone relax at one. [txt]

he laughed a bit even trying to picture himself, stiff as a board amid all those unfamiliar people. no thanks. he’d much rather stick to the pokemon in his care.  [txt] Besides if I goof off. Who’s gonna take care of this sweet little persain my parents are using as proof of what our ranch can do[txt] [txt] downloading photo [txt]

Memory patted Rutabega, drinking her milk tea while kicking her feet. Oh, how nice it would be to go to the beach! The sand in between her toes, the refreshing water keeping the sun’s heat at bay, all the cute people with their cute pokemon just enjoying their time. It reminded her of home.

Once the picture of the persian downloaded, the girl gasped! “What a cute persian!!! Don’t you think so Rutabaga?” She showed her Larvesta the picture, but he was definitely taking a nap. She giggled.

“I think I’ll try the spicy leek curry, that sounds so good on such a cool night,” Alice answered. She gathered up everyone’s menus and handed them up to the waitress. The waitress gave a nod in understanding, turning around to go back to the kitchen.

Memory took another sip of her soda. “Well. I suppose a lot of it has to do with where I grew up. Living in Slateport city a few blocks down from the Contest Hall really imparts on you as a kid. My mom would take me and my sister to shows when we were young, we would try to support idols in whatever ways we could... It sort of was just ingrained into our family.” Lavender took a sip of her juice, and nuzzled Hunter when she was finished. 

“I’m sure you’ll be able to, just always remember that you deserve breaks and that your fans will always be there for you.”

The waitress returned, two cups of juice for Hunter and Lavender, a creme soda, poured right at the bar, for Memory, and a glass of water for Alice, “’Ave you decided what you’d like, loves?”

“Augh! It’s so hard to pick, everything sounds so good!” Hunter groaned, “I think… I want to try that stew of the day. And, how does a sweet apple curry sound to you, Lavender?”

Memory nodded in agreement to Alice, but before she could reply the waitress was back at the table. She giggled softly at Hunter’s remarks, which were entirely valid because everything on the menu sounded absolutely delicious. Looking to where Hunter pointed, Lavender’s eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. 

“I have to agree. It’s so nice to get to make friends even when you’re far away from home,” Hunter answered, reaching up to rub Lavender’s cheek, “And I’d say Alice and I have really great luck finding just the nicest and cutest new friends!”

“I’ll just take a water,” Alice said, turning the menu over and humming sweetly.

Lavender chirped in agreement, bobbing her head in a happy rhythm. Memory looked through the menu for a little bit trying to find the drinks section. “Hmmmm... Can I have the Qualot Berry Cream Soda??? That sounds really good.” 

Oh my gosh! First a Beautifly on his shoulder and now a sleeping Boltund near their table?! The sweet old boy chuffed softly in his sleep, the gray of his nose showing clearly as they past in front of the fireplace, “I know the guy we talked to said this place was cute and homey, but this is something else.”

“Well,” the waitress giggled as she handed each of them a cute, small menu, “This used to be the home of the owners, way back when. They used to serve farmhands back before this was a proper city. Now they commute in from their farmhouse up north to run the restaurant.”

“That’s amazing!” Memory chimed as she started looking over the menu. Curries, Shepherd’s Pies, Browned Butter Toasts of all sorts... Everything proudly stood out as Galarian, though with much more spices and flavors than the idol was expecting. To think it all fresh and locally sourced, too... What a find!

Another few minutes and Dexter was sure he’d lose his mind. He didn’t have much of a team to speak of right now since he’d been expecting this to be a short trip and left his Pokemon with the ranch hands so they wouldn’t have to be cooped up in their balls. Now he wish he’d brought anyone along with him so he wouldn’t feel so alone. As his parents continued their conversations ignoring him in hopes of scoring more brownie points with local trainers.

[txt] It’s a city called Hulbury? I think? We’re by the ocean and there’s alot of ships. I suppose it’s pretty.[txt]

Dex sighed checking once again and it seemed his parents still weren’t ready to leave. They’d been there nearly three hours after the event had ended he’d feel terrible leaving the poor Pokemon in it’s crate but he was really starting to get tired of sitting around and listening to them prattle on. He loved them but they really could be too much some times.

[txt] I wouldn’t know, I’m basically stuck hauling around Pokemon for my parents to show off for now. It’s a business trip for the ranch. [txt]

Hulbury, huh? That wasn’t too far, right? Granted, Memory had no idea how to get there. Well, maybe she could figure it out before Dex decides to head out. From his last text, it sounds like he was having a real drab time on his little trip. 

“Your choice, Memory,” Alice offered, “Where ever you’d like to sit.”

“How about over there?” Memory pointed to a corner seat near the fire place, ones with cute embroidered pillows which were clearly the reason she picked the spot. She looked to Alice and Hunter, and gave a knowing smile to her Beautyfly. She is such a attention hog.