Sayumi Matsumura

The thoughts were tossed aside as she brought up MooMoo milk yet again, causing Yuuto to heave yet another sigh. With how often this woman spoke of it he was beginning to wonder if she was really even human, or just a Miltank in some sort of strange dream he was having. 

However, she didn’t stay on the topic for long before she introduced herself, stopping their walk. 

"Yuuto…" he murmured a gloved hand outstretching towards the woman. "I’m a bit surprised your name doesn’t have anything to do with MooMoo milk…considering how passionate you are about the substance…" his sentence drifted off as a sudden thought struck him, the smallest of smiles tugging at his lips, barely even visible. 

The further on they walked together, the stronger she felt this strange sense of similarity emitting from the strangely-dressed boy. It was almost as though she had met Yuuto before. She felt connected to him in a way she could not detect.

As they finally passed through the gates of MooMoo Farm, the bluenette was almost immediately greeted by a small horde of Miltank who were grazing the field.

"Hey, you guys!" she responded cheerfully, giving each one an affectionate ruffle behind the ears before directing herself and Yuuto to the big, brown barn nearing the back of the farm. Yes, this barn was attached to her home, letting the scents of fresh MooMoo Milk and Miltank-dirtied hay waft through the space.

If there was one thing he disliked, it was being pitied. But yet again, before he could come up with a witty retort to her pity, she was speaking once again. Did this woman ever shut up? 

Espeon seemed to be enjoying the whole spectacle, even going so far as leaping off of Yuuto’s shoulder to approach the hyperactive woman. “Traitor…” he murmured, face growing blank once more at the mention of ‘turning his frown upside down’. 

Route 39 was about as rural as it could get with no Trainers in sight. Doing her best to steer clear of the taller grass, she gently pulled the boy in various directions, trying not to pull his arms off. Breaking the silence between them, she grabbed the opportunity to chime in, "Y'know, all that stuff about the Moomoo milk? It's true."

Sensing the annoyance emitting from the irritated sigh leaving his lips, she shut up again. "Wait!" she exclaimed, suddenly stopping her stride, bringing them both to an abrupt halt. "I never caught your name!" she said with a sheepish chuckle, "I'm Sayumi." The blue-haired girl beamed, shaking his hand.

Bitch GF

Saymoomi

Espeon Douche

Here he was, in Johto, far from Unova. Why? Because he had followed Aria here of course. It appeared that nowadays the blind man followed his lover wherever it was she went, which just so happened to be all over the damned world for whatever the family business was, he was still a bit unsure, but the details were frivolous. 

The blind man heaved a sigh, tossing the thoughts on Johto aside as he continued to wander. His girlfriend had been roped into some family matters, so he decided to occupy himself with exploring the area, although yet again his travel guide proved to be completely useless and he was lost. The only thing that kept the bluenette going was the vague smell of milk which he had been following for a few minutes now, and the scent grew stronger and stronger with each step.

Soon enough, it began to smell as if he was bathing in the beverage, pale nose twitching as he continued to inhale. “Why does it smell like so much milk?” Yuuto grumbled, pale face blank as per usual. 

The white pupil... she observed silently. Blind. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?" she said in a more gentle tone, realizing the man's limitations. "That smell is Moomoo Milk. It's very delicious, and it's pretty good for you too!" she advertised, a line she repeated nearly everyday to prospecting customers.

"Mr. Mime!"  The loyal Pokemon appeared from behind him, and Naoki gratefully received the pair of jeans from him with the hand that wasn’t already clutching a battered baseball.  

"Thanks, Junior," Naoki whispered discreetly, winking at his friend.  "Woulda been nice t’get these sooner, though."  

He turned back to the pretty girl standing before him, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips.  

"Y’know me so well, Sayumi!" he exclaimed, the usual bright smile returning.  "There’s no foolin’ you!  Yeah, I reckon I did sleep in quite a bit today…  But usually I’m up earlier, honest!"  

She relaxed a bit as he put on his pants, her cheeks feeling much cooler than they had been earlier. Once her friend was fully dressed, she giggled. "Y'know, you should really invest some money in an alarm clock," she suggested kindly. "Unless that money was supposed to go to Moomoo Milk. Then you should definitely get that instead." 

She reached into her bag, pulling out the familiar glass bottle containing the opaque, white liquid. "You wanna buy some? MooMoo, our Miltank, is feeling much better after those berries you gave us!" she smiled. 

Reluctantly, she turned away, waving her hand. "Well, I've gotta get back to the farm," Sayumi sighed, directing the point of her thumb behind her. "Mama's probably wondering where I've gone. Plus, I've got a ton of chores to do."