`sup b i t c h

She waved a hand dismissively, “Oh, no, no, I don’t train. I’m a nurse at a human hospital back in Lumiose and I also make HoloTube videos in my spare time. A Hoennese travel company sponsored a trip for me to come here and vlog my adventures! Which leads me to my next question: do you know of any secret and amazing spots here in this beautiful city that I wouldn’t be able to find in my travel guide? I want to make sure my videos are really good so I keep getting sponsored for more trips!”

She’d just met the girl, hadn’t she?

Cassidy turned to look at the camera, trying her best to slip into character as Tilly adjusted the camera and shot her a question, a somewhat loaded one at that.

Cassidy waved sheepishly at the camera, “Hello! I’m Cassidy, whiiich she’s already mentioned…” Cassidy leaned towards the Camera and put a hand between her mouth and Tilly, pantomiming whispering at the audience she couldn’t see, “I just have to tell you, she has a mean left hook.”

Cassidy laughed whole-heartedly, and turned to Tilly with a charismatically wide grin on her face, “Don’t worry about it though, I’m tough as nails! All is forgiven! It is a beautiful port town though, isn’t it? I’m not from Hoenn either which, is probably pretty obvious by the fact that I’m paler than a snowflake in Sinnoh!”

She turned to Cassidy and mirrored her expression, showing genuine interest in what the girl was explaining. “Sinnoh?! You don’t say? I’ve always wanted to visit! Floaroma Town specifically. You must tell me, Cassidy, is it really covered in a blanket of flowers? If so, then that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

“S-sorry!” he all but yelled, pulling his hands close to his body.  He barely even registered her statement about something about pockets, but when he finally did, needless to say he was quite surprised.

Clovis stared at her with palpable confusion as she introduced herself, only managing to bring himself back when she was almost finished talking.  “O-oh!” He quickly straightened himself and firmly shook her hand, giving her an embarrassed smile.  “Oh woah, I’m living in Kalos, too!  Er, I’m Clovis!”  He chuckled sheepishly, pulling his hand back.  “It’s nice to meet you, Tilly.”

Tilly grasped Clovis by the shoulders and pulled them both against the closest shopfront as a young boy on a bike sped past them, who would have bowled them both over if not for the girl’s reflexes. “How positively rude!!” she called after the boy, shaking her fist in the air in frustration. Exhaling, she reorganized herself and straightened down the front of her skirt.

Well, first thing was first, he supposed he should re-learn his way around and get to that doctor.  He headed inside, hooking his shades on his collar, so focused on searching for landmarks that he didn’t even notice the hand coming at his face at exactly 12 o’clock.  He jerked back in surprise, instinctively letting out a soft ‘wah!’ and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.  His hand came up to rub the spot that had been hit (right between the eyes, luckily it wasn’t painful), and he looked around as he stabilized himself.  He quickly found what - or rather who - had smacked him, if the apologizing girl was anything to go by.

Huh.  Nice outfit.  Somehow, Clovis had forgotten that people outside of Kalos cared so much about fashion.  He himself was dressed for the humidity, in a simple ensemble of green capris, a black shirt, and a white button-up that was left wide open.  God, though, did he really need some new wristwear.  He was getting sick of wrapping his necklace around his wrist.

Tilly got to work on her camera, turning it on and holding the metal support out so the shutter was facing her. She pressed a small button on the side of the stick and a red light came on the camera as a grin practically exploded onto her face. “So I’m here in Lilycove and I just had to tell you guys the most hilarious story!”

“I’m here with my new friend--” Tilly flung her arm around the other girl’s shoulders and tugged her into a side hug, “--Cassidy! I was simply admiring the gorgeous landscape of this port town and I couldn’t contain my excitement I just had to throw my hands out in joy and~” She animatedly opened her mouth in surprise, “I slapped this poor girl right on the cheek!”

His attire for the afternoon was far more for practicality than “fashionable”– he had traded in his gorgeous ghost designed poncho for something a bit more casual, not to mention warmer. It also let him duck his ruby red nose into the high collar if he felt like he was going to sneeze, and meant that no one was paying him a lick of attention, despite the Espeon trotting at his heels.

Which ended up working to his disadvantage when he was smacked right in his nose by a girl. Drake groaned, taking a step back while his Espeon immediately clawed up the back of his poncho to glare at the intruder. He was still rubbing his nose when he finally opened his eyes.

… Okay, even he had to admit the woman was stunning, and he was dating an ex-model. But more importantly he couldn’t understand a damn word she was saying until she finally switched to Hoennese, at which point Drake offered a small smile, pulling the collar of his poncho down enough.

She left the motel, bag and ball in hand as she wandered the streets of Lilycove for something to do. There were always shops, but money was tight. She could begin training her new companion, but it was getting just a tad too late, and she wanted to get the new pokemon used to her presence first. 

Her eyes were pointed down at the concrete as she suddenly felt a very sharp stinging sensation on her left cheek and lost most of her balance, stumbling a few paces to the left. She looked up, confused and somewhat irritated, at least until she got a good look at the person who apparently backhanded her. She was apologizing in Hoennese for once, and she was… staggeringly pretty.

“O-Oh. It’s uh. It’s okay.” Cassidy rose slowly, rubbing the spot where she had been hit. “Not very often I get backhanded by somebody so attractive.” Cassidy responded, blinking a few times before realizing exactly what she said, in Kalosian no less. “Uh… Uhm. I’m sorry I didn’t.. Uhm…” She took a step backwards, turning to avoid the blush that was rapidly covering her pale features.

Because of course. She did look particularly radiant on that day, her skin was clear and the bright Lilycove sun was most definitely accentuating that.

And everything is always scarier in your own mind; that’s why video games about pizza factory mascots are apparently popular. Cultural fears or something like that.

I don’t know I’m not the psychology student here~

something about lack of perspective on one’s own life. all these snowballing thoughts create a very tunnel visioned existence.

somewhat assuaged. you’re surprisingly easy to talk to.

sorry if I’ll be lacking my previous snerk in theoretical confrontations to come because you seem to enjoy that sort of banter. or perhaps I’ll still have it, who knows.

I never expect anything from my confrontations and not at all. Is that what you think? that’s.. thought-provoking.

I suppose I was expecting to realise the source of my fear had been embellished as scarier in my own mind and once that realisation was achieved... i didn’t really factor in your involvement as a means to that end.

hah

I never expect anything from my confrontations and not at all. Is that what you think? that’s.. thought-provoking.

One way of overcoming one’s fears is direct confrontation and I ‘spose I thought I’d give it a go.

.. in front of the entire Holodash