Yaoi Enthusiast

Gideon: I gave Gideon a klefki and a rotom, since he seems like the type to not care too much about the partnership of Pokémon/trainer and more about how useful they can be to him. He bought the klefki a while back to keep a hold of important keys and keycards (I mean, who knew they had an affinity for all forms of keys!). He found the rotom near the Gillman Industries building not long after he started work there; deciding to catch it in a sort of spur-of-the-moment. It’s a very useful Pokémon, he’s found that while most of its forms are only really useful as sentient appliances, the lawnmower form is useful for…work…on occasion. It’s fast and pretty intimidating, so it’s a good option for completely normal and not at all illegal work meetings/negotiations! Don’t tell him I told you this but he is very attached to both of them. He’d never admit it though.

Arthur: I decided to give Arthur a pawmot. If you’re wondering…yes, it’s mainly because they have similar hair. But pawmot’s energetic nature (no pun intended) provides a good contrast to his more down to earth and nervous (?) personality. He got it as a pawmi in high school, and leveled it up slowly throughout the rest of highschool and college. He named it the ever-so-creative name of “Paw-Paw”. It tends to get annoyed when Arthur gets in his head and will do almost anything to stop him.

Cameron: Cam gets a larger main team than the others which consists of: Crobat, an Alolan rattata, and a herdier. The crobat and rattata are riffing off of Pokémon that Team Rocket grunts commonly have—because he’s sort of a grunt for Gideon…in his own way. I made the rattata Alolan because I wanted to give his team a little more individuality. The herdier is here solely because of vibes, to be entirely honest. Pubby. He got the crobat around when he started college, he…may have captured it while it was asleep so it did take a while for him to get along with it properly. I’d imagine he found the rattata on one of his gigs that went wrong. Something about illegal Pokémon smuggling, but something happened and the majority of the Pokémon were discarded. The rattata almost immediately leaped out of its box, firmly attached itself to Cameron’s pant leg and things went on from there. And he’s had the herdier since he was a kid; the only reason it’s not a stoutland is because it somehow ate an everstone. Don’t ask.

Ed: Ed was the hardest one to pick Pokémon for. I decided to go with floette and venonat. Floette because I feel like he likes houseplants, but has never been able to keep one alive. He’s done it all; water a plastic plant for too long before realising that it wasn’t growing, not watering a real plant for too long before realising that it was dead, accidentally setting a succulent on fire because his windows were somehow angled in the perfect formation to make a concentrated beam of sunlight. The normal things. Venonat because…I think he would like how fluffy it is, and I think he needs the chaos it causes in his life. Even if it is already comically chaotic. He found the floette as a flabébé on the way to work one day and accidentally fed it so many rare candies that it evolved. And the venonat? It was a pest in his house, and scared him so bad that he accidentally hit it with an electric fly swat shockingly hard. So hard, infact, that it fainted. He felt bad so he decided to catch it and take it to a Pokémon centre.

Anyways yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

“Sooo…what did we get?” Richie grinned at Cameron, leaning into him as he walked.

Cameron grimaced in response, holding a brown paper bag out for Richie to..inspect? I guess? Richie snatched the bag, rummaging through it and pulling out one item;

A ten piece chicken Mcnugget. 

“Listen, I know it isn't much, but it’s all the budget allowed us to get.” Cameron reasoned before Richie could respond, crossing his arms defensively.

“Really? I thought it would have been…bigger.” Richie commented, putting back the box into the bag and handing it to Cameron.

“Well, we spent most of it on getting that new microwave. And on that sweater from the thrift shop. I don’t even know why you bought it! You immediately cut it up!” He gave Richie a pointed look.

“Wuh!?--” Richie scoffed, “Don’t act like I didn’t use it for anything, Cam! I made arm warmers with the sleeves.” He added, giving Cameron a playful shove.

“Gah! Why do you always resort to physical violence when we don’t agree on something!?” Cameron stumbled a bit, scuffing his shoes on the pavement as he did.

“I wouldn’t have to resort to physical violence if you didn’t-” Richie stopped in his tracks and turned his head away from Cameron, spotting a shockingly pristine park bench,

 “Ooh! Can we eat there? I don’t feel like walking all the way to the car.” He suggested enthusiastically, looking back and forth between Cameron and the bench.

Cameron contemplated the decision for a second before nodding, “I guess if you’re that hungry. It’s also better to not add more crumbs to the car than there already are, anyways. I don’t want to attract rats.” he shuddered at the thought. Cameron looked back over at Richie, who was already halfway to the bench. He never got how he always seemed so energised, especially considering that Richie didn’t drink energy drinks. To his knowledge, at least.

The pair sat down at the bench, Richie motioning for Cameron to hand over the bag so he could chow down. Richie pulled out the box again and opened it, looking over the contents.

“YO!” Richie exclaimed.

“Huh? What? What is it?” Cameron questioned, perking up from his slouch.

Richie shuffled over to him, and presented him with a singular chicken nugget, “Look! We got an extra nug!” Richie giggled, and immediately popped it in his mouth. 

“...Did you just call it a nug?” Cameron stifled a laugh, “Who the hell calls a chicken nugget a ‘nug’?” He snickered.

“Me. I do. I call chicken nuggets ‘nugs’.” Richie responded defensively, clearly embarrassed. 

Cameron decided to try and stop laughing in order to save himself from Richie shoving him again, clearly not fully over the ‘nug’ thing, though.

“Shut up! You’re the guy who said ‘hello fellow roleplayers, innit’!” Richie retaliated.

“You said you would stop bringing that up–also why did you make me sound British?!” Cameron feigned offence.

“I dunno what your actual accent is so I just chose the closest one I could think of, ok?” Richie reasoned, clearly pleased that he had returned to his rightful spot of being the one teasing Cameron, and not the other way around.

“That was the closest accent you could think of!?” Cameron had gone back to snickering at him.

“I’m gonna put a rat in your bed while you sleep.” Richie threatened. He seemed scarily serious.

Cameron stopped laughing “If you do that I will not be responsible for what happens to that rat.”

Richie burst back into a fit of laughter, making Cameron move away as a last stand. But what he didn’t notice was that the change in position made the box shift a bit too much and tip over, the chicken nuggets all falling out of their packaging. Cameron and Richie both gasped (Maybe a bit too dramatically) as their dinner fell onto the floor.

“Oh–dammit!” Cameron exclaimed in frustration. 

Him and Richie looked at each other. Maybe dinner tonight was just gonna be floor nuggets.

@lizardlikerr @f1sh1sh @casualcatboy tagged because I made some very slight tweaks to it compared to the discord version. Gideon and Dollface are next (Threat)