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A Simple Summer Party (#8)

“Dawn!” Cynthia hoists Dawn into the air with strength only her close friends would have thought her capable of and kisses her face far too many times (even by Kalos standards) in a tradition-inspired-alcohol-fuelled greeting. “I’m so happy to see you! Look at you, fashionably lake like the Belle of the ball. I’ve trained you well!” She’s gushing, there’s no fighting it. “OH! Barry’s here, and Calem! Perhaps the two of you can befriend him, hm?” Cynthia halts her onslaught of drunken wittering to listen to her question, finally remembering to put the younger girl down.

“Who do you take me for?” she gasps in faux horror, taking Dawn by the hand and marching her into the kitchen just in time to watch Barry elbow his drink off the counter as he’s telling (a rather horrified looking Matthew) what can only be the tale of the time he accidentally dropkicked Lucas down that waterfall. 

“Have a little faith. If I don’t have enough ice-cream for us all then my name isn’t Cyn-” Cynthia opens the freezer door with a triumphant flourish only to find… A note that reads;

I know you were expecting ice-cream but It’s summer and you’re on a diet. You may hate me now, but a time will come when we understand one another. 

Please, be kind to those around you. It’s okay to talk about it, lean on your friends in times of need.

 Enjoy the party! 

Awesome! I’m sure your friends will be excited to see you!

our muses share a milkshake

I had to (FORGIVENESS, CAN U IMAGIIIINE)

“If I have a milkshake, and you have a milkshake...” Barry began, a devious look on his face as he and Dawn took their usual patio seats at the Seven Stars restaurant. “...and I have a straw...”

“Do you have to do this every time we go to get milkshakes?” Dawn asked tiredly, her eyes rolling for the fiftieth time that day. “Can we just enjoy our time here, yanno...like normal people?”

The first result was a radio drama, so I went with the second result:“Stuff is Messed Up” by The Offspring

“We can talk over dinner.”

Dawn had said that six hours ago, before wandering into the depths of the Kalos National Archive. Three hours ago, Calem had had to piggyback her sleeping body out of the stacks after the library closed. One hour ago, she had finally woken up, but even a city as big and bustling as Lumiose had its limits. The vast majority of genuinely good non-chain restaurants had closed already and so dinner consisted of whatever Calem could whip up from his (thankfully rather well-stocked) fridge.

So here they were, at 10 o’clock at night, enjoying seafood pasta in his apartment.