#binarycolours

Chaz once again brushed off his shoulder, his hands then moving to smooth out his clothes and ensure everything was perfectly in place. He didn’t often give a second glance to the people he encountered, but he looked again at the riffraff that had assaulted him. Tsk. He would remember that face (spoiler: no, he wouldn’t), and would never again allow the other to be graced by his presence.

A comment was about to be gifted to the rude stranger, but their own remark beat him to it. Chaz went still, his words evaporating like a river in the face of an intense heatwave (which might explain the flush to his cheeks). 

Lisia’s sidekick?

Lisia’s....sidekick?

Sidekick??

???????????

While it was true he wished to be associated with Lisia, this was just wrong. This foolish nobody was so off base, so far removed, that Chaz could only assume the guy had no idea about Contests and the complexities of that world! Honestly, it was embarrassing someone could be so wrong.

It was lucky that Chaz, being the goodhearted gentleman that he was, was there to educate the guy. Lisia would be so proud, wouldn’t she?

❝Sheesh, you’re as misinformed as you are badly dressed. I’m not Lisia’s sidekick,❞ he said with an exasperated frown. He stood taller, carefully raising a hand to smooth over his blond hair (you never know if there are cameras around!), ❝I’m her rival.❞

His hand shifted down over his heart as that river of words flooded back into existence and burst through the dam, ❝We are equals! Brilliant stars shining brightly in the galaxy of the Contest universe! We’re two halves of the same whole, complimenting and contrasting with each other, pushing each other to the limits to do our best!❞

Bianca wasn’t expecting to run into Touya today. A pokeball case was strapped around her shoulders, though it was empty, and now  she was ready to begin the long walk from Castelia City to Nuvema town. She was fresh from giving pokemon to three new potential trainers-- it was always a fun day when she got to do that. The responsibility of sending three little ones out on their very own journey always took her back.

She looked back fondly, especially the memory where they all took on Route 1 together. The journey was harder for her friends, and the memory of Team Plasma was unpleasant at best for her, but so much worse for her friends. And with Bianca throwing herself into her work after the whole affair in order to try and gain some sense of real purpose... Well, Bianca was sorry to say she hadn’t been a good enough friend. She was still as flighty as ever and she was always, always, always working. 

But that didn’t stop her from brightening up considerably when the girl spotted Touya. “Touya!” Bianca’s arms waved, almost wildly as she called after her friend. She straightened her glasses and rushed after him-- “Waaaait!” 

“Did you see anything suspicious nearby?” He keeps an eye out for the detectives, knowing that they didn’t want him talking to the witness. How could he not, though? This was a case he was involved in and there wasn’t any time to do as they said.