#daffqueuedils

It’s tempting.

Reina loiters just outside a flower shop, eyeing the outdoor display of various potted plants. She still has space on her balcony, as well as a few places indoors she could probably fit another pot - the question is, does she need them? Rhododendrons have always been one of her favorites, and she’s always wanted one of her own, but the fact that they grow as a tree has made owning one impossible in the past.

But. Maybe now? With her own tiny apartment and a place to let them thrive, maybe…

It’s as she’s carefully standing from her crouch where she’d been checking the price tag that she miscalculates the placement of her feet. She stumbles, her weight distributed unevenly, and takes a step back to try and right herself before she falls on her ass - only to knock directly into someone behind her.

Hina doesn't even pause in her cute little story as her hand casually comes to rest on Pecha's thigh.

She giggles at something she remembers finding funny, her free hand waving about and her smile bright; meanwhile, nimble fingers slowly slide their way upwards, pausing every few centimeters to give a gentle squeeze. Her hand stops its climb when she reaches the thickest part of Pecha's thigh.

Upward movement halted, Hina's fingers slooowly slide inward next, dipping towards the inner thigh. Her touch is still at least a good hand and a half's width away from being too intimate, but as she brushes her fingertips between Pecha's legs, she starts rubbing slow, shallow circles.

From Ren :)

(From the prompt here.)

There is a swooping in Reina's chest that feels like that weightless split second between tripping and landing face-first on the ground, and she feels her expression soften to something far more vulnerable than she'd like. She turns her face away so that Ren doesn't see the moment of fragility.

Reina gives a breathy chuckle, weak and faintly wet. "Heh. Ren, that's... you're making me blush, come on now."

(She hates the way her lip trembles, the way she has to blink several times to keep everything in.)

Hina and Aster starter for @astererer~ (I’m so sorry for the title. XD)

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The shop smells like old books and paper boxes as she enters, and for a moment she considers checking it out another time.

‘Then again,’ she thinks, ‘when am I gonna remember to come back?’

From what she can see, it’s a cute little store - though she can’t see the back from the doorway, so it probably goes back a lot farther than she assumes it does. Movie posters - both vintage and new - line the walls in between shelves of figurines and collectables, comic books, vhs tapes in carefully tended paper sleeves, and things that look like replica movie props. Everything Hina’s half of the house could always use more of.

Looking down at the woozy pokemon at her side, she jingles the leash in her hand to get his attention. Not enough to jostle him, of course, but enough to make a noise. He looks up at her with a low, curious trill, and Hina can’t help but kneel down and pet his fluffy head.

“Hey bud, how ya feeling?”

The Galarian meowth lets out a rumbling purr and attempts to bonk her with his head - only for the cone around his neck to get in the way. He frowns.

Hina coos in sympathy. “I know, it sucks, but you can take it off in a day or two, okay?”

The meowth just grumbles in response.

Deciding that if Crowbar is sober enough to grouse, then he’s sober enough to take a fifteen minute detour, Hina gently leads him along into the shop with a firm, “Don’t eat anything.”

(Crowbar whines in a way that almost sounds like a child letting out an exasperated, ‘fiiiiiiine!’)

Reina yelps in surprise at the barrage of kisses, turning redder than her scolipede.

"R-ren??" she squeaks. "I-uh-w-what??"

“Oh! Hello.”

The woman with green hair waves at you from a little ways off, clearly a bit startled at your presence. Sheepishly, she stands from where she’d been digging in the dirt and rubs her hand together to try and dislodge as much soil from her fingers as she can.

She looks to be a merchant of some kind - though instead of a Ginko Guild uniform, she is dressed in the deep blue of a lovingly embroidered Diamond Clan tunic.

Beside her sits an over-large pack, appearing to be only half full; slung over her shoulder is a leather satchel, full to the brim with flowers, herbs, and what might be various root vegetables. Likely the very things she’d been digging for.

Nearby, happily digging its own hole in the dirt, is a jolteon.

(Truth serum ask prompt here~)

The slow turn of Hina's head should be accompanied by a crackling sound to accent the utter murder darkening her eyes.

"Who?" she says, voice low and sharp. "I'll wear their kneecaps as boot covers."

Hina pulls her lips inward and presses them tightly together. She seems to fight with herself for a moment before grinding her teeth and evidently losing the fight.

"They're wrong," she rasps. "I think you're the sweetest, kindest, prettiest, most interesting person in the whole wide world. I think you're talented and funny and you deserve to be treated like a fairy-tale princess and I would give my left tit to be your prince."