#everdeadly

        they said there was always a first time for anything, & his presence here could back up that claim. as much as he allowed himself to dip his toes in the waters of entertainment, what he was familiarized with was quite different from this. it was an entirely different kind—one that was acceptable & not frowned upon like what he was used to. however, that did not mean that those two couldn’t cross, & he briefly wonders about that. the idol industry couldn’t be an easy one, & sometimes, it took more than talent to get recognition. men who tried to get advantage of the young & vulnerable. he was never under the impression that the life of an idol was easy, even if she smiled with ease.

      the sight is a strange one, for sure, but the quick explanation causes brows to lower. her stare being met with a smile of his own, as he makes sure to close the door behind him to give the two some privacy. body idling just behind her, as he was unsure of where to seat.

@everdeadly

Mun fact!

- I really reaaaaally love Rilakkuma and collect Keychain for him that I have in a bag. My favorite ones (other than Buffkuma, are the ones I got in different places in Japan

“Hmm ... this place does look perfect.” His guitar case was placed down on the wooden bench in the park, having a perfect view of the pond from where he stood. It was the perfect scenery to shoot his video. Being an online cover artist who also occasionally tapped into original content, he was really gaining populairity. 

The walk to the cafe was routine, but each footstep made Takumi’s heart race faster and harder. He had too look awful too; was his clothes even confession worthy? Perhaps that could show Kouki just how much this meant to Takumi.

Slowly creeping into the cafe was pointless as it was just Kouki inside this early in the morning, so Takumi decided to go straight to the kitchen. Poking his head inside, and scanning the room until he can finally spot the baker. Now finally inside Takumi shuffled from one foot to the other as he wracked his brain for something to say.

“... H-Hey... did you... sleep at all last night?” It’s a stupid question, and Takumi felt like he already knew the answer to it.

“Bon-bon..” Dino hummed softly, his arms wrapping around the feminine figure tenderly. He was used to seeing vulnerable girls, his twin sister constantly drunk or light headed had provided him with enough experience to know how to handle Bonita at this moment. A little smile curved at the tips of his peachy lips.. how irresistible to be invited to spend the night over. However, he was not the type to make movements on her while she was drunk. One hand rose, warm knuckles brushing against her cheek, before he tucked a few hair stands behind her ear. “Let’s get you to bed...” he stood up and bent closer to the sofa, sliding one arm below her knees, the other one wrapped around her waist, before picking her up. “Hold onto me tightly, okay?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be my sweet little chocolate.“ hand reaches out to caress her warm flustered cheek. He loves her reactions and if he could he would spend the whole day with her just to see more. Her presence was lighting up his day. 

    Red came to Hammerlocke with every intention of paying visits to its stadium and vault, but the battle café happened to call a little louder. Not to say that he was all too eager to participate in a battle for the sake of earning a free treat. He’d much prefer to support the chain with a direct purchase and generous tip. Even still, one way or another, the café’s master managed to wrangle him into taking part.

    They easily relocate to a small field just across the road, the older man calling upon his Slurpuff and Alcremie. Despite not being privy to the fact that this would be a twofold endeavor, the former champion quickly adapts, gesturing for Pikachu to leap down onto the dirt with the hand that hadn’t grasped Flygon’s ball.

    His hesitation notwithstanding, it only takes seconds for him to get invested. The electric mouse and desert descended dragon make for an excellent team in spite of not having battled collaboratively beyond their time spent in Hoenn some seven years ago. Their opponents put up an excellent and coordinated fight as well, regardless of their type advantage over Flygon. Red can tell just by watching the way they move and respond to the master’s instructions that they were trained and raised with utmost care. A thoughtful and harmonized strike is required to take them down—that strike being a ground shattering iron tail on Pikachu’s part, highly amplified by the momentum Flygon was able to imbue them with during their aerial sweep.

    It’s only as applause rings out that their trainer jumps, hastily redirects his gaze and realizes that the battle had amassed a decently sized crowd. Just a tad sheepish in light of having been hyperfocused to the point of tuning out his surroundings so severely, Red pinches the brim of his hat, bobbing his head as an act of acknowledgement and thanks.