Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse

[ lxpidolite ]

Condition: Sleepy

                 The first time he met Irene, he wasn’t in the rightest of moods to even say hello. So much had happened during the time before she arrived, that it had drained most of his energy. Now that he thought about it, he was actually grateful to her for not prodding so much and being annoyed or anything, but also providing help in a way, that came from giving advice such as rest, and the thing with him, which he had now come to learn as a Pokemon.

Condition: Annoyed

                Second time, that feeling had begun to show up. Yes, he was annoyed by her and her side-comments, which ended up becoming something of a snark off between the two, but he took notice that she didn’t do these out of malice. There was some kind of affection laced within them. Strange.

What did that mean?

Condition: Angry

                He felt like his world shattered when they engaged in battle. But even before that fight ensued, he was terrified, horrified, and most of all, angry. At who? Himself? Irene? The Pokemon possessing it? Probably all three. It was rage that fueled him to stand his ground, to battle against Metagross, to plot with Metagross, to free Irene from that Pokemon’s grasp. Never had he felt so much hatred for something that was messing the person he cared for.

Condition: Concerned

                It was still funny for a data being that insisted he had no heart, therefore no true emotions, that he was so worried for the older girl who laid still, unconscious due to the whole possessing fiasco. He had made sure his Porygon and her Metagross (as well as her other Pokemon that were there) were being properly healed, and when she had awoken, relief flooded him so much that was surprised it didn’t consume him. 

She was okay, and with that, he was happy.

Condition: ???

                Fifth, just like the second, consisted of various different instances and time frames, but they all contained the same thing. He would still get annoyed, but those didn’t last long. He was enjoying Irene’s presence, and while he was sure this wasn’t the same affection like the real Sora had for his Kairi, it was… Well, it was like the real Riku and Sora; there was some brotherly, sibling-like affection to it.

Send me “Ruffle” For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.

If there was one person Riku was used to having physical touches with (aside from Sora, of course) and would be okay with (again, barring Sora), it would have to be Irene. So when the woman began to just play with his hair, his panic disappeared almost immediately, just giving a sigh and shake of his head, signifying some disapproval.

(*screaming* Tales of Hearts YES)(But let’s all agree that Riku is definitely in for the Hisui role)(Kunzite could be Lea, since he’s just gotten out of his nobody phase)(But who’s Beryl, then? Donald?)

'i…don't drink.' well, she had before, but from what she realised, she didn't deal well with alcoholic drinks. 'maybe i can find someone else, and armaldo can help in the meantime?'  

isekai-devonette

The Anti form of data Riku turned his head around, taking note of the User that had arrived. Hadn’t his actual counterpart met her before? What was her name… Irene?

isekai-devonette shiro-kami-jyunketsu lightchxrm @xemxas @xsomniareventumx

If data can't get tired, then Riku must be the first instance one can. And that's not counting Sora, who had the ability to doze off on the spot due to boredom and not fatigue. The journal's vessel had been busy monitoring various worlds within the Datascape that had been having odd amounts of activity, and then debating whether it was the residents celebrating an event in that world or if it were the bugs messing things up again, and then going alongside Sora to investigate and destroy if it were the latter. And then the process was repeated for how many times necessary.

It was to be expected that all that work were to take its toll on him eventually, but he assumed that because he was just data, a non-organic entity, a program, fatigue wouldn't be counted in his system. But nope, here he was. Fighting off sleep and drowsiness.

As he looked at the screen again, he bit back a yawn, before he heard a notification of a User's presence nearby. What time was it anyways...? It should be a crime to even be at the Datascape so late...

(continued from here)

That was suspicious…?

She walked a bit closer and started peering at Cyrus’s face, looking for the standard villian-y features. Button eyes? Check. Perpetual frowny faces? Check.

Once she was done, she took the pokeball from his hand with a small huff, then put it in her bag.

"Hey!" he protested.  "What are you doing?"

He made an effort to calm down and play it cool.  He just had to get that pokeball back and get out.  He could manipulate it back into his hands, right?  Of course he could.

"You're acting rather odd.  Are you feeling alright?"