#kannojo

   One must be lost or stubborn to find themself in the midst of a a snowstorm. Such was the thoughts of a certain steel-type gym leader of the town that which most shops have closed early in response to the weather. Old gas lamps somehow stood strong minus a few unlucky flames that died, spotting the town in a form of darkness from the superior overcast. Indeed, the day had not fallen to night as of yet, however, this did not look to be the case. For the most part, Auguste found himself alone with the many books he has been toting about on his way back to the estate, he sees something...SOMEONE..he had not seen before as he passed by the local train station.

|| Salty Munday ||

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Blondette, silverette, pinkette, blunette, whatevernette...

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     “Oh, absolutely!!” the fairy immediately agreed, all too happy to hop onto the topic of sugary sweetness, especially if it involved the anomaly that was blue candy, “I don’t even think there even is a real blue food. Even blueberries aren’t really blue, they’re just like... a deep indigo! But blue candy ALWAYS tastes the best! Arguably one of humankind’s best inventions. Next to booze and pillows, of course.”

ft Hannah​

▶It was fortunate that today was quiet because he had a lot of paperwork to go through. Cases that had been offered to him by local authorities, those who had gone out of their way to come see him and some that he had managed to scrounge around and find online. All were possible leads. All people that needed help. 

Shoulders raise and lower as he lets out a long exhale, reaching up to brush some of the bangs from his face. At least the office was locked up for the day and he could focus. His lightly kick the desk, fingers tapping the paper he’s reading. Yes. He could focus. 

most of the attention ransei received had been little more than tourists coming to gawk at a backwards nation, at ways they believed to be a part of the distant past; thankful that their society had progressed past it all once they returned to their comfortable, cushy lives — though at least yosei had its breathtaking scenery that attracted at least some different sort of attention. still nothing more than tourism, and that had been all haruhisa expected from this new age of peace. 

he certainly did not foresee a foreign woman quite literally crying in the main room of gassantoda castle, begging him to allow her to stay in yosei.

“please stop crying.” a gentle albeit awkward attempt to calm her down. although he was quite touched by how. . . serious she was in staying, he had never been good at handling these sorts of situations. 

amid her gushing, he picked up on how much she adored fairy - type pokemon ( obviously the abundance of them in yosei must have been what sealed the deal ), and how she thought yosei was basically heaven on earth.

which was to him a compliment he’d readily accept. 

        his entrance is RUSHED, fumbling to hold the door to the bakery open as the twins race their way inside. the words ❝ don’t run indoors ! ! ❞ instinctively come as he closes the door behind him, just like he has EVERY single time they enter the building, nodding at hannah the closer when the group got to the glass display. 

        as he does every time he comes, eyes SCAN the various goods that were out on display, as if debating on what to pick ( despite knowing full well he’ll just take the same as always ). ❝ -- hey, could we get a couple choco muffins ? just four, actually... and a-- ❞ he’s about to continue, but the twins interrupt him before he can say anything, simultaneously CHIRPING in with a cheery, ‘ and a blueberry pie  ! ! blueberry pie ! ! ' before he could stop them. 

 ft Ethel 

▶She’s causing a queue right in the middle of the morning rush hour but not she’s paying attention to literally anyone around her. Despite their loud groans and cursing. Instead the doll like woman is stood staring a at the ticket gate looking thoroughly confused. A hand raises to cover her mouth as she gives a hum in thought.

Already she’s tried whapping it with paper note, then a coin was pushed into the ticket hole to no avail. At this point those who had been waiting had began to filter through to other gates giving up any and all hope of getting past her and continuing on their way to work. Moments pass and more soft humming passes through her. Finally she reaches for her debit card and presses that against the sensor. BEEP BEEP. The sound of another failure. Evidently this woman has never in her life taken public transport.

Fed up she spins on her heel. Under her feet a thin layer of ice forming as she turns to the person that seemed to still linger behind her. Thrusting her hand towards them she opens her palm to reveal far too much money.