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5. What’s a crackship you love?

OH SO MANY… ok for Pokémon let’s go with……… Giovanni/N. genuinely, seriously, i-have-emotions love it. finished/published very little of it but I have a whole verse spinoff (… off a friend’s verse) with the ship being a perfectly serious relationship, and at least a dozen small ficlets.

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

((i already wrote alan as the employee in the past, so now have daigo as the worker, inspired by @potahun’s art that i still adore, bc we’re on a roll of fanworking each other’s fanworks apparently))

Theirs wasn’t the most productive of café teams on the best of days, but three employees clustered around the kitchen door was still not exactly usual. Drake marched over and boomed, “What’s going on here?”

All three failed to appear impressed, or to even look at him. Perhaps Drake boomed too often.

“Steven’s crush is in,” Glacia informed him with perfect phlegm.

“Look at him,” Sidney hissed. “Wouldn’t get on his feet all morning and suddenly he’s insisting on waiting tables huh!”

“Oh my spirits,” Phoebe giggled in awe, “is he blushing?!”

Drake muffled a gasp and leaned over the pile of them to squeeze a glance through the door. Little Steven indeed seemed quite pink. Glacia and Phoebe sighed. Sidney made a sensibly ruder sound.

Steven finished flailing and failing to flirt and almost ran back behind the counter and to the door. None of his colleagues bothered to pretend they hadn’t been spying; he didn’t seem to be particularly surprised or annoyed either.

“Glacia,” he panted, “he wants a frappé.”

She straightened and laid a hand on his shoulder, with appropriate gravity. “I will make him the best frappé of my career.” She dusted off some powdered sugar from the front of his apron and got to business.

“With two extra espresso shots,” Steven added, fussily, gnawing on a thumb. “He’s studying for his Pokémon biology exam and I don’t think he’s slept for the last two days.”

“You gathered all that from ten seconds of rambling at him?” Phoebe asked, impressed.

Steven definitely blushed at that. “He’s been in every day all week.”

Sidney shook his head. Drake harrumphed in thought, and added a croissant on the tray. “Tell him that’s on the house.”

Steven’s eyes turned misty. Drake patted his shoulder.

“Don’t thank me, kid. Good luck.”

“No, I mean, thanks, but he’s more a cream-filling guy.”

Sidney threw his hands up and glared at the ceiling, but went back into the kitchen to start a fresh batch.

“I could kiss you,” Steven whispered.

((i wasn’t sure you meant literally on roller skates, but chose to trust that you did. <3))

1. The noise is deafening, between the whirr of the wheels on the concrete floors, the fracas of the collision and various gadgets clattering to the floor, the sheer pitch of Xerosic’s shrill scream, and Manon’s laughter.

Fleurdelys considers hunting down the person responsible for giving her those blasted things, but the whole sequence of event is somewhat entertaining.

2. Bara and Correa avoid an actual crash — although only by way of throwing themselves into each other’s arms and against the wall — but they are even louder and angrier.

“What is that hideous brat even doing here?!”

“And why is she not wearing a uniform?!”

They’re still clutching each other, Fleurdelys notices, numbly.

3. Pachira is not surprised about the girl being there, nor about the roller skates. What five minutes she has seen of the kid were enough to figure out roller skates don’t clash with her image.

What she’s more curious about is that the kid is hollering down the halls in roller skates, laughing. Currently.

Brushing her index finger to her chin, she pops her head into Fleurdelys’ office to confirm: “Wasn’t her Pokémon dying?”

He throws her a tired almost-glare. “Not dying, Pachira. It is comatose.”

“Right, right.”

She leans back out to watch as the brat comes back the other way, wearing Flare-patented sunglasses and pursued by a yelling glasses-less grunt.

Aah, now she sees it: the little strain around the kid’s mouth from forcing that grin, the emptiness in the sparkling irises behind the lenses, the bags under those wide-open eyes.

She waits for the comedy duo to pass and for the ruckus to die down before commenting: “Sure fucked up how human nature feels the need to make it look as though everything is fine when it clearly isn’t, huh?”

Fleurdelys smiles.

“Keeping up appearances,” he says. “Beauty before anything.”

4. The novelty passes, mostly. Bara and Correa still seethe between gritted teeth, but within a few weeks, even the admin have internalized a reflex to stick to the wall whenever the sound of wheels is heard, and since she does not have much else to do, Manon quickly becomes good enough that there is no crashing anymore.

That is, until the professor Platane drops by to check up on her and test a few things on her Harimaron.

And it’s not even that surprising to anyone in the Fleurdelys labs that the kid has acquired a pair of skates and pulled him along with her within an hour; neither is the fact that the man is bad at it. The surprises are:

1) exactly how much of a clutz that man is;

2) considering their relative heights and weights, how he managed to make the director fall and end up on top.

Pachira is startled, but too much of a pro for that to stop her from whipping out her Holo Caster and immortalizing the scene. Fleurdelys’s venomous glare tells her she would be fired if she were actually in his employ, but hey, lucky her.

5. Well, she didn’t have roller skates that time she broke into the lab with the professor, the Hoenn Champion, and a bunch of other rude kids, but the amount of surprise and chaos caused amongst the staff was comparable.

(bonus prequel to this just to be mean)

1. The next time they meet, she is not wearing roller skates anymore, and Xerosic is not surprised to see her.

“I thought you might come,” he muses, checking all the equipment for the first test. “Brave girl.”

same steven, same. the tendency to lick rocks is very real. gotta validate the brain’s hypothesized texture yeehaw

my geologist friend insists there’s valid geologist reasons for it! of course, who knows if that’s not just an excuse for her own well-document constant urge to lick rocks.

sauvechouris 5 rumors about Daigo ? :3

I thought you’d trash him but it’s really sweet instead ? xD (kids fanclub ! the nickname thing, omg. like yeah, Daigo is A Good Champion with young trainers, but this is on another level.) Thank you~!

that’s not trashing him? :D my first thought was to slutshame him tbh, but since he’s actually cool about it i don’t think anyone actually starts those kinds of rumors.

#the last two tho. 1) most accurate description and 2) sorry Musashi :D #'personal subjective opinions about stones and metals' <-  is this about his Opinion on the hugging value of steel(-types)

(sorry I fell behind on countdown pieces!!!)

9 DAYS UNTIL LANDER DROPS!

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