#rhapsodeshipping

Finally got around to designing a full outfit for Sebastian (Nando/Harley’s son)! He’s a coordinator and aspiring stage actor with a fondness for theatrics and old-fashioned clothes. He can act a little pretentious and holier-than-thou at times, but he’s overall pretty laid-back compared to [gestures wildly at the trash fire which is the rest of the coordinators on this blog]

1. Who do they look up to?

His parents, since he wants to follow in their footsteps and become a top coordinator! As an actor, he’s also a fan of Brycen and wants to meet him someday.

7. Any family scandals? Does your character know about them?

Despite what you might expect, his family life actually isn’t that scandalous despite Who Harley Is As A Person™ - I always joke that Hoenn is probably the most chill and drama-free region in the next gen era. He probably has to deal with a fair amount of media gossip about him and his parents, though, since Harley is always in the tabloids for some reason or other.

Sebastian was also most likely an accident when he was born, since I like the idea that Harley and Nando start out just casually hooking up but then end up with a kid together and fall in love for real amid all the co-parenting chaos. I dont think Sebastian would really care if they told him, since he knows his dads love him regardless.

17. Who is their favourite person to spend time with?

His travelling companions, Orlando and Kiri! They’ve all been good friends since they were kids and have a lot of fun on the road and practicing for contests together. They have a little bit of a reputation as the Cool Kids Clique on the contest circuit, since a lot of the younger coordinators idolise them.

19. How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Who reaches out to new neighbors: Nando Who remembers to buy healthy food: Harley Who remembers to buy junk food: Harley Who fixes the oven when it breaks: Nando Who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s): Nando Who wakes up earlier: Harley Who makes the bed: Nando Who makes the coffee: Harley Who burns breakfast: Harley How do they let each other know they’re leaving the house: Honestly, I never know how to answer this one. I guess just... telling each other they’re going out? How do they greet each other when one of them gets home: I don’t want to say Nando has made up his own little song to sing every time he gets home, but he probably has. Harley refuses to admit he likes it. Who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often: Nando Who picks the movie for movie night: They try to compromise but let’s be real, it usually ends in them watching what Harley wants. Their favorite kind of movie to watch: Musicals, probably! Or so-bad-it’s-kind-of-good romance movies. Who first suggests a pillow fort: Harley Who builds the pillow fort: Harley Who tries to distract the other during the movie: Harley Who falls asleep first: Nando Who is big spoon/little spoon: Usually Nando is big spoon/Harley is little spoon, though they do sometimes switch places.

Harley huffed impatiently, looking over to the digital clock by his bed. Nando still sat in the chair in the corner of their room, plucking away at the strings of his mew-shaped harp.

“I honestly thought you’d stop playing that once you got indoors,” Harley mumbled acidly.

“There is no place where music should be afraid to come,” Nando answered his sour tone with his own, naturally soothing one. He paused only briefly to make the statement before continuing.

“Hun… you’re going to get us kicked out on a sound violation or some ridiculous thing! Besides, it’s 10 pm! I’m sure that people in the other rooms want to sleep! Heck! There’s someone in this room who does!” Harley declared, his tone agitated.

“No one has called or knocked on our door to give complaint. Barring you of course, Harley,” Nando answered him, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“And what? Are my complaints not good enough?”

The smile on Nando’s face turned sly and he replied, “That which is abundant in excess quantity tends to lose value.”

Harley huffed. As smug as the comment’s words had seemed, the bard’s silken tone had masked it, leaving it to sound far less abrasive as it would from anyone else’s mouth.

“When the heck do you sleep anyway? You’re always up after I knock out, and you’re up before I can even think about waking up!”

“I sleep as well as my pillow allows and for when it beckons,” Nando replied smoothly.

The reply was not more words from Harley, but a sudden strike to the face. It wasn’t harsh, nor painful, because the object was immaculately soft.

“It beckons, now shut up, stop playing, and go to sleep already,” Harley chastised, his arm lowering from the act of throwing a pillow at the obnoxiously polite coordinator.

Harley had begun to tuck himself in before he found the back of his head receiving a similar treatment.

“You know… this means war,” Harley growled.

He suddenly moved up from his lying position to strike at Nando with a pillow in hand.

But the bard was nowhere to be seen.

That mystery was solved soon after though, as another whack to his purple curls alerted him to the sly bard’s whereabouts.

“I may sing of wars, but do not think me incapable of fighting them,” Nando taunted in his luxuriant voice.

Harley lashed out at Nando. A deft block by Nando stymied his blow and allowed a counterattack by the bard. Harley’s mocking attacks came back in droves, with multiple strikes coming in quick succession. Soon, Nando succumbed to the attacks, and he decided to forego blocking in favour of retaliation. Soon, the whole affair grew into a clumsy mess of feathers.

It wasn’t long before the two collapsed in a heap, laughing on the bed as a hundred feathers floated down onto them like snow.

“See… much more fun that listening to you play the harp,” Harley lectured.

“I will get you to appreciate the beauty of music one day,” Nando retorted, his voice tired, but his manner still polite as ever.