#seikatsu

So here's my character, Saisei Seikatsu! She plays her role in Pokemon Conquest and Legends: Arceus.

Purrple Cat  - Palm Tree

https://youtu.be/eKwdN5qzSpc

Seikatsu Nisutairu

Background:

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Personality:

Always has to come up with something new, Will always turn to diy instead of a hospital, She is very calm most of the time, Always tries to help people, Will not accept failure or defeat when it comes to diy, Always tries her best, A good baby

Facts:

Her name means life-in style, She is a vegetarian, She has a YouTube channel called Diylifehacks, She made her outfit and most of her stuff, Likes board games, Dislikes failure

Height and Weight:

6.1ft and 140lbs

Ultimate:

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His palms were sweating again.

It didn’t matter that this wasn’t their first date, or even their second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth. Joshoa had to keep his hands in his pockets just to keep from nervous fiddling with his fingers, glad at least his gloves would keep the sweaty palms from being noticeable. He kept his expression schooled to at least look calm to the average passerby, his back to the tree that was their designated meeting point, his eyes fixed firmly on the single dandelion growing on the patch of grass around him instead of up and around looking for Kaz- Seikatsu.

Why was his heart determined to beat out of his chest every time he saw him? It was a flat out betrayal. Making him nervous and out to look like a fool, making it hard to look at Seikatsu’s face without thinking about kissing him and turning so red he thought he might explode - even thinking about thinking about it was heating his face up. He propped one of his feet up against the tree, trying to will the color away, given that his date would be here any minute and would no doubt make a comment about it.

A comment that, if their history together was anything to go by, would only make it a thousand times worse.

He heard rather than saw Ka- Seikatsu coming. Skateboards weren’t all that rare in the city but Joshoa was convinced Seikatsu’s had a distinct sound to it, and knew even before he glanced up from the dandelion that he’d see his ray of sunshine rolling towards him down the sidewalk.

God he hated his own cheesy thoughts sometimes.

“Sup!” Seikatsu kicked his board up and caught it in one smooth move, coming up to lean against the tree and shoot a cheeky grin up at him. “Here I am. What are your next two wishes?”

“Shut up.” Joshoa quickly looked away from him, though the good natured laughing told him his flush was just as noticeable as it felt. He was quick to push away from the tree and start walking away, not at all because he needed to run away from his own emotional floundering.

It wasn’t until he was on the opposite side of the block, Seikatsu having jogged to catch up with him, that Joshoa realized he had no idea where they were going. He stopped abruptly, clearing his throat as Seikatsu stopped a step ahead of him, turning and beaming back in that way that made his heart beat far too fast to possibly be healthy.

“Sooooo…?”

“What?” Joshoa crossed his arms tightly, hoping that might make his heart cool it.

Seikatsu shrugged, readjusting his hold on his skateboard. “You seemed like you knew where you wanted to go. Guess we should have talked about it before- hey, look!” The younger boy hopped right off the sidewalk into the well manicured lawn of some business Joshoa didn’t recognize, heading straight for some mixed colored flowers hanging from poles in ornate pots dotted here and there. “These are those one flowers- wait, I can remember their name.”

“Daisies.”

“Yeah, those!” Without any more thought than that, Seikatsu plucked an orange one right from the hanging pot before jogging right back to Joshoa and presenting it with a beaming smile. “Here. It’s only half as pretty as you, though.”

With a very loud groan, Joshoa spun right on his heels and marched back down the street in the direction they’d just come from, once again very done with the feeling of his face burning off. He didn’t get very far before Seikatsu got in his way though, mirth sparkling in his miss-matched eyes, the warmth in his laughter matching perfectly with the daisy he’d picked at random from the rainbow of colors he’d had to choose from.

Of course, he probably didn’t know that. Floriography kinda required one to know flower names to begin with, and since it had only been a few weeks since he’d learned what daisies were (and had barely remembered their name this time), there was little chance he knew what the orange ones symbolized. And that they perfectly captured Seikatsu’s roll in his life.

Sunshine of his life, the source of the warmth that spread from his heart like tendrils, roots making themselves cozy and planting themselves firm in his chest.

God, his own thoughts were embarrassing as hell.

“Sorry, was the flower too much?” Despite the question, Seikatsu quickly tucked it right behind Joshoa’s ear, trailing the back of his fingers against his very red cheek on the way back down even though they were in public and anyone could walk by and see them right now. “Guess I lost myself there in your eyes.”

“Stop it.”

He laughed again, stretching his arm behind his back as he took a step away from Joshoa. “Sorry, sorry. You’re just so cute when you blush.”

“Do you do anything besides tease people?”

That, in hindsight, was either the best or worst thing he could have asked in that moment. He should have known better, really should have known he’d take it as a challenge. There wasn’t a challenge alive Seikatsu would back down from, even if it was just one he made for himself, so the smalling hint of one (even one Joshoa didn’t actually mean) had his nostrils flaring and his mismatched eyes sparking like a fire.

“What, don’t like to be teased?” Just like that, Seikatsu was back in his space, leaning up and in even as Joshoa instinctively leaned back, though he knew it was too late to escape. “Bet I could change that. All it would take is one night.”

“Wha-?”

“It’s a little too soon for that, though.” Instead of explaining exactly what ‘that’ was, Seikatsu reached out to tap his fingers against Joshoa’s collar, playing with the edges of his clothes as if they were in private and not outside, on a sidewalk, in the middle of the day, where anyone could see them-

So why was it that Joshoa couldn’t push him away?

“Guess I’ll just…” He had to stand on his tippy toes to get any closer, but then Seikatsu was just a hair’s breath away, his own breath ghosting over Joshoa’s lips. “…have to settle for a kiss for now.”

‘Settle’ isn’t exactly how Joshoa would put it but he found talking a bit difficult when they were so close, their lips almost touching. And breathing. Breathing was difficult, too. All he found himself able to do was lean closer, horrified that he was really going to kiss Seikatsu out in the open like this - but his heart didn’t care and wouldn’t hear no for an answer, and before his brain could argue any further he found the distance between them non-existent, once again lost in the feeling of Seikatsu’s lips against his own.

A feeling he didn’t get to enjoy for long, since out of the corner of his eye he saw a couple passing them by. The two girls had knowing sparkles in their eyes, one hiding a laugh behind the hand that wasn’t holding on tight to the other girls, and if that wasn’t enough to sent a jolt through Joshoa then nothing was. He jumped back with an undignified noise he’d never admit to, leaving Seikatsu blinking as he dropped back to his heels, watching as Joshoa sputtered over his own embarrassment.

“We can’t just- you aren’t- we- you can’t just kiss people in public like that, Kaze!”

“Pretty sure you kissed me.” Seikatsu grinned and scratched the back of his neck, not looking nearly guilty enough over the whole thing. “Besides, our first kiss was in public, too. Remember?”

“That was different!”

“How?”

“Shut up.”

At least, for once, Seikatsu was willing to let it go. He readjusted his skateboard to be crooked in his right arm, still looking far too pleased with himself, still just as bright and sunny as ever as he beamed over at his boyfriend. “So. Got an idea for where you wanna go yet? Or should I run off to a gas station for some supplies for a night in?”

“We’re going to the beach.” Joshoa firmly ignored how high pitched his voice was there for a second, once more spinning on his heels to march down the street away from the walking embarrassment he was far too attached to for his own good. Though he had to turn around again, this time much more slowly, when Seikatsu caught up with him to remind him the beach was, in fact, not on the west side of town - the west side being where he’d marched off towards without thinking of geography in the slightest.

He’d also not given any thought to how neither of them were dressed for the beach. Nor did they have anything like towels or sunscreen or really anything beach like with them. But it was far too late to turn back now that he’d said it, so he marched on anyway, the only hiccup in his steps caused by the hand that reached out to hold his own gently as they walked.