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oops. he had only managed to catch mimikyu, ( who john had CREATIVELY named Kyu ) about eight minutes ago, the little tyke being too cute to pass up.  but within that time span, they had run into another, equally adorable mimikyu and had managed to M I X  themselves up-- so much so that john couldn’t tell the difference, golden gaze drops to roserade, his trusted partner, who can only manage to offer a shrug in response. the other trainer soon appeared, ( with some funky looking clothes, alola sure is S O M E T H I N G. ) 

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    “Hey!! Darce!!!” The young woman ran up to him, a small grin on her face and a box in her hands. She seemed really excited, blue eyes near-sparkling with her current enthusiasm. “I... I did it! From now on, I’m going to be living in Alola... Permanently. So I decided to make a little celebration out of it!”

   Taking a seat beside him, careful to not jostle around the box too much, she opened it...    Macarons. Talk about a callback! This time with a more colorful variety, almost like peering into a box of colored pencils; so many types, with some colors vastly different or a few shades away!

          And here the mute thought that he had avoided every single grunt in the area. ( what a great impression -- a [ ex ] champion was roaming property belonging to a gang ) It wasn’t until he slipped into the house that he turned to stare straight into the eyes of another. 

     ‘ you’re going to get stepped on, ’ he remarked, stopping right before stepping on him. ‘ waiting for someone? ’  

Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours . accepting ! . @shvrker

In the end Guzma is a huge coward, a bloody chicken when his feelings were involved. Oh how he would give half of his soul to actually feel as aloof as he acted out to be,  only half though,  you don’t go selling whole souls that’s just  common sense.   And how do you tell a subordinate you… maybe.. quite frankly.. have maybe some feelings for them? Asking Plumeria was no help, as she just pushed him so hard he toppled over and had to grip the nearest solid surface so he wouldn’t actually fall on his face, this happened to be the  EXACT grunts chest and wasn’t that a mess he wanted to forget. 

Apparently some of the other grunts had seen this too, because now they thought they could get all chummy  with him and tease him on his  PATHETIC crush. So what if he let Darce sleep over at the mansion, some of the other grunts were resident there permanently anyway the guy had a hard home life Guzma could relate. This wasn’t ( it was ) some weird protective feeling kicking in he swore it wasn’t ( it totally was who was he kidding ).

So there he was, really  REALLY  unsure how he got to this damn situation. The grunts thought it was a great idea to play  spin the bottle  in the great hall and if you wanted to get to the godamn kitchen you had to go through their dumb game and   HOW CONVENIENT  it had landed on Guzma while he was hopping over the fallen chandelier. Guzma was sure he had given each one of these grunts a daily tasks, and those weren’t easy stuff either, they did not have time for spin the bottle.

So there he was, standing dumbfounded before Darce who was FURIOUSLY blushing under his scarf, like the whole situation wouldn’t get any worse it seemed like Guzmas whole neck was also beet red.

    “  You really had to play the kissing version of this game, what’s wrong with good old truth or dare ??  “  It’s a aversion tactic, a last chance to get this whole farce to stop, because Guzma was a big boy and big boys did not run away from situations like this. Yes he meant literally run, emotional running was a completely different thing.

   “  Nothings wrong with little smooching boss !! “

Oh he was going to kill whoever shouted that, mark his words. 

    “  Ugh FINE !! “  he really had nothing to loose so why the heck not. Taking the front of Darce’s tank he yanks the scarf away from the other guys lips before crashing his lips to his. The kiss, in retrospect, wasn’t all that graceful, more like smashing of faces but at that moment it was AWESOME and almost like HEAVEN. 

Being granted access to a new region could not have been any better. Sure it may have been under research orders and he wasn’t technically alone here, but he was far, far away from working in a lab and...hurting Pokemon. For a while, Midorikawa was hoping that this region would help temporarily forget what he was supposed to be doing.

But, it didn’t help so much when he found himself in some blocked off and graffitied town. That was accompanied by heavy rain. This town really perplexed the scientist, but really didn’t have the time to dawdle in his thoughts. While there were a couple of...strangely attired people hanging around, he just wanted to get some shelter from the rain. So, he dashed into the nearest home, though wasn’t expecting to see someone actually residing in one. Or at least looking pretty comfortable here.