#spectaculiis

// fair, fair. post a call for hoenn muses?

// I’ve been thinking of having a hoenn skype chat??? it can begin.

   Mitsuru blinks hard as he catches sight of ‘a living doll’. That’s an exaggeration, really, but it felt as though she were. There was no mistaking it-- that's Lisia. He couldn’t vouch for other regions but in Hoenn she was on everything. All kinds of brands wanted her face to advertise their products and everyone on television wanted interviews. Of course, who could forget her scouting series? ( Especially when a certain someone aired on it )

   He remembers very well when Lisia first hit it big. Mitsuru was around the same age as her at the time but they felt so completely different. Honestly, he was a little jealous back then, as well as inspired. He never imagined being able to see such an unreachable person within walking distance. Should he say something? They have a mutual friend so that’s reason enough for them to get along. Fame aside ( which he doesn’t want to get too caught up on like he did when he was younger ), he’s anxious for his own reasons.

   ‘ ah, my darling niece! ‘ the participants and audience of the contest spectacular alike broke apart in order to allow wallace through, all eyes fixated on the former contest star. it perhaps did not help that his milotic was out of her pokeball, parting the thick crowd with a swish of her tail and a low, keening noise warning off those who drew too close to her trainer.

   ‘ you did WONDERFUL, my dear! oh, that little dance you had choreographed for the ending was perfect, and, AH, how your altaria began to--- ‘ the charmed looks of those surrounding began to melt into boredom as he babbled excited, eyes glittering and mind whirring with every recollection of the contest. that was, until his milotic bumped his side, and he blinked, snapping out of his raving.

[txt]:: gratz!!!!! [txt]:: youve been picked to spend the day with me! （。＞ω＜）。 [txt]:: oh i just know were going to have so much fun!