#sumorps

“after that i prepare dinner and then i have the rest of the evening to do whatever i want before going to sleep! the younger sumo wrestlers have lots of responsibilities, so it’s a little hard since i’m shishou’s only student. but i don’t mind, because i think it will help me get stronger! so if your pokedex is right, that means it will also help me evolve faster, right? that’s amazing!”

“um, if you’d like, i can bring more mochi the next time i am able to make the trip. p-perhaps with my friend daiki-kun as well!”

“though i suppose since it is your kimono, it is yours to do with as you please. um... forgive me for prying, though, i was only curious because of how it differs from the tradition of my own birthplace...” 

“to answer your question, i was born in ecruteak city, johto, but my parents decided to take me and migrate to a small island in alola shortly after. it’s... interesting, because to wear the right flap of a kimono over the left is how we dress the deceased for funerals... n-not that i mean any ill will towards you or anything! i-in any case, if time would allow it, i would like to hear more about your homeland sometime. perhaps... if we meet again?”

concerned, shishou slaps a paw onto the mon’s back in an attempt to get him to loosen up a little, urging him towards the living room where daiki had already placed a steaming tea pot and a couple of ceramic cups on the kotatsu.

“hm? i guess you could say that, yeah. been practicing since i was younger than my student over there,” he replies, nodding towards the makuhita. “my father inspired me to start, actually. continue the family trade, as they say.”

he sits down at the kotatsu, pouring himself some tea. “by the way, you don’t look like you’re from around here,” he comments, taking note of the scrafty’s attire. he’d certainly never seen a scrafty with a horn before. “have you journeyed far? you’re welcome to some tea if you’d like.”

“if there’s anything i need to improve on, it’s my leg strength,” daiki admits with a brief glance downwards to his rather short legs compared to blayz’s, which looked powerful enough to smash through cinder blocks. “shishou won’t even let me set foot on the ring until i can prove that i can hold my own at the tachi-ai - or the initial charge at the start of the bout.”

having been scribbling down his curry recipe on a post-it note in the meantime, daiki looks over the final product and nods in approval, handing it to blayz proudly. “anyways, the ingredients should be easy to find at your local grocery store, and there’s plenty of room for improvisations so if you’d like to add your own spin to it, i’d love to try it in the future!” he grins, already feeling excited at the implication of future visits from the hybrid mon.

he stands up after blayz, setting his pen down on the kotatsu. “mm-hmm, same here! and you’re always welcome at the dojo if you’re ever in the area, blayz. as we say here, よろしくおねがいします！” daiki says, returning the bow with one of his own.