#theagentlooker

I got inspired by this

-Omake-

“Well, you know. Early pidgey gets the carterpie.”

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@theagentlooker​ - @pacifidive​ Sent Some Love ! 

He needs to take a moment to gather himself. Staring at the mascot suddenly towering in front of him, a few seconds passes before he can pull himself together to actually provide the requested smile. ❝Oh! That would be very kind of you! That is a very thoughtful gift, thank you,❞ he replies, as the pokéball passes between hands.

Another second passes, as he stares at the pokéball now in his hands, before his smile snaps into a slightly more worried one. Can this person breathe under that gigantic mascot head?

❝Ack! Is that mascot head not heavy on your neck? Is your neck getting proper support?!❞

The chortled, clutching his stomach as he joyously rang out with laughter. “Oh, do not worry, my good fellow! I am a professional! Do not try this at home!” He shrugged, still chuckling softly. “Or, you know... You could make it out of Styrofoam like this one is! Ahaha!”

Ball Guy pointed at the Pokeball in the man’s hands. “You seem to be the type that is always on the run. If a Pokemon jumped out in front of you, I doubt you would want to stay and battle it! Which is why I’ve given you this! Tada~!”

Van Gogh ain’t got nothing on me yeup — STILL ACCEPTING GOD HAS FORSAKEN US

“I don’t have the time to do that kind of maintenance. The styling is the only thing that isn’t natural.” 

He wishes it wasn’t his hair color. How much easier would it be if his head wasn’t bright blue. Even as a child he wished for it to be black.

Affection manifested differently in Nanu.

It was something he hadn’t learned as a child. Parents were always at work, and by the time they came home, and little Asahi expected some sort of interaction with them (like he had seen from other kids and their parents at his school). All for naught, however, as they always went to bed. Without the basis of intimacy, it was hard to reciprocate it when the time finally came for that. Not necessarily learning what that word meant until later in his thirties. 

So, perhaps his idle movement towards Looker’s hands were out of character for him. Or, perhaps, he had unconsciously done so because it felt natural to him. There was always something unspoken between him and the other, even when he still wore the codename 000. Zeroes, like him, had little understanding of what it meant to love someone. What that entailed -- or how he should react. 

I love you...? 

Nanu was unaware of how powerful that simple gesture was for the other, as he deeply engrossed into a murder mystery novel. While the words that came out registered in his head, it took him a second to fully understand the gravity of the situation. For a moment, he doesn’t budge. While it might have looked like it was a sign that he was ignoring him, it was just the way he processed words. 

With silence, and an utter lack of thought on how to respond. He already picked up on the warm sensations he recently had when they were in proximity of each other. If it were Zeroes, confusion would have been his first gut feeling. Fortunately, Nanu had a decade to reflect on his feelings. They were -- after all -- the same as ten years ago. 

The same... huh. 

He puts a finger on the page he is on as a bookmark, and closes it. His eyes contact the others for a second before he pulls away, staring at the other side of the room. Hands are still firmly in place.