Michi
she/her
49
November 1
Petalburg City, Hoenn
happily wed
Gym Receptionist
Civilian
have a great, positive, and beautiful day!
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michiko maeda
rosé at the rink [mm]
POSTED ON Jan 4, 2021 11:35:47 GMT
“Oh, it’s here! I found him!” Michi exclaimed, pulling up his fan page. “Eee, he is cool! It is saying he is very famous!” The bad boy, battle-royale bombshell himself, no one knew the true identity of Alola’s Masked Royal (though there was plenty of speculation.) Michi clicked through a fan analysis of the symbolism on his mask, getting excited. He wasn’t the type of ‘character’ she’d been expecting, but she loved a good mystery. “Who do you think—”
All the breath left her lungs in a whoosh as she was lifted off the air like a dancer in an ice ballet, Balder effortlessly spinning her around and setting her on his shoulder as easily as a Gurdurr with a girder. The kids shot past where she’d been just moments before, yelling and laughing. Michi could barely let out a squeak, heart hammering in her chest at the close call. “I am so sorry!” she exclaimed, still a little shell-shocked, when Balder looked back at her. “It’s... I was not being careful. Thank you.” Maybe it was time to go back. After such a daring rescue, her legs were far too weak to keep skating anyway! “Balder, thank you,” Michiko said once she was back in her normal shoes and they were both standing outside the rink again. She inclined her head, phone still clutched in one hand. “And thank you for telling me about Masked Royal! Maybe I will become a fan too!” She gave a little laugh, seeming sincere. Now that she had her handbag again, she seemed to remember something and dug around inside before presenting the man with a waxy, bright orange fruit, carefully wrapped and packaged. “Oh, for you! This is a ripe persimmon from my garden! The Lunatone didn’t get them all this year.” She beamed. “Thank you for all your hard work during the festival!”
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