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He, him, his
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March 31
Freezington, Galar
Irrelevant.
Officer / Gym Leader / INTERPOL
Lieutenant Officer
Was doing swords and shields before it was cool.
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Gwyar Wledig
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POSTED ON May 25, 2021 13:37:41 GMT
Before their departure, she could probably see the gears grinding inside the blonde's head. Before he brought his fist atop his palm gently, his mouth taking on an '0' shape.
"The bull at the Spirit Festival!" He said, his memory finally jarred properly. He hadn't really seen Tapu Bulu properly during the stampede, though he had seen him on the news the day after. No, he had only seen the many Tauros stampeding, michiko maeda who had given him Raki for raising, and...
That particular character. (Lulu Flint)
But INTERPOL hadn't gotten back to him yet on that yet, so it wasn't his problem... for now.
He shook his head out of those thoughts, though it might have seemed as if he was shooting down her words.
"I want to, though." He said simply, flushing slightly at her smile. He tried to chuckle, grinning. "The fact that you like them so much is enough. Can't just hit you with the bangers and mash every day."
He could eat the same thing every day and not even blink; His father had been much the same, and his mother had never complained. His daughters however, had quickly changed that outlook as they grew up, forcing the man to learn more and more recipes until he had a veritable collection of Galarian meals committed to memory.
None of which really worried too much with Veggies, funnily enough.
"I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I made you carry this..." He said, before looking away holding it out to her, winking mischievously. "So let's just keep this to ourselves."
Neither of them had thought to bring a sheet for their picnic, ironically enough, but neither seemed to mind either, so it worked out. Nodding as she found a spot beneath a tall tree, the man smiled, his eyes moving to the children's playground nearby, something akin to nostalgia slipping over his expression before he unceremoniously dropped his bum onto the grass.
He had never been to a children's playground as a kid, but his children had. They were so cute and unrebellious back then...
"Yes. This is a wonderful place." He said with a smile, before patting the spot at his side.
As he waited for the meal to be drawn from the paperbags, his mind went back to cooking.
"Say, Eva... Do you know how to cook Vegetarian meals?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Some time you are willing and not busy... Maybe you can teach me?" He asked, smiling somewhat shyly. Taking from her free time wasn't in his to do list. He just would rather learn from her than in some class. "Any time is fine. As you know... I've got time plenty of free time."
He was on his sabbatical, after all.
The man's brain seemed to grind to a stop at that thought, face freezing in place.
'No, you are not.'
He was here on an official assignment. Wasn't he lying to Eva right now?
The man chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, before realizing he had stopped talking without reason, glancing back at Eva.
"Ah, sorry... was suddenly struck with... something." He said; he didn't want to lie to her anymore than he had, but he wasn't allowed to say anything on the matter either.
Frustrating.
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