"S'fine," a slender arm reaches out, snatching a can from Rowan's bundled arms, feeling the frigid aluminum against his fingers. They were sure to plant a kiss on his lips which he leaned into, before inquiring about the locale.

"Yeah, me too..."

He'd lean his head to the side, catching a glimpse of the brand label on Rowan's jeans, wagging his brow mischievously just to drive home his point.

"It's a little noisier than I remember; most of these big skyscrapers were modest buildings back when I was a kid." Nostalgia tugged at his heartstrings mercilessly.

The way his features suddenly relaxed suited him well, as he reminisced over his childhood escapades. Adrian had found Howitzer and Rover here, and started his journey with them. Many great memories lived only in Sinnoh.

"I have many fond memories of Sinnoh."

They would live here forever, and in his heart.

Dipping his head low and pressing his forehead to theirs, he kept his eyes closed, leaning on them for balance.

"I was hoping to share some with you..." Arms wreathed around the small of Rowan's back, ensnaring them against the beating of his fluttering breast. "Maybe make some new ones along the way..." Nuzzling his cheek to theirs, he hoped this would mark the start to their lover's getaway.

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Rowan Wrynn

Locked in their embrace, Adrian rested his chin against the crown of Rowan's hair, inhaling the earthly scent of shampoo. "Hmmm... Fair question."

Shop around, get something real to eat, or putting their new bed through the paces; all seemed like perfectly quaint ways to begin their little retreat.

"Why don't we get our things put away awhile," he murmured in dulcet tones, puffing his sweltering breath against Rowan's brow as he withdrew from them, matching their gaze. "There's no need to rush, right?"

Reluctant to withdraw from Rowan, he kept his fingers laced with theirs, picking up his luggage with the offhand and heading towards the elevator at their side. With a deep breath, he relented: "I was thinking of checking out the latest Poketches while we're in Jubilife..."

They reminded him of his childhood, growing up in Sinnoh. They'd been all the rage back in the day, and with the miracles of modern invention, their uses had increased a thousand fold. And they made great souvenirs.

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Rowan Wrynn

"Of course we can." Perhaps Adrian had a record for anything but, the way Rowan teased him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were asking for it..."

Wearing a smile as they trudged towards the elevator in peace, he continued to think up excursions for just the two of them. And, of course, he expected to visit his parents with Rowan at some point. Though he would've much liked to avoid his father. "They're really helpful tools."

"I left my old one at home before I left, and I've been meaning to get a replacement," Adrian mouths before gesturing for them to board the lift, cornering them in the metal box with their luggage in tow. As the doors drew closed he sidled up to Rowan, though now he was a bit preoccupied with a fascination surrounding Poketches.

As the floors dinged them by in relative quiet, he would take a deep breath before reminding himself where he was, who he was with... Hmmmmmmm.

Then he finally asked the million dollar question.

"Was there anything in Sinnoh you've wanted to do, or go see? There's more than just Jubilife for us to explore."

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Rowan Wrynn

"I just wanted to be alone with you," he admits sheepishly, taking their hand in his and stroking their palm with his thumb, draping his head against theirs where it rested against his shoulder. Everything else was secondary.

The elevator dinged as they reached their floor, the metal doors sliding open to let them out. Along with their belongings, they walked through the corridor until they reached the room matching their key; Adrian shoved the key in forcefully and twisted it, pushing the door ajar to reveal their quarters. It was all a little bit too fancy for him.

He hoped Rowan liked this sort of thing.

"I'll take our stuff to the bedroom. Why don't you check the digs," he suggests before pecking them on the cheek, taking over their luggage and hauling it away towards the presumed bedroom. No, that's a closet. Maybe the next one? Eventually he'd discard everything in their room before searching for where Rowan had gone.

"So?~ What do you think..."

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Rowan Wrynn