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Having been greeted by the staff that had resided at the lower level and flocked around in a similar fashion to Bernstein's men, though with much more of a kind and comfortable demeanor, Desiree would smile as she would hand the containers of cupcakes to the staff member that had inquired. Her hand letting go of the pink shiny containers of sweets, letting them reside in the girl's grasp for now, she would peer at the surroundings that encompassed the room before being led up to the penthouse.[break][break]

"Thank you for getting these ready for me~! ♡ There are enough that all of you can have one or two as well if you want!" she'd smile as they began their venture to the top, her mind cloaked in nostalgia. The architecture of the skyscraper was ever so familiar, so much so that it caused her stomach to turn ever so slightly; it was just like her penthouse suite and lobby in Kalos that she used to reside in, though hosting a completely different attire in terms of decor. She had not found herself in a building this large since then, since she had packed after the incident, but things felt much safer here. Calm thoughts would be reinforced in her mind forcibly, as she did not want to dampen the mood of the exciting day that would soon be before her.[break][break]

Once Desiree made it up to the penthouse, windows showcasing the stretching horizon of the island region to its full entirety, she would soak in all of the musical instruments that encompassed the open rooms. She was not prone to disliking the art of controlled chaos and clutter, if anything, she embraced it. It was one of the most common themes in recording label offices, especially those that encouraged their artists to work within their domain. If Callan were to accompany her to the treehouse apartment she had recently put a down payment on in the future, he would notice that her space was more or less the same, but less guitars and more crystals and plants. And a giant display of recording equipment and turntables in one of the corners of her living room behind a wall of plushies and empty wine bottles.[break][break]

Shimmering noises like a giant wind chime would manifest in the room from her dress as she would quickly run towards Callan, crystals dinging against each other as she would embrace him within his arms right back. "That's all you~! ✧ But thank youu, I love how we both brought the crystal vibes out for today. ♡ And no worries at all, I'm not crazy about that kinda stuff either." A small blush would form under the white line tattoos on her cheeks at his peck, but Desiree would keep it composed, her eyes resonating on the chair that sat in front of what she presumed to be his desk. Adjusting her dress while she slipped into the chair, because that would hurt so bad if she sat directly on the crystals draped from her back, she would sit with her legs tucked under her body allowing the gems to stretch outwards and flow.[break][break]

Noticing the movement behind her as the secretary poured forward with trays of refreshments, Desiree would turn backwards briefly before smiling and turning to face Callan's gaze once more- only the tiniest bit of ptsd had creeped up and released the tiniest bit of fear, but luckily it had not been more than Mandy. It was the setting, it had to be the setting. But it wasn't uncommon to turn when you heard approaching clacks behind you, so Desiree would severly downplay the few seconds of fear by smiling and holding her hands together in her lap patiently. When she noticed the cupcakes upacked and arranged neatly on the platter she would visibly get excited, adjusting her posture and causing small beads of light to cast off of the crystal.[break][break]

Acrylic nails brushing through her waves of pink, she would smile towards the secretary and make a little half heart with her other free hand, closing her eyes to let out a grin. "Thank you lovie, this should be perfect, and sweet, vape juice!~ Is it okay if I vape in here? I have a little fan in my purse we could use to avoid hotboxing," she'd confirm and inquire simultaneously with Callan, curious if they had any clean air policies within the establishment. Some people were asthmatic, so she had to ask out of respect before sucking up the flavored smoke.[break][break]

Gracefully picking up one of the cups of tea, the pinkette would raise it up to her lips and take a sip. It tasted just like the tea back at home her mother used to make, grassy, floral, and refreshing as ever.[break][break]

Setting the teacup down on the table, she would continue to brush her hair through with the nails, twirling the ends in between her fingers. "Yes~! ♡ It's wild here, but the beaches everywhere have helped with the heat," she would smile, looking toward the cupcakes simultaneously alongside Callan. "Nothing crazy~! I bake a little now and then when I'm invited places, so I thought it would be fitting! But you're so sweet- they have rose, cherry, and cinnamon in them, so head this warning if you're allergic in any way." A giggle would escape her lips, curious as to if she made the wrong eccentric call in her creations. Maybe baking would become a new hobby of Desiree's, but it was so hard to pursue it frequently due to just how time consuming creating beats was. That, and spending time with her pokemon babies.[break][break]

"How's it been going with you?" she would ask curiously before taking another sip of her tea, holding it in-between both of her hands. ".. been gearing up for this war against Bernstein, have you? ♡"

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Smoke from the vape drifting out of her lips, Desiree would tap her nails against the edge of the table curiously as she would look toward Callan upon hearing his response. The thought of pissing off Bernstein felt just as right as it did justified, exhilarating yet natural; but all she had was a first impression and an idea rather than the whole picture. Just what if Bernstein was even more than he claimed to be? Regardless though, making a cake with the sausage-fingered's face on it for their next get-together would be the perfect addition to those exciting future drink night plans.[break][break]

"Good~ ♡ He gives me such weird vibes when I think back about our interaction with his, yanno." she would smile in an attempt to not laugh at the thought, noticing the sleek folder appear within Callan's hands as they would speak. Her eyes would flutter toward it in curiosity, dazzling as the crystalline dress fluctuated with her movement in an attempt to steady herself in the seat. A nostalgic sight as this was not her first time at the rodeo, she anticipated all the finest of fine details.[break][break]

Looking down at the piece of cardstock that rested in front of her tea, Desiree would reach outwards and pick it up to bring it a bit closer, making sure to read every single word and repeat sentences with her inner monologue if they didn't quite make sense at first. Even though she wasn't planning on it, the idea of playing around with other genres was quite appealing, alongside the royalties portion. They were much more generous than Cosmic Records was, that was for sure. The first company she was signed with, but her termination of contract story was anything but what she wished to speak about.[break][break]

Taking another sip of her tea as she would keep reading, she would smile upon reaching the lower portions of the contract details. "Ownership is quite hard to come by outside of trancewave back in Kalos, thank you again, ♡" Gratitude would be present in her words, reaching to the tiny pocket on the side of her bag for a pen that looked to be encased in ribbons. Slipping it in between her fingers, she would look towards the bottom of the paper and the line that awaited signature. A stroke away from a change in predetermined destiny.[break][break]

"Everything sounds great to me, so, ✧" Her hand would advance toward the bottom of the page, white ink manifesting on the cardstock beneath her. Trancewave would be impressed by just how fast Desiree would be able to achieve a signing, or at least that's what she thought, because this was all happening so soon, so suddenly. Not allowing herself to become overwhelmed with the concluded signature and officiation in the slightest, she would slide the paper back across the table to Callan's side, a joyous smile spanning across her face.[break][break]

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"It's official~! ♡ I don't plan on leaving any time soon, so you're stuck with me now," the Kalosian would laugh, raising her vape up to take a deep drag, "..thank you Callan, I'll forever be grateful for this." A cupcake would try to call out to her gaze, but she would hesitate for that split second because there were more important things to bring up.[break][break]

Reaching her free hand to her mushroom purse, a small pink envelope would manifest with a tiny bulge in the center. Encased by a pink heart-shaped wax stamp, she would place it in the center of the table. "It's a flashdrive of my new album, or at least, my plans for it. And there are a few more songs just in case, but I'm iffy about those ones." If he were to use the drive, it would appear to have file names for each song with little emojis next to each, and there would be a total of ten songs. However, unlike most of the other albums that she had released to the public, there were no features of other talent. All were electronically formed by her Elektron Monomachine Synth-Sequencer, Ableton, and her vocals on the few that had lyrics.

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Desiree taking his hand without hesitation, she'd smile and stand with his reinforcement, crystals shimmying back and forth from her lustrous dress. The recording studio would be down a floor, not the longest venture; the giant mushroom bag would slip onto her elbow while she would hold onto the teacup, taking a big gulp before joining him on the walk. And don't even think that she would forget her vape, that was definitely out of the question.[break][break]

Smoke billowing out of her lips on the walk down the steps, she would look at the embellished mounts of guitars and recording equipment lining the walls, impressed by just how intricate some had appeared. Before long they would be in the comfortable studio, and just prior to sitting down in a plush chair near the master seat, she would hang the bag on a little hanger near the door. It had been quite some time since she had been in an official recording studio, not the mini one resting in the corner of her treehouse apartment, and it felt great. Not only itching her brain in nostalgia but also excitement.[break][break]

Adjusting herself in the chair, her gem beads would glitter just as before in the dim lighting. "Yes, I've got a free schedule for the rest of the day, so I'd love that~! ♡" She'd insist, mentally pushing back her plans to get a mani-pedi and some booze from the liquor store. Priorities were priorities, and getting to spend more time with Callan would certainly be nothing short of a good time.[break][break]

Listening to the songs that would play from the flash drive, she would sway back and forth with the music, humming some of the tunes here and there. Though some of the songs were purely electronic rather than lyrical, all of their files would appear heavily embellished with loads of sound layers- she had a habit of forgetting to merge them once she was done editing, as sometimes last-minute changes were inevitable. Desiree hoped more than anything that they would be to Callan's liking, especially when it came to the last two bonus songs that she hesitated placing onto the queue for various reasons.[break][break]

"I'm a bit hesitant about the last two because I feel they don't fit the melancholic vibe the other songs do, but I'm still just as obsessed with them," she'd express softly, looking at the list of songs on the computer while her nails would tap on the table, "..I've been thinking of naming the album 'Shimmering Butterfly' or something similar! Does that sound fitting enough? ✧" Open to suggestions and tweaks, especially on the name, she would take a long drag of her vape as she'd look toward Callan, curious of any reception he may give.

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Acrylic nails of pink tapping on the table, Desiree would smile with a glimmer of enthusiasm in her eyes. "You're on, I've been wanting to go to the clubs here in Slateport ever since I got here~! ♡ I'm excited it'll be with you." Taking a good look into his eyes, she would let out a tiny chuckle in response to his question- she had only had a long-lasting relationship with romantics once, being that with Oracelies close to four years prior, a similar setting to the one she was in and all. Both artists, but both just starting out in the world of sound and synthesizers. But Callan seemed different, much more genuine, and those years of experience in the industry in Kalos allowed her to witness some real shit go down when it came to scumbags like Bernstein. The man that sat beside her seemed to be nothing of the sort in the slightest, and she found solace in that, swirling her tea in fascination.[break][break]

"Oh, yeah, I'm single~." She'd slowly raise the vape to her lips, wondering if he would say the same. But after all, why would he be asking the question if he wasn't? Besides, she would have definitely heard a mention somewhere if he was; Callan was a prominent figure in the industries here in Hoenn, so tabloids would have definitely captured anything of the sort, the pinkette was sure of it. Excitement would build in her stomach as they would listen to the songs, those same shimmering butterflies from the first day that she had met Callan, and they would soon spread their wings.[break][break]

As they would dance, Desiree wrap her arms around his neck and rest them upon his shoulder blades, becoming one with her meticulous creation of fluctuating soundwaves. It felt like magic, her crystalline fragments swaying with the resonant movements of the pair. Dancing like this was new, Desiree had reserved these things for nights out with the girls and behind her turntable at live performances. Smiling as the song would conclude, she would begin to let out her joyous laugh, following Callan as they would go back to the chairs.[break][break]

The guitarist's words felt nothing short of affirming in any and all ways possible, causing her to blush ever so slightly as she would take it all in. Callan's words were true, so true that they kind of allowed intrusive thoughts to seep into the cracks for just a moment- but she would suppress them with extreme effort. In an attempt to distract herself during her time recovering after the hospital, Desiree tried to push the dark veil of grim misfortune that cloaked her recent past out, and in that attempt she created six of the ten songs- 'Us Ephemeral' and '3NDL3SS' were made before, while 'Sunscreen' and 'Infatuation' were made just days before the charity mixer. But it was to no surprise that the other six read to have hints of darkness hidden deep inside them; she was just glad that Callan recognized them to be engaging, and would smile.[break][break]

Holding her hands together in her lap as she'd listen to his initial thoughts wrap up, she'd look toward him with a blushy face and a minimal smile, holding back just everything she had wished to elaborate on as to why. "I went through some shit when I made most of those songs, at least, other than the last two," Desiree would speak a bit quieter than before, but would look up towards him and smile through all of those dark, endless thoughts, ".. but that's a story for another day. Thank you for saying I'm sweet, that means more to me than you'll ever know. I'm glad you like it. ♡" [break][break]

Callan proved to be good at helping her bury those repetitive thoughts organically, great even, as his thoughts on the potential b-side songs caused Desiree to smile with a flourishing blush upon her cheeks. "I made them for a little preview to whoever I'd end up wanting to inquire further with that day, but honestly, I'm so so thankful it went to you instead of anyone else I met. ♡" Her eyes would flutter towards his as she'd continue to smoke her fruity e-cigarette, the rose gardens between her white streaks of tattooed picket fences manifesting further on her cheeks. Sunscreen was quite the intimate song when dedicated to another, but frankly, his words felt like they were pushing her closer and closer to addressing the Phanphy in the back of her mental room.[break][break]

"I'd love to show it to them too, and yeah~!" She'd continue to look into his eyes, twirling a long strand of pink waves within her ring-adorned fingers. "Honestly, it came to me when I started heading home after we met and I gave the letter to you. It's like.. I just felt so many butterflies in my stomach when I was leaving, so many they felt like they were shimmering, and the name manifested with it. It felt right- but really, you're the one to thank for the name, so thank you." Her cerulean optics would appear like they had depth into them, reminiscing on that moment, that feeling- but it never really went away, it had been there and stayed there since Callan made Bernstein fuck right off. It was a beautiful distraction, not only being able to face new opportunities in the name of Teravolt but to have been able to meet the guitarist with charisma running wild.[break][break]

"Thank you, Callan. ♡¸.•'" She'd lean up against the table resting with her elbow, continuing to face him with a soft gaze, feeling the flutter of the butterfly wings persist.

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