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The Magnificent Funtasia was certainly a name that lived up to its expectations, as Desiree had not found herself in a carnival this large-scale since her childhood on a family vacation to Johto. It was exhilarating, even if she was waiting for her plus one's arrival; a wild pack of Vivillon flew above her as she'd exhibit her patience, resonating with the butterflies that formed in her stomach. Sure, she was slowly spending more and more time in Callan's presence back at the Teravolt Offices at Slateport, but they just wouldn't give her a break. Thinking back on how he made her feel was definitely a factor at play for that feeling, but she couldn't help the fact that he was just maybe the most comforting and alluring person she'd had the pleasure of meeting in Hoenn. And after that night at Purgatory that little while ago? She selfishly craved that feeling endlessly.[break][break]

Finishing a carnival treat that she had bought when she had entered the festivities a moment prior, a multi-colored dango skewer with sweet red bean paste, she'd discard the remnants in a big trash can before sitting on a ledge near the ferris wheel. Desiree was enamored by the sugary taste, ever so sweet, and hoped that Callan would feel the same when she'd give it to him a bit later; a little to-go box with a couple inside rested next to her on the ledge for him, bearing the same colors as the rice flour desert.[break][break]

It wasn't long before she saw him approaching from the horizon, smoke fluttering out of her lips in tandem with the transparent veil covering the upper parts of her face as she would stand from the ledge. "Hey, ♡" Blush would form upon her cheeks, a mix of gold, silver, and crystalline rings coating her fingers which would attempt to interlock with his accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. She'd wanted to tell him how much she'd missed being in his presence after their rendez-vous at the club, but that would be something to say much later. Who knew just how many wandering eyes and ears were here with them on the festival grounds, after all; paparazzi, rocket, Bernstein? Privacy was privacy, especially for those in the music industry.[break][break]

"How was the trip here? ♡ It's hella packed, I hope traffic wasn't a pain!" Curiosity would manifest in her mind and words, so distracted that she'd forgotten all about the dango gift. It would patiently sit on the ledge, guarded by the little flower fairy that had accompanied her on the short trip down from her treehouse apartment.

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