There was something about a carnival that had some sort of Kalosian flare. He could only nod mindlessly to her question as he seemed to take in everything. The lights, the sounds, the games, and even the rides all screamed something grand. To her latter question, a smile twitched against the corners of his lips. His eyes landed on a simple game of darts and he immediately pointed to it. While he wasn't exactly a sharpshooter by any means in comparison to Camellia, he did have his moments where he could land on the mark. After a few words and bills were exchanged between Topher and the attendant, he was given three darts.

A deep breath in to steady, and a straight toss. Pop. He managed to hit one of the balloons with ease, taking it off the wall. The second dart came not long after with another pop. If he could get the third, he'd manage to win a decently sized prize. Though it slipped out of his grasp before he could properly throw it. Thankfully the attendant was kind enough to pick it up for him and replace it. (Although Topher didn't notice how the color to the dart was different than the one he dropped.)

When he threw the final one, it just seemed to bounce off of the balloon and not take it out. The attendant gave a frown and told him that perhaps he didn't throw it hard enough, but it still counted as a throw. (What Topher didn't realize was that the dart itself had been a dull one.) But he had enough points to win one of the smaller prizes, and he happily took a small plush Litwick. It reminded him of Camellia's Lampent, Marcel. Before he knew it, he was already handing off the small plush prize to her.

"I figured you'd like it. I wanted to try and get the big Gengar for you, but this'll suffice, right?"

After he offered those words, he immediately reached out and took Camellia by the wrist, gently and carefully. Topher desperately tried to take the lead towards the ferris wheel if she'd be willing.

"We can do something together right? Then let's."

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"Yeah, I won it, but it was for you," he shrugged.

Was it really? Or just an attempt to calm her down from how she leapt over the game booth? The latter option didn't seem right in the way Topher offered her a sweet smile. He was utterly clueless, simply there to enjoy himself as well as enjoy Camellia's company. But it was sweet to see how quick she was to jump to bat for him. Hard to believe, but not most people did. Not that he really seemed to care much.

Topher eventually let go of her wrist just so he could reach over and steal a piece of her funnel cake. It was sweet but due to the exposure of the evening's sea breeze, it had cooled exponentially. Nonetheless, the treat was still good. As the two waited in line for the ferris wheel, he got a chance to see just how large the ride was. Some kids weren't thrilled at how high the ferris wheel went, but that was the thrill of it: to see the carnival from the very top.

Some people made it an opportunity for romance. (His heart sank a bit knowing full well that wasn't the case for the two of them.) But as the line began to shorten down, he felt some anticipation build. It was finally their time to board, and Topher was quick to hop in the seat and pat the spot next to himself for Camellia to join him. As he rocked back, he noticed how wobbly the cart was.

"C'mon! I want to see what this place looks like from the top."

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The moment Camellia whipped her phone out, Topher was quick to hold his fingers up in a peace sign. He never took her as the social media type but he simply fell into routine the moment the camera was on him. As he saw the end product, he couldn't help but admire it for a little bit. However the moment that the ride took off, he was jolted back into the here and now. And the moment they had some privacy, he felt a grin come ear to ear as he moved in and pressed his forehead against Camellia's to share a whisper to her.

"Y'know, I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck on a ferris wheel," he suggested. "Not that we can move much given the bar, but I figure a handjob would work just--"

It was then the ride came to a harsh halt and Topher came crashing against his partner. The jerk of the cart and the way it shook had been enough to disrupt the way he leaned into her, and he felt his lips meet the corner of her own. But despite how sudden it was, and how he'd missed his target by a fair amount, his body took over where his mind couldn't and in that moment, he realized he wanted so much more.

Lips crashed all too eagerly against the dual-haired assassin's as one hand held the back of her neck in place and soon made its way up for greedy fingers to intertwine with her hair. His other hand immediately moved up the back of her shirt and impatiently began to pop a few of the hooks on the back of her bra. Fellow carnival attendants be damned, his mind raced with the thoughts of just how long he'd wanted this.

His mind swam as muscle memory took over. Nails underneath her shirt dug into the smooth skin of her back as his tongue trailed against her bottom lip. The taste of confectioner's sugar lingered heavily as he broke away briefly just to give a noisy gasp of air. In the heat of the moment, he'd forgotten to breathe through his nose. But once he gained his bearings, he went back in for more.

But nothing ever lasted forever. It was the sound of a cleared throat that interrupted Topher as he soon pulled away. A hand reached up to haphazardly wipe away the saliva strand that had connected the two. The pair were met with the words: "The ride is over, please get off." Despite the way his thoughts still swam, he opened his mouth to say the first thing that came out:

"Oh, I plan to get off, don't worry about me."

He wasn't talking about the ride, but it was a start as he hopped out of the cart and offered his hand out to Camellia.

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As Camellia gripped his hand and tugged him forward, Topher stumbled out of the ride. Thankfully he'd managed to catch himself but nonetheless, he managed to balance and catch stride with his partner. His chest rose and fell with the breaths he attempted to catch his breath. But it wasn't long until he made the bold decision to tug his partner along through the alleyways in an attempt for some privacy. He'd gotten another taste and found himself addicted to the thrill of it all.

Lips caught against her neck as he pressed her back into the wall of the funhouse. Typically he'd made the habit of biting into the skin but this time his gestures came a lot more gentle but still carried the same ferocity. But that didn't stop him from playful nibbles against her earlobe as he whispered in Kalosian, Hoennian -- whatever language chose to leave his lips -- all the words burned with desire to the utmost degree. And despite how passionate he spoke, the same old Topher lingered just beyond those pretty words.

"Babe, I'm bricked up like a fuckin' house right now, think we should make our way to the car."

A suggestion that would offer them both the privacy that no doubt both of them seeked, an excuse to dip out of the festivities, and get them to the feeling that the two shared so intimately. But all thoughts to simply defile her at every angle were near nonexistent, he just wanted an excuse to feel her lips on his own once more -- to grace their passion with the newfound spark that came from such a simple gesture. (Kissing was too romantic for them, but from that came a hint of excitement, he could only figure. It felt forbidden, but more importantly, it felt enticing.)

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Topher leaned up and pulled the passenger side visor down so he could check the mirror as he attempted to fix his unkempt hair. Moreso, he attempted to do his best to adjust his clothes to hide any marks left from their quick session. He had no qualms with licking the palm of his hand to attempt to slick unruly silver down. Topher did as best as he could given the circumstances. His attention to adjusting how disheveled he'd been was lost the moment Camellia suggested the rollercoaster.

"Sounds good," he beamed.

Something about post-coital bliss made him a bit more receptive to agreeing to go along with whatever she decided on. Arms stretched above his head the moment that he crawled out of the car and his spine gave a satisfied crack given how cramped things had gotten. Topher offered a hand out to Camellia to help her get herself up and situated. His other hand held out to steady her. Once she was ready, he happily took the lead towards the rollercoaster she'd pointed out and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I don't know if you heard but I know last night, someone fell off of this ride. It was crazy. The guy just hit the ground with a 'splat.' Said it was probably a faulty buckle or something. They're trying to keep it hush-hush, but I overheard a paramedic talk about how they literally had to scrape some of the body off of the pavement with shovels."

The kids that seemed so daring in front of them seemed a bit horrified by the possibility that they, too, could fall out of the ride. With some hushed, paranoid whispers, the group soon folded and ducked themselves out of line. Topher turned back to flash her a wink. He knew what he was doing with that lie, and with the next coaster approaching, it seemed they were able to board. With childlike gusto, he was quick to take the front cart. Once he had himself strapped in with the seatbelt and bar combination, he had no qualms of helping Camellia with her own. After the standard check to make sure everything was secure, the ride took off. And the moment they hit the first drop, an involuntary scream ripped itself from Topher's throat. But his face said anything far from panic. No, he was excited.

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The moment Camellia let out a scream, he couldn't help but reach over and take her hand. While he enjoyed the thrill of the ride, it seemed his words of the malfunction had been enough to change her mind on the ride. But if he could help it, he'd make sure nothing bad happened. Given the twists and turns of the coaster, his body swung to and fro in the cart, his side smacking the side of the cart a couple times which earned a wince from him. But he didn't expect much in the whole department of wellbeing as it was just a carnival that planned to pack up and go to the next city in like a week.

Once the ride came to a halt, Topher took the step out of the cart and helped Camellia up. He didn't expect the story he'd made up to give her a scare. Topher was quick to meet her gaze with an apologetic look. Maybe for now, they could take a break from the rides and play a game or two. With his eyes set on the Dugtrio Ring Toss game, he figured the two could follow in the footsteps of the kids who had abandoned the rollercoaster. As he reached the stand with his partner in tow, he figured she could be the one to go first.

"Give it your best shot, Cam."

Topher was quick to flash her a thumbs up to encourage her to try her best. As he studied her concentrated expression, it was hard for him not to stare as a feeling of pride welled up in his expression. They still hadn't exactly placed a title on what they were, and that posed a problem. As she went to toss the rings, he couldn't help the words that escaped his lips, hopefully words that he wouldn't regret.

"I think I'm in love with you," he blurted out.

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He couldn't help but reflect the confused expression that Camellia offered him. Did he say something wrong? Then it hit him, just what he'd said, and his eyes grew wide. A hand came up to his mouth as he turned his head in utter embarrassment. God, he couldn't believe he said that. What was he thinking? After he cleared his throat, he braved the opportunity to look back at Camellia and drew his brows together.

"Nevermind, it wasn't important," he lied. "Just-- How about you give the game another go?"

Topher looked away once again as he tried to find something, anything, to distract himself in that moment. What even drove him to say such a thing so carelessly? Was it the concentrated look in her eyes, as though she planned to hook each ring? Was it the way they'd been so passionate just moments prior? Was it the way that he couldn't stop thinking about her? A sharp breath sucked in allowed him to loosen up his tense shoulders. He supposed he'd give the game a go.

Unlike Camellia, his shot wasn't anywhere near as trained. He was lucky to land even one of the rings. The attendant gave a grimace as he offered the promise that Topher could try again. But he simply shook his head. No need to try again if his heart wasn't really into it. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip as the paranoid thought ate at his core: had he fucked up?

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