UGH!! UGH!! The sensation of wet clothes sticking to his skin was unbearable, the long draping fabrics of the sleeves suddenly sodden weights. He spit out the water that had gotten into his mouth as he’d yelped, and ‘ptoouying’ a few more times for good measure.

UGH!! This was public park water - who knew what people had put in it! Was this how people got brain eating amebas? He was totally going to get a brain eating ameba.

He tried to get up, but slipped again trying to find his footing, falling at another awkward angle. Growling in frustration, he slapped the offending water with both hands.

Then a hero appeared, cloaked in a glowing halo of light (in Chiyu’s biased vision).

“Rea! Thank goodness!” He cried, as if spotting a ship after being lost at sea. “It’s simply awful!”

He grabbed her hand and let her help pull him up, grimacing at the squelch of his clothing.

“This is the worst thing to happen to anyone ever.” He whined, with full dramatics and no self awareness. Still clutching her hand like a lifeline, he clambered clumsily out of the fountain, dripping water everywhere. His bushy tail was bogged down and laid flat against his legs, trickling water steadily into a puddle.

“It’s such a tragedy. What if I catch a cold and develop pneumonia and die?” On this bright warm day. “Or, even worse, what if the water had chemicals that react to the dye and it ruins this outfit?!”


Andrea Vaneau

[OOC: Chiyu's lack of awareness made me think of this. ]

“I could die a little.” Chiyu said, face pulling into a small pout. But he obligingly stepped in front of his friend’s beautiful moth pokemon (with all its fluff, it almost appeared to already be dressed in designer in its natural state - simply darling).

The hot wind was pleasant, though Chiyu internally despaired for his poor hair. It would be a good stress test for the fabrics he used for the outfit - if they shrunk or stiffened with the heat, he’d know not to use the blend again.

After only a couple moments of being airfried (he would have to lotion so well that night), his clothing plumped back up.

"Behold, the resilience of quality craftsmanship! Not even the forces of nature can dampen the spirit of haute couture!" Chiyu said, striking a pose. Then he jerked out of it so fast that he nearly tipped over away, eyes wide with a horrific realization.

“You don’t think-- People don’t pee in public fountains do they!?” Was that just for public pools? He really would just fucking die!!

Andrea Vaneau

The criteria was smelling like pee?! A full body shiver of disgust traveled up Chiyu’s spine like an electric pulse, even his hair pricking up on end. Despite Andrea’s judgment, he held his arms out in a T-pose just at the very thought pee could be clinging to his (immaculately designed) clothing.

He was about to complain, again, loudly, when the bushes rustled and a pokemon broke out.

With his body already stiffened, Chiyu nearly toppled over again in the shock of the moment. In proper timing for once, his fake ears shot straight up as if to convey his startlement.

“My poor little heart can’t take much more stress! I’m delicate!” He reprimanded, just in general.

Then, disregarding his words, and even his previous squeamish nature, he kicked off his treacherous platform shoes and dropped to the ground to examine to newly introduced ‘Pon’.

“Oh, you are simply DARLING, aren’t you?” He said, clapping his hands together and leaning here and there to see the pokemon from multiple angles.

“Already knowing the importance of clothes,” he motioned towards the cloak-like leaves, “you’d look even better with some accessories. Tell uncle Chi-Chi, bows? Parasols? Masks? Which would you like?”

Andrea Vaneau