[attr="class","bodygoldt"]@bean3

[attr="class","merkI"]

Ruby was in a single word, absolutely stunned. The beautiful, soft blue colors, the shiny white body, this wasn't any normal Vivillion. This was absolutely special. She didn't know how to react, staring at them with wide eyes and a soft smile on her face. All it took was that cry of theirs and Ruby instantly fell in love. They were so gorgeous, it was so stunning, they were beautiful, adorable, oh she couldn't stop herself from stepping closer and holding out an arm for the Vivillion to land on top of.



"You're so pretty..." She spoke with a soft tone, unable to keep the ever so slight tears of excitement out of her eye as she looked upon her. It was one of the most precious gifts she had ever received, and it was from a dead-pan Santa in the middle of the frozen tropics. She couldn't take her eyes off of her, just smiling goofily the entire time. "I... I think I'm going to call you Snowflake. Just as pretty and one of a kind as you are."

Darling the Indeedee, of course, took this as a time to get some more snacks for her self-assigned charge while she was distracted. There was nothing wrong with a few sweets during the holidays, especially if it kept Ruby in such high spirits. The small Pokemon gently placed the fortune cookie down onto the arm of the seat Ruby had been sitting in to make sure she didn't forget her other gift too before slowly starting to make her way across the entire room.

Ever so slowly and with a calm manner about her, Darling slowly managed to pick up a chair from over the room and place it down directly in front of the dessert table. It took her a few seconds to be able to climb up onto the chair itself with her short height but eventually managed to do so with a little bit less grace than she would have preferred. Slowly standing up, she'd politely curtsy to anyone looking at her before carefully placing a few of the closest snacks onto the serving plate she had been using.

- - -

Outside, Opal is having a lot of fun with her new friend. She's making slow progress, pushing some of the snow into larger and larger balls. Without hands, it's rather imprecise, but the fossil Pokemon has plenty of patience, slowly pushing them around. Of course, what she was trying to accomplish was anyone's guess at the moment.

notes: Ruby is ecstatic about her new gift, meanwhile Darling the Indeedee heads to the dessert table to get some more snacks for her. Opal is still doing her thing.

[attr="class","merkI"]

dancing with a group of women.

mateo was dressed in an abomasnowman costume. the hat that went with the costume was on top of one girls head, the top half of the bodysuit was on another. mateo was currently wearing only the pants to the costume and the straps, over his shoulders, that helped hold the lower half on him. one could see that he was wearing an ugly, turtleneck designed christmas sweater.

"haha, woah there! looks like you got my head!" he'd say to the first female. he'd pull her in closer, "and you got my body..." to the other, he'd, too, her in as well. mateo had now sandwiched himself between the two women who stole parts of his costume. "ho, ho, ho, merry christmas to me!" he'd casually continue to dance with the women, relieving himself of worries and stress from work.

he'd honestly forgotten why he wore this costume. whatever the reason, it had something to do with the elite four and fernando? it's whatever, as long as he didn't get caught that's all that mattered.

notes: he's dancing with some women who stole pieces of his costume, oops.

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Florian lets out a contented sigh as he lowers himself into the steaming water; his muscles ache from their earlier exertion and the heat is just the thing they needed.

His eyes slip close for a second, but open at the girl's question.

"Hm?" Blue eyes blink uncomprehending at her as Florian glances around for whom she might be referring to. It registers when he notes her insistent tug open the towel that she's indicating herself. Was it some sort of Hoennian custom to refer to oneself in the third person? Alexei hadn't done that, nor had Annie or the ranger he'd met on a job.

He dismisses the thought.

"Not if you don't want to!" Not knowing the circumstances under which she'd come to be standing here, Florian assumes that she likely has a bathing suit or similar undergarments on beneath the towel. Perhaps she's self-conscious. "Might be a little hard to dry off if you get it all wet, though."

Joli pads up to the tub and perches himself upon the edge, letting the heat rising from the water melt the scattered flakes from his fur.

tl;dr
- florian is still interacting with nicole
- tells her she doesn't have to take the towel off

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[attr="class","flori"]



This was not at all what he'd been expecting.

Florian's cheeks flush with colour as he quickly looks away from Nicole and mutters a Kalosian curse word under his breath.

"Oh, goodness," he sputters, not sure where to direct his gaze and settling for the distant terrain opposite the girl. "Pardon, miss, I did not —"

How was he to know she wasn't wearing anything beneath her towel? What kind of person went out into the snow with only a towel on?!

Florian thinks that Joli is laughing at him, the Sylveon's trill earning a reproachful look from his trainer. Music starts up from inside, and it's quite lovely; if only Florian could recover enough to enjoy it.

"I did not know — where are your clothes?"

tl;dr
- florian.exe has stopped responding
- nicole broke him
- at least the music is nice

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"How pleasant." he comments gently as the music shifts, he expects the evening to be full of this style of song. It's only fitting for what is likely intended to be a pleasant holiday evening. Evan expects better of the citizens of Hoenn of course, his people watching would be awful boring otherwise.

He's content in the activity until he spots the young woman with the eggnog and his eyes go a little wider with delight before he scuttles over towards the part of the table they are placed on. Though he rarely indulges in such drinks it wouldn't be a true holiday without at least one glass. The one with an adult label. Because he's an adult. Mostly. Mostly.

Evan purposely pulls the over long sleeves over his hands like a child as he holds the chilled glass and watches the antics of no one in particular, raising an eyebrow at their none too cheery santa most of all but writing him off just as quickly.

>>scuttles over to where @noblesse is because e g g n o g
>>holding his cup with his sweater over his hands like the adult he is

>>wearing an oversized version of this monstrosity but with a galar rapidash instead