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POSTED ON Feb 13, 2020 4:38:47 GMT
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Lilycove City transformed almost overnight. The once quaint and relaxing vacation scenery was now buzzing with life as people filled the streets which were now dyed with an auspicious red and pink to commemorate the month of romance and love, turning the city into a giant carnival of sorts. Games and rides could be seen everywhere and a giant ferris wheel was erected in place to display the beautiful ocean view. The scent of flowers and chocolate permeated all around masking away the relaxing scent of the ocean.

His brows furrow close together, slanting almost vertically in annoyance as he stands still in place. Despite his rather clean appearance, his hair is slightly unkempt, disheveled by the eevee ears playfully placed onto his head by one of the local volunteers helping with the festivities. Having half the mind to simply leave, he restrains himself from doing so - instead reaching a hand into one of his pockets to take out his phone.

Swiping his thumb across the screen he stops to read over the plea for help he had received earlier in the morning - his left eyelid twitches irritably as he comes to the realization that he's been duped entirely by the butterfly girl. Thinking on it now, if he had the choice he would have simply ignored the message; however, his duties as a ranger prevented him from doing just that as he was, in many ways, obligated to help if he could. He lets out a hiss sucking in his breath as he slowly scans around to find her, steeling himself to settle his grievances with her right here and now.

There are plenty of gazes that pause momentarily on him with murmurs following closely after. The displeasure he felt is clearly written all over his face; however, he doesn't care for appearances instead only feeling wronged for having been forced into such an awkward position.

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santalune city, kalos
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she's ripping wings off of butterflies.
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POSTED ON Feb 13, 2020 6:26:22 GMT
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Lilycove has truly become the city of love, transformed with decorations to become the destination for lovers in Hoenn. Reds and pinks brighten up the streets, heart shapes stretching as far as the eye can see. Oh, and the smells! Floral aromas mingle with the scent of fresh chocolate, successful in luring everyone closer toward the large festival. It doesn't help that there's also dozens of options for food and drinks, as well as plenty of entertainment. It'd be hard for anyone to resist such a place and as such, she finds herself mingling in with the excited crowd, cooing at stalls as she goes. In the distance, an impressive ferris wheel looms overhead and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to end the day atop that ferris wheel.[break][break]

Faye finds it difficult to not be in good spirits today. After all, it's a gorgeous festival and some of her flowers are on display! In fact, she had even put up a few of them earlier, assisting in the important task of decorating for the entire event. Being a florist during the Valentine's season is always difficult but things like this festival and seeing the reactions to her work are always rewarding. Although... Since she had helped with setting up, she was then roped into advertising for the festival itself. It's a simple job, really, one that only requires wearing a cute Pikachu headband atop her head and a tee sporting the event's logo on the chest. She was happy to help but... Well, she decided she shouldn't be the only one roped into such a task. Nope, if she's going to be a billboard for this shindig, she wouldn't be alone.[break][break]

It had been an easy decision for her to pick that judgmental guy with those blue eyes from route 103. In her mind, she saw it as an opportunity to see his face twist with emotion and that, alone, had been all she needed to send him a quick text. Of course, she probably should have mentioned the finer details sooner but... Well, the less he knew the better. He had agreed to her simple plea of help, after all, and once she got his confirmation of assistance, she felt no need to explain herself further.[break][break]

God, the look on his face when they fitted him with these cute little ears must have been priceless! Oh, she should have asked them to snap a picture of it! A snort escapes the normally composed woman as she continues to wander about the crowd, her playful side finally peaking through the many layers of her mask. Of course, if she sees him, she might dissolve into full, stomach clutching laughter but for now, a snort or a giggle here and there are enough for now.[break][break]

Oh, but there he is and she loses it as soon as she sees the look of pure irritation on his usually still features. "Hello," she manages to get out between giggles, a dainty hand rising to cover her mouth. If only to spare his feelings, if only to act as though she isn't thoroughly enjoying this. Except, the hand falls away and her laughter breaks through any attempts at coverage, loud and untamed. She doubles over, her amusement reaching a new high once she catches sight of the Eevee ears sitting gently atop his messy hair. God, he looks hilarious! This was definitely one of her best ideas yet! Her mind faintly registers that it's also as cute as it is funny, but the entertainment she gets from just seeing him looking at her with such displeasure overtakes any other thoughts.[break][break]

The woman attempts to wipe at her eyes with the patterned sleeve of her haori, tears threatening to run down her cheeks. Oh god, her stomach hurts now too but it's too good, too funny to stop! She struggles to calm down, to reign in her laughter enough to give him a half-assed, probably fake explanation. Somehow, she manages, with only little giggles breaking through her words. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, straightening to her full, short height. "I promise I really needed help!" Another snort escapes her and she dissolves into laughter again, quieter this time, with a cheeky grin replacing her normal hollow smile.[break][break]

Stretching to her tippy toes with a short arm reaching toward the ears atop his head in an attempt to give one a flick, she laughs again, finding this to be one of the only moments she could remember where she was actually enjoying herself and actually really, truly, laughing. "At least you look cute!" Her giggles are bubbly, upbeat, something she hasn't been in a long time. If only to attempt to make him feel a little better, she gestures toward her own ears, brushing back a stray strand of hair as she goes. "We match, too, so it's not like you're the only one, right?"



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POSTED ON Feb 20, 2020 2:36:35 GMT
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There are eyes all around him. People can’t help but stare when they hear the loud rambunctious laughter coming from the woman in front of him. His brows furl downwards even further at the sight clearly annoyed that she finds so much enjoyment from his misfortune. Rarely does he ever show such emotion, but it’s painfully obvious that the woman only called him out to satisfy her own sick desire to mock him.

His gaze trails off and he takes a deep breath to calm himself. The fast beating of his heart slows down to a minimum as he just muffles out the sound trailing from the woman. Slowly he looks over to the woman, reaching a hand out as he tightly wraps his palm around her chin, squeezing at her cheeks to puff up her lips if only to stop her laughter and end her cheeky smile.

He says nothing, only letting that silence linger for a moment. His eyes seem to narrow coldly with his stare. Clearly he did not share her sense of dry humor. Letting out a soft sigh, he releases the woman, patting his hand against his haori as if he had touched something dirty. He only briefly looks at the Pikachu ears worn atop her head.

”What exactly did you need help with?” he inquires coldly with a frown, clearly disinterested and mistrusting towards her words.

The crowd around him can’t help but murmur about his act of half-violence, but a cold glance instantly silences and averts their gaze as they quickly move on with their busy day. He shakes his head at them as he watches them scatter away, wondering why people care so much about others’ businesses.

Looking around at the crowd then back at the woman, he can’t help but feel frustrated about the situation, especially with the amount of love in the air. His normally deadpan expression discontorts at the thought and he begrudgingly reaches into a pocket to remove his wallet, looking down at it painfully.

”... What kind of chocolate do you like?” he asks in a sudden twist to turn the situation. He’s almost regretful that he even asked, but with the amount of people around he’d rather not deal with the unnecessary attention and trouble that being rude to the woman might bring - especially with the Valentine’s holiday coming up.

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faye
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february 24th
santalune city, kalos
bisexual
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10 height
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POSTED ON Feb 22, 2020 4:44:59 GMT
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the stares don't bother her, not by much anyway. people have always been curious creatures, obversing and observing until they're satisfied. it seems, however, that her partner is less inclined to their little audience. he passes glares around at them, practically bristling at the mere sight of them. it should be expected, given his indifferent attitude. perhaps he isn't amused by their interest, doesn't find it flattering that some of the women even make hushed remarks to their friends about the cuteness of his ears. no, instead, he scowls, handsome face twisting. if she didn't know better, she'd venture to guess that that scowl is his most expressive look yet.

her laughter isn't welcome and yet, it takes some weird weight off of her chest. the light giggles that still escape feel free, easy as a breeze, and once she starts, it's difficult to stop. well... without help and that help comes in the form of her unamused partner squeezing at her chin, forcing her cheeks up, the skin puffing with the motion. faye stares at him, eyes widening at the physical contact. he just... willingly put his hands on her face just to shut her up? how rude. two can play at that game, right? and so, without missing a beat, one of her own little hands extends to return the favor, clamping around his chin with a slightly rough grip. her fingers push and prod at his cheeks, pawing at the corners of his lips, attempting to force a smile onto his face. "smile," she snickers.

ah, the staring thing again. she falls silent under the pressure of his eyes, staring back with a thin eyebrow beginning to raise. is this going to be the same as last time...? getting lost in the depths of his eyes, falling into some weird reverie. ugh, his touch is making it worse for the woman and despite trying to fight it, she begins to squirm a little. "stop that," she hisses. "why do you keep staring at me like that? it's weird." it makes her feel weird.

he releases his hold on her, her own hand falling in response and then she recoils, stepping back and away from his grip. the stares of the people around them begin to feel different, judgmental, suffocating. she pulls at her haori, tugging the butterfly-printed fabric closer to her body. her eyes narrow as he wipes his hand on his own haori, as if touching her is something disgusting. she wants to react, to growl and get closer, inquire why he thinks he needs to wipe his damn hand when he initiated that in the first place. if he's going to have that kind of reaction then what is he even doing here? rude, rude, rude. instead of giving into the temptation of scowling, she attempts to flash him a sweet smile. "be nice and maybe i'll tell you." she leaves it at that, falling silent once more as he begins to terrorize the crowd that has gathered. at least he's not just rude to her, right?

the crowd disperses, leaving just the two of them standing idle as the rest of the festival carries on around them. excitement surrounds them, happy squeals filtering in the air as couples enjoy themselves. part of her almost regrets asking for his help, for his presence. he's not exactly the most welcoming company, what with his cold exterior and general disdain for her. still... he was the only one that crossed her mind and she isn't even sure why. something about him, maybe? or, better yet, it's the need to not be alone for this kind of festival. she knows it's silly and downright ridiculous but is it so wrong to want company for such a holiday?

deep in her thoughts, she doesn't notice he pulls out his wallet until he's asking her a question, purple snapping back to reality and back to his face. she looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and lips parting in surprise. what kind of chocolate she likes? why on earth would he ask her that? her face morphs into suspicion and she shuffles closer, leaving only a few measly feet of distance between them just so she can peer up at him. "why?" she murmurs. he can't be serious... can he? hm, maybe there's more to him than she was previously aware of. the answer comes after a few moments of silence, of her studying his face for hints of a cruel joke. "milk chocolate."

she backs away, then, and glances away, toward the crowd, the rides, the stalls... anywhere but his face. and, with a shyness she didn't even know she could possess, she mumbles under her breath, half to herself, half to the space between them. "thought people only bought chocolate for someone they actually like."
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