He turns, still riding high off the end of the movie. His face a little too close to Onyx's, but he doesn't seem bothered. He doesn't even clock it. "Yeah, its awful for him. Now that shit's just going to follow him too." One couldn't blame a robbery or accidentally stumbling into a weird monster cult village on themselves. [break][break]

He smiled through his grimace, before relaxing once again and letting out an easy laugh, "Well, I guess, the design was pretty cool. It did it's job...well." Andres didn't really know how to compliment a horror movie. His eyes dip down, his hand drops. He looks back at Onyx. "I may have gotten scared...a bit." he said. He'd been entirely joking about jumping into Onyx's arms but...there was a reason he didn't take dates out to the movies. Shit like this. [break][break]

"Sorry- am I heavy?" he began to grin, relaxed despite acknowledging their position. He looks back at the TV, checking the time. Good as time as any to order food. He doesn't feel like cooking. "I'm thinkin' pizza. You in?" he said as he finally, finally got his ass out of Onyx's lap and stretched his arms over his head. His spine straightens up, emitting a little pop before he relaxed again. "Hope you're not a pinap guy. I have the juice in the fridge, just don't put it on my pie."

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"Looks tasty." the blonde said as he was handed his own Gravedigger. The house specialty is aesthetically intriguing and tastes just as good as it looks. He's not partial to vodka but the pecha liquor is pretty addicting. He drinks without a care, happy to order another. It's New Years's. They're alive! Couldn't that be enough? [break][break]

"To preventing apocalypses!" he said clinking his glass with Onyx's. Like they'd done anything other than try to eat each other alive during Meteno's arrival. He knocked back a couple of gulps before setting his glass back down. [break][break]

"I'm surprised you agreed to go out to a club." he said. He doesn't miss the familiarity between this and Halloween. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're working a shift." he added. Again, probably the only reason he'd find Onyx in a club. And yet, even with his aversion to this type of scene, he still didn't know how to relax? Or bothered to? [break][break]

Andres hadn't learned much about Onyx in the past six months. He'd found him again. Seen him on and off. Somehow started handing out with him. He didn't know what Onyx did or where he went when he left the morning after. He just had a phone number and some hope. It's weird, but as he looked over his glass at his friend he decided he didn't care to know. He preferred this. Whatever this was. Which he had also decided, he didn't care much to know either. Maybe defining it would end it, and he was scared of that too.

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Andres isn't one to savor his liquor. He's a party boy, downing shots of grog with shots of other grog to chase away the taste of the first. So it takes him a minute to settle on something strong enough. The bartended gives him a tall glass of something bright green at the top, and purple at the bottom. A spiraling orange peel and a pretty straw decorate the glass. It looked powerful enough. He sips, getting a small shiver at the sweet and sour flavor. "Good shit." he said, still crass despite the atmosphere. The bartender doesn't seem to care. [break][break]

His eyes shift to Onyx as he felt their shoulders touch. "What's not to like?" He asked offering to swap drinks. He wanted to taste Onyx's. His voice drops a little, being secretive for once. Probably, still trying to mind his manners in such a nice party. "Nobody can tell who anybody is, right? Everybody's busy here or in that new exhibit..." he trails off with a shrug, but it's clear his thoughts are wandering elsewhere. The more perverted of uses of an oversized, empty building with many nooks and crannies to get lost in. He bumps Onyx knowingly, eyes narrowed and mask hiding a tell tale grin. [break][break]

"Anyway, wanna check out the tera crystal exhibit? Or are you waiting for me to ask you to dance?"

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Andres doesn't have a witty remark back. He felt his chest seize. What did that mean? What the fuck was that supposed to mean. Something stirs in him. Pining, hope. Whatever the hell he had the nerve to be so happy about. A single thought echoes in his head as Onyx pushes through the door. [break][break]

He's here. He's here. HE'S HERE. [break][break]

His head felt part hot, part fuzzy. His hand slid down to the lock before Onyx shoved him against the door. Lips meet his, and he feels electric. He slouched down, cupping the Rocket's face with his hands. He's mindful of the blinded eye, but then his attention slips back to Onyx. [break][break]

Andres doesn't question what's going on or why. Any answer he could come up with would only dampen the moment. It's better now to just fully fall into that fantasy- or honesty of the moment. That he's wanted. That someone he'd wanted the attention of so badly, for so long, wanted him. He kisses him back, eager as ever. Something about it feels like he's back at the Halloween party. Except he's not pissed, just needy. [break][break]

He doesn't fight for control, more so he's just desperate for more. When he can pull their lips apart even just a moment, he wheezes, "You've- You've got a ways with words-" That's probably the last bit of irony he had left in him. They might die tomorrow. His hands slide off Onyx's face, trialing his sides before meeting behind his lower back and pulling him closer, suddenly tense. "Tha's not a goodbye kiss is it?" He had half a mind to wrestle him to the ground if it was. Injuries or not.

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"Good." This was the first time Onyx and him had met outside their apartment with the intention of meeting. The first few had just been chance encounters. With Andres trying his best to break the ice and meeting the ice wall that was Onyx. Failing to comfort him, failing to converse with him, and at some point getting into a drunken argument with him. All bad. Although that last one had- er- mixed results. The times he came to the apartment were ALSO mixed results. One night they're hanging out, the next he's bleeding out on his balcony. Hopefully, this pattern would break now that this had been a planned encounter. [break][break]

He also hoped this meant that Onyx would come out if he asked him to. [break][break]

Andres grins in turn, plopping himself down on the blanket without hesitation. "Wining and dining me, huh?" he said, looking over the spread and shrugging off his jacket for now. Chuchi huffed, tucking her paws in and rolling her eyes at the pair. It was the least they could do after the mess they'd made in their home. Andres picks a piece of meat and chucks it at her. She catches it, jumping faster than possible with her size and snapping it out of the air. There's another huff as Andres laughs before she settled down again. [break][break]

He grabbed another piece, popping it into his mouth and licking his fingers clean. "Not bad, good idea Onyx." he said, nodding impressed but hazel eyes move to Jules to give a small nod. "Picnic under a Minior Shower? Private, classy, sweet. 8.5/10 date idea." he said, teasing more than anything. Whatever they were doing, it wasn't that. But Andres wasn't one to trip over things like that. More than anything, he was just happy Onyx wanted to hang out with him. In public.

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Andres nods and nods and nods as the Gardevoir shoots feelings into his head. Not phrases, exactly but he can feel that on some level, they're both in the same state of mind. Panicked because onyx straub is like this, and furious because this isn't a hospital and he needs proper medical care. His eyes go to Zia before back to Onyx as the pokemon there did there best to help. By this point, Chuchi had ripped all the towels out of his bathroom and was loudly rummaging through the linen closet for the few back ups they had, carelessly dropping them into a pile next to her owner. [break][break]

He knows enough about pokemon and medicine to know, while the magic of a good LIFE DEW is better than nothing, Onyx needed stiches, and possibly a way to deal with internal bleeding which Andres was wholly unfamiliar with. He felt his chest seize, barely able to hear Onyx as he speaks. A fucking bear. "Of course you got into a fight with a fuckin' bear." he said trying to laugh and failing miserably. Why? Why'd he do this? [break][break]

As the Gardevoir palms him something, Andres settles the rag carefully to cool Onyx's eye and looks over the parfait glass. It's foreign, alien to him. It takes a second to realize its the glass he'd handed Onyx when the guy had first come over. "You brought it back?" he didn't even remember asking for it. He gripped it tightly all the same trying to wipe the blood off of it with his shirt. "Seriously?!" he snapped. "Is this why you didn't go to a fucking ER?" he asked, emotion pricking his eyes and blurring his vision, but he needs to see him. So he angrily swiped at his eyes, as his pokemon try to help in any way they can. Chuchi drags away soaked towels and flops cleaner ones for use. His Espeon dips his head nosing the deepest of wounds as more LIFE DEW drips down like tears. [break][break]

He swallowed again, carefully setting the glass down and moving back to trying to clean Onyx up. He picks up where he left off, vaguely wondering if tying the thinner towels, just as a temporary measure, would be a good option. And then he does it anyway, because they are GOING to a hospital. "You could've waited, Onyx." he pleaded leaning in as he refolded the towel and pressed a cleaner section of it on top of the wound on his eye.

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Andres is frozen, intent on following through with this wild ride but also grossed out and scare of what's to come. He barely registers he's right in his friend's personal space, only really focused on how hard he's gripping them. [break][break]

"Gods, not this shit again-" he murmured as he watched the men learn their fate. He cringed watching a wrist snap, and something doesn't sit right with what's next. "Why is it always him?!" He protested, as he learned further into Onyx. He brought his in, perching feet on the shorter man's thigh as if keeping all his limbs as close to him would save him from the TV. [break][break]

He's tense, pressing his friend against the couch. He doesn't relebr until he sees credits, and even then Andres is wary of a post credits scene. Finally, he relaxes, relieving Onyx of pressure and sighing in quiet relief. "He got out good for him." He stated, clearing his throat as if he hadn't been absolutely terrified moments ago. His legs unfurl, slowly pushing outwards and eventually resting on the couch arm. "It was…better than I expected." He said as he pulled back his hand. Stiff from digging itself into his friend's shoulder.

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Andres is home, trying to go sleep but unable to. He's not committed to any grandiose mission, not contracted with the League for any sort of help. He's sitting in his apartment, quietly setting up his things for tomorrow. Should the worst happen, which, he didn't even know if it would or wouldn't, he wanted to be in his city. He and Chuchi could help here. Chuchi was in her pokeball, much like all his pokemon. Maybe, if they all died, maybe the pokeballs would survive. Maybe they'd float away and be rescued by someone else. [break][break]

He's not usually so gloomy but the meteor nearly blocked out the sun today it was so close. And as much as he wanted to believe the League and their plan, he was nervous. What if it didn't work? He'd called his family, left messages where he could. He'd tried to stay strong. But he didn't know. And that unknown, that void was scary to him. [break][break]

Still, he's got supplies ready. Meager first aid kits, whatever he could find in the stripped supermarket, clothes he could use for gauze and bandages. His own outfit for the day, something easy to maintain. All these things lay to on the coffee table while he paced around. Maybe he should've gone out tonight. The club were so bright and so loud, he was sure he could hear them when he opened the windows. [break][break]

Then there's a knock, and for a moment he thinks he's imagined it. But eventually, he gets up. He opens the door, eyes wide as he sees Onyx. "You-" he caught himself before continuing, a little louder, still in disbelief. "You're here?" At his apartment. With him. The night of the apocalypse. [break][break]

Disbelief made way for a casual smile, trying to hold onto a joke and struggling. "Nothing better to do?" He pulls open the door wide, letting Onyx pass.

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Things had been...weird to say the least. Onyx's communications were on again, off again. One minutes he'd ghosted him, the next he's showing up at his door under the worst of circumstances. He's relieved they're talking again but...he wished he could get a better read on him. Then again, Andres is just as cagey. He's always pulling things back to a status quo. Bros. Homies. Finally after pining over the man for so long, friends. He could say that. Maybe. Out loud even. Maybe again. He just wanted them to be close, and not weird. He'd never wanted for anything more. [break][break]

Tumultuous history aside, the texts that lead into this meet up are concise but vague. Show up. Well, he's here then. Fidgety, and nervous, but here. Chuchi padded after him, silver pelt a dead giveaway in the darkness. The streak of color in the sky gave andres enough light to find his friend. "Hey- been waiting long?" he asked, flashing a practiced broad smile. [break][break]

He noted the picnic blanket and the smell of warm bread. "Hey guys." he added, nodding at Amplexus and Juliette. Chuchi sniffs at them, avoiding looking at Onyx. Her dislike for him is obvious but for Andres she would do anything. So she ignored him, finding it easier to speak with his pokemon. Except for Ziadem, who she also fucking hated.

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"No, no, no-" This is a nightmare scenario. Andres had no idea what he was doing. He'd barely prepared for his own bumps and scrapes. He never learned to take care of himself despite the hell Onyx had put him through. Now there's blood everywhere, more than Andres had ever seem in his life and it made him sick. And Onyx- Onyx isn't angry with him for being useless, or annoyed for being panicky. He's barely there, whispering his name like he can help. He can't. He doesn't know how. [break][break]

The damage is gruesome, but he swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. He had to do something. "Ok, ok." he said, nodding sharply as the Gardevoir showed him the damages. "Onyx- Onyx I'm here ok-" he said trying to get his voice above a whisper. He'd never thought he'd see the man laid so low. Onyx had always been so much larger than life. And now? He's dying? On his balcony? No- this is a nightmare. He had to wake up from it right? [break][break]

Chuchi came back, bringing company with her. A lithe Espeon, alert and watching, focusing on Amplexus before her eyes glow as well, memorizing the move for a second. Another gentle wash of LIFE DEW drops delicately onto Onyx as she used COPYCAT. Chuchi, for her part, is dragging anything that can soak up the blood while Andres worked. He's so careful, and so fucking scared. First the chest. The thickest, fluffiest towel goes there. "I'm picking him up." he announce, with the Espeon assisting with psychic prowess. Slowly, they lift Onyx just enough to wrap a couple of towels before setting down gently. It's soft, but he can feel how wet they're getting already. [break][break]

"Onyx keep your eyes open." He pleaded, as Chuchi brought him a hand towel, which he lets LIFE DEW soak into from his pokemon before laying it across eye and brow. "What the fuck happened?"


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Pain and soreness ebbs and flowed out of his leg. The knot's been dealt with, but he won't say its gone, allowing Onyx to keep going. He'd offered after all. Andres had a lie to push till the end. Unfortunately, this lulled his sense and he's not quite ready for the disembowled companion in the trees. "SHIT-" he he hissed, pressing further into the couch and away from the TV. [break][break]

Right- the horrible cult night the characters had been going through for the past hour now. And it only gets worse. Whatever is tracking them, definitely found them. Andres knows something is coming, but even when they're hit behind the heads he can't help but shout a curse trying to jump further away form the movie. He popped up into Onyx's lap as if going for the other end of the couch would save him. Hazel eyes are locked on the movie, one hand gripping Onyx's shoulder. His breathing is a little short, spooked successfully. This is why he didn't watch horror.

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If there is one thing andres buenaventura adored, it was a good fucking party. More extrovert than anything else, the atmosphere of parties, even fancy social gatherings like this one, gave the man more than enough energy to have him vibrating days prior. The anticipation, the fashion, the music. Of course, the illicit hook ups one always managed to have and try to walk off like a trainer pro couldn't point them out. Silly, really. nothing to be ashamed about. Took skill. [break][break]

But getting laid isn't his main goal for once. Yes, hook ups with strangers was enticing but he had a date tonight. Loosely. Date. We used that term loosely. The ambiguity of the relationship in question, in tandem with the events leading up to the meteor were- well still being mulled over. Still being processed. Still making shit awkward as all hell. But what's not awkward? Alcohol and dancing. Something like this is a great distraction, and easily something that could bring Andres back to his old self again. No thoughts, just serotonin shot straight into his veins. [break][break]

Andres steps to the floor and past the long ended fanfare with his date, grinning already, despite everyone's inability to see anything but his eyes framed by delicate golden feathers. They hadn't even gotten a drink yet. Jewelry sparkles on his chest and shoulders, coat just as extravagantly decorated as his shirt and slacks. All white with gold accents? Ballsy for a frat boy. But Andres was nothing if not a man up for a challenge. He'd convinced onyx straub to show hadn't he? [break][break]

He'd even taken the little Halloween memento in stride, tossing out a more classical mask for what he wore now. contrasting heavily, if not purposefully with the Rocket. "See? This isn't so bad! C'mon, there's drinks." he said gesturing broadly as they made their way to the bar.

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