Luka’s scrambled apologies fall deaf on his ears. She was embarrassed, probably rosy skinned to match; he got that, but he was too far gone to reciprocate the same shame. Maybe earlier during the night, maybe if they weren’t practically naked. Maybe if he could express affection in any other way than this. He doesn’t have to look at her to know he’s made an impression. The silence is deafening between them. His ears itch straining to hear every word and every breath from his friend. He knew this could end badly, there was a very real possibility of that, but he was good at math, and he had taken the calculated risk. [break][break]

Besides, if Luka had to hook up with anyone why not him? After all they were friends. Yes, in more normal circumstances he would’ve considered the weight of this breaking their friendship but right now? After getting a good look at the girls? Andres was only thinking about something else. He knows he’s all jokes, but just this once he’s serious. His grin is sharp even if he’s given her the courtesy of covering his eyes. He is waiting, hungrily. [break][break]

He heard the movement of water and when she finally spoke up its softer, but its closer. His skin prickled with goosebumps. She’s so close, just like before. “Yeah?” he breathed, forgetting how to speak for a split second. He seemed unconcerned with the idea of getting caught. It’s late, and if anything, he was the perfect here, not the other way around. He’d take the fall for it. He turned to her, unaware there was only a thin layer of cotton between them. Andres can’t stop himself and he allowed himself the smallest of peeks through his fingers, looking for her eyes. And when he finds them, he’s sure to lock her gaze to his. “I’m trying to f*** you, Luka.” His voice is low and despite the severity of the situation he can’t shake that shit eating grin. He lowered his head just a tad, angling his mouth towards her ear. His words are a little more desperate now. “Can I take you home with me? Please~?”

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His answers don’t seem to earn him anything positive. Even the sudden blush on the woman’s face is nothing next to how she reacted. Quiet, panicked even, pale. Not the happy, glowing visage he imagined. He frowned the memory in his mind’s eyes warping and twisting as he tried to consolidate reality with dream reality. A hidden truth slipped out and Andres blinked quickly, suddenly concerned. His eyebrows knit together as he set his utensils down and slide the plate to the side. “W-Who what condit̴͍̹͇̲̒̇î̴̖̀̽̈́̉o̵͙͍̲̱̪̮̗̲͔͗͌͊͌̄̅͆͂̃͆̊̇̏͝ͅͅͅn̸̡̨̛̛̮̱̼̭͒̾̐͛͌͌̂̊͑̏͐̚͝?” he asked struggling to remember before the dream forcibly implanted more obscure information into his subconscious to calm him. He wasn’t as panicked, but he was still worried. [break][break]

“Oh baby…” he murmured carefully putting a hand her shoulder. “I- Sorry…t-the soiree?” As he said that the memory pushed through that wall of the dream. The carriage rides, bits of his entrance with Artie, calling out to Melody across the ballroom. But as soon as his memories came back so did the natural continuation of that moment. Time with Melody, growing closer, the dates, the blunders, the hospital visits, the work, the trips, the vows. Everything. But it felt surreal. Like, picture perfect, when his life was anything but. “I-…yeah I remember the soiree too but…” he blinked at her, echoing her question. “Cobalion??” he asked as he looked around for the pokemon. “Haven’t….seen him…?”

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+ Melody Miro arthur finnian vanderbilt [break][break]

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Her reactions are a little more than what he’d expected but he’s not exactly put off. “Aww c’mon, I don’t think Luka would mind it, right?” he but as he tried to puppy dog eye his friend, the woman is most certainly taken by their beautiful hostess. As the woman held her close protectively and Luka didn’t even utter a word to defend him, he seemed to deflate a little, hurt by the rejection but not completely destroyed. Far from it really. [break][break]

“Ah, to be honest, I was invited by someone around here, and then I invited Luka. I didn’t get much of the details from the start.” He said letting out a small laugh. He wasn’t even sure how kris flynn-edwards had gotten an invite but the stars had aligned and he just appreciated being included. Still, he didn’t have much in social capital, so he didn’t feel too embarrassed at not knowing who Summer was. If anything, he found it an opportunity to get to know her better anyway. He threw a glance at Luka, who was busy sticking her tongue at him like she’d wont. Well, technically, she had actually but still! She was rubbing it in! “Don’t worry, I’m sure The Lady will follow you wherever you want to now.” He said, still teasing despite having been very blatantly rejected. [break][break]

“Aww reserved?!” he asked visibly disappointed. Luka was so lucky right now! Still, he would follow along. Luka was, after all, his only connection here. He hadn’t seen Flynn at all, and the man hadn’t answered his texts either. “What else is there in this mansion anyway?”


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Andres, who had little to no experience dealing with criminal activity shut up quite easily at the shushing form Jasper. He watched her, practically pouting as she tried to figure out their way out of this now that he was implicated thanks to the fresh blood on his sweet digs. “Jeez ok…” he mumbled as she continued being the brains of the operation. He let out a muffled yelp, just barely catching himself as she tore his clothes. His eyes widened and he felt the sweet relief that it had most definitely NOT been anything Supreme. [break][break]

“Ok…ok…taking the Spirit Halloween idea seriously sure…” he frowned at her putting a hand over her own shoulder and ripping down what he could. “What do we do about the body though? Just?? Leave it? We’re gonna leave footprints!” he hissed as her as he carefully tried to pull at things that wouldn’t completely unravel on him and make him look like a total creep. He sent a silent prayer she wouldn't beat his ass. It'd been her idea after all.


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She may have been new to the scene, and maybe she had some money to her name, but at least she wasn’t too uptight about her personal trainers. Some people really didn’t like little jokes made at their expense or their form. He looked around for one of the lighter kettlebells. They could do some squats and then add a little weight to it in a bit. [break][break]

“Uhh…I can do 4 times a week I think. Most of my clients are 1-2 times a week.” He said as he smiled at Melody in the mirror. “But, let me double check my schedule before you pay haha. I also need to know if you’ll be coming here all the time or if you would rather, I do house visits. That alters the price a little bit.” Rarely did people do house visits due to the price and well, most of his customers were coming to see him immediately after work on their way home. Not everybody had a good indoor gym. Hell, even Andres wasn’t that lucky. [break][break]

“Oh, graduating university? Congrats then~!” he said offering the pinkette a thumbs up as he went to retrieve the kettlebells. “What did you study?” He'd been out of uni for a while, but he always got nostalgic when graduation season came around.


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Chuchi made a direct hit and her tail wagged wildly as she howled in triumph. She growled as Ollie stayed under her, seemingly commanding a pokemon she didn’t see. She bristled at the order, waiting for the bright sparks of light and the direction of the blow but…nothing came. Finally, he managed to shove her off and ran deeper inside. Chuchi growled, barking loudly as she chased after him. She hopped back as he smacked into the coffee table dropping ot the floor of the living with a loud thump. She only continued her barking, yipping and growling at the poor ranger as he drunkenly ran through their apartment. [break][break]

She followed his trail, hopping effortlessly onto the couch and climbing on the very top of it. Asserting her dominance, she continued her loud assault. Pausing only as the poor criminal slid backs and smacked back down onto tile flooring. Without hesitation, the normal type howled once more, swan diving for another Tackle onto Ollie. [break][break]

Andres at the first thump had proceeded to ignore it as he clocked the time at 3:05 am. But then the noises continued, and Chuchi suddenly became unbearably noisy. And then he sat up in panic realizing that…this was an actual incident. They had an intruder! The blonde scrambled out of his sheets barely yanking up his boxers and moving towards the living room with pokeball in hand. “DAMIEN RUSSO ?!” he asked wondering if it was just Chuchi getting into it with his roommate. Though, she sounded far more aggressive than she needed to be. Chuchi howled to lead Andres further out but stayed put near Ollie. “Chuchi?! Chuchi wha-how-? What unown thing have you got there?!” he asked, flashing his phone light on top of the body and his partner pokemon.

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Andres didn’t seem at all upset by Melody’s reactions. In fact, something in the dream shimmered around his eyes, keeping his attention on his food until Melody was a little more coherent. He looked back up at her, cheeks full of chocolate chip pancakes, a stray bit of chocolate on the corner of his lips. He took a moment to swallow before clearing his throat. “Alright, alright Bonita. I’ll play.” [break][break]

He began slicing his pancakes, dream brain synapses firing as he went through each question in as much detail as he could muster. “Well, you wanted to go somewhere nice, so we went island hopping in Alola. You got annoyed when I suggested we do it behind that one waterfall, I convinced you anyway. Pretty sure that’s where Carla was conceived.” He began tapping his chin and stroking an imaginary beard. “Anyway, he went to a couple of local festivals, tried to conceive another in public, then stuck to visiting beaches and sitting at the resort.” Direct as always. [break][break]

“Papi in law’s name is A̶̢̪̟̜̍͛͠n̶͇̄̀̾͝t̸̢̖̅̌̆̇ͅo̷͚̫͍͝n̷̨̛͙̩͎̈́͛̾i̴̛͇͓̰o̵̪̐̒. You abuelito is J̵̢̜͍̅ű̵̹͓͔̱a̶̜͗͝ň̴͕͑̃͜ ̶̛̳͎͌M̷̡̤̓̎ḯ̴̡r̴̖̂ǫ̶͓͇̾̊̕ͅ and you…chiquilla, you don’t have one~” he said without breaking a sweat. The dream seemed ot shuffle and adjust to his words, imposing phrases on Andres; tongue without him missing a beat. “Why you ask? Wanna recreate our honeymoon while the kids are visiting my parent’s place?” he said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.


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Andres blinked slowly, tilting his head before smiling once more as the dream sort of smoother over any wrinkles in his fantasy. “Still groggy, nena? Or are you trying to 50 first Dates me?” he asked with a laugh as he slid the last of the pancakes onto a plate and then carefully places the frying pan and his spatula in the sink to cool off. [break][break]

He set his own plate on the counter, leaning over as he reached over for some whipped cream for himself. Casually pouring syrup on his food he snickered as Melody spoke again. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable in front of the woman I made three children with?” he asked as he began cutting his own pancakes and eating them. Perfectly cooked, perfectly fluffy, and perfectly golden. “I don’t know what kind of joke you’re making, but you’re pretty bad at it. Not super convincing as an amnesiac either.” He added after another mouthful of his breakfast.


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It’s almost too easy. The intruder is easily swayed by her adorable charmed and fat body. Her eyes are wide, and alert but her intentions are violent. As he approaches, Chuchi seemed to fluff up even more, bristling with aggression as the poor criminal got closer and closer. She crouched almost folding into herself as she waited for him to get into range before pouncing. Her round body arcs through the air, and she prepares herself to slam into Oliver’s chest with a battle cry. Her intent is clear. He’s already drunk, smacking into him with his already precarious balance would send him to the ground. From there, she’d make easy work out of him and ragdoll the poor bastard until Andres called the cops. [break][break]

Chuchi let out a high-pitched battle cry ready to smack into flesh. The screeching echoed in the apartment almost. Or well, more like it cut through the thin walls, rousing her trainer for a moment. In his room, the blonde stirred, turning over in his sleep before groaning slightly. “W…What time is it…” he muttered to himself weakly lifting his head off the pillow to look at the digital clock on his nightstand. He’s mostly unaware of the chaos ensuing in the living room.


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