[attr="class","taka"]Team Rocket's cafeteria. Well, it certainly was a space to exist in. Something he liked about base was that no one really noticed him, or if they did, they certainly didn't care. It was refreshing and it made things so much easier. Even if he wasn't exactly going all out with fashion and his own studio, he was still able to sketch and plan and design. That's all he really wanted to do for the time being. Inspiration would flare up eventually, especially with the types of people he was around.

However, being around people still wasn't something he necessarily wanted to do. But people were in the cafeteria, and they all just seemed... Too watchful. He wanted to disappear for the time being, not really make himself noticed. He would hum gently, eyeing the available tables. Sitting alone would also make him stand out, who was someone no one was looking towards? Ah. Sasha had his sights on the tall man, ryker hayes , sitting by himself. No one looked in his direction except for Sasha himself. It could mean he was dangerous, but that didn't really bother him. He'd make his way over to the table and promptly sit across from the man, a wry smile across his face.

"Hey there, big guy. Come here often?" he'd ask with a very clear Kalos accent. He hadn't any intentions to be overly friendly, but the idea of awkwardly sitting in front of him without any words would have been worst than death. At least this way a one sided conversation could go to bat, strike out, and they could eat their meals in silence.

[attr="class","taka"]There were flowers here. The smell alone gave that away, and yet it still brought Sasha some joy in knowing this. It had been a while since he took time to truly experience nature. Back in Kalos all he did was stay holed up in studio after studio before being whisked away to a fashion show or promotional event. It had been exhausting. Even with disappearing, it still felt somewhat suffocating. He had a new job to do, but it wasn't as fulfilling as the fame had been. And yet, did he want to return? It was too early to decide, he had only joined the team recently...

Regardless of his wistful thoughts, he would toss a pokeball towards the nearby lake, out springing a newly acquired partner. It was a basculin, with fierce jaw and all, but it had a white stripe instead of the typical red or blue. He had never seen such a type, and it caught his attention immediately. It seemed content enough to be in the water, diving down and swimming about as if stretching its fins. He would tilt his head and give a slight smile. If only he were a fish, free from everything and able to do just what he wanted without the judgement of others. What a life, really.

After a few thoughtful moments, Sasha would pull out a sketchbook and begin designing a garment. His inspiration? Well, none other than the new basculin who joined his ranks. The simple stripes of the basculin had always been an eye catching detail, but this singular white stripe intrigued him. He would begin drawing a rough base for a dress, making the silhouette of an a-line dress. He wasn't one to design wedding dresses, but the concept of a punk-aesthetic driven wedding line had crossed his mind. It would start simple, before he would add more detail. It would be just in led for now, he hadn't brought colors with him this time. He didn't need too when all he needed was the white of the paper to draw attention to that one detail.

He would eventually get lost in thought, sitting at the edge of the pond as his basculin swam around gleefully, eventually getting distracted and chasing after a wayward surskit. It seemed to be having fun, but was causing a bit of a scene despite its trainer being right there.