"i--" she starts, though glaring softly at the stove top skeptically "i.. am alright. slightly discomforted but.. alright." her brows furrow, before carefully (cautiously) moving away from behind the man, taking note of her image and clearing her throat into her fist. [break][break]

"please.. do not mind me." she maintains a lowered gaze - she can't face him after that embarrassing display "a-anyways.. what did you say you were cooking?"

Calix Nikolau

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"i-i suppose you are.." but what is she supposed to say when he's being so teasing, and flattering? daphne's never been good with flattery, no. she's never been good with it, which is probably why her face is getting all the rosier, and why her ears are starting to follow suit with the tinge. [break][break]

"although i'm.. flattered, really.." her response is to raise her hand and gently take a lock between her fingers, twirling the golden string of hair as the embarrassment settles. in the meantime, the bagon doesn't exactly seem happy with being thrusted with the god damn arm, and his response was to make his head glow, ready for a zen headbutt... only for it to not be ass effective, and only be reduced to a mere headbutt in the face of typing.

Calix Nikolau

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"greaser look, hm?~" she hums, just a little more loudly. certainly, she hasn't exactly dabbled in that kind of style.. but she could, couldn't she? there's a first time for everything, and if she'd like, she could always just change the design another time, if not make some drafts to see what she could come up with. though the two of them were eating dinner, she can never stop herself from brainstorming what could be - especially if she's going to think about how it's going to look on him. [break][break]

maybe that's why she's been more passionate about men's clothing more recently. not that she would dare speak a word of it. [break][break]

the smile reaches her eyes at his suggestion, and she nods her head whilst picking up more food, wrapped in the pita that he so delicately crafted for them "i was thinking of something along those lines, yes~" and he said that he didn't know anything about fashion. a couple outfit was certainly something she's thought about, especially with pokemon who have different forms depending on their gender. with another hum, she leans forward towards him to offer the bite. [break][break]

"mm.. perhaps some green or red accents for a male outfit, and more black and brown tones for women.." she starts to ponder shortly after pulling the fork back down (after he's taken a bite, of course), in favour of raising her hands, slightly, to make a frame with her fingers - and with him in the centre. ".. i think that style would look good on you~"

Calix Nikolau

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of course, she'll grab her bag with her wallet and her own set of keys. though she imagines that he'll wane to drive the two of them over down the road.. [break][break]

"hopefully the parking isn't too crowded.." she mutters, strapping the purse over her head to hang across her chest, against the top of her other shoulder. at worst, if the streets are too crowded, they could always go on a walk over. "ah.." she pauses as she reaches the steps of the stairs, a smile to her lips as she raises her head. [break][break]

her arms reach up to start tying her hair back up, though now into a messy ponytail, looped through to make a largeer, slightly heavier bun "perhaps we'll see xander there? i know that he might have gone out with his friends~.." [break][break]

it would be nice if he were there, actually. it'd be a pleasant surprise to see him having fun at the night market. though.. he was also having fun sleeping over at said friend's place, so maybe not, just so that he didn't have to deal with his father and his father's girlfriend while with friends. [break][break]

they can focus on their date, anyways~

end

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the bagon screams, just as he falls face first, flat on the ground after losing balance as a result of the low sweep. he grunts, rolling his large head against the ground to use as leverage to pick himself back onto his feet (because arceus knows that he has no such arms to pick him up). he takes a momen to snuff, then starts to open his jaw wide, ready to rip out a heft crunch in response afterwards. [break][break]

meanwhile, daphne can only turn her attention back to the man, her response being.. slight surprise, with a dash of red to coat her cheeks as she fully processes what he'd said. he.. said she was cute? or.. the blush was cute, rather. he said that the blush was cute-- he said that a blush on her was.. cute? it'd.. been a while since anyone said that to or about her, and she paused for a moment to make sure that she was hearing things right. [break][break]

so she raises a hand, intending to point at herself, in slight.. disbelief. "me?" she asks, tone slightly raised. the idea that anyone could think that she, stone faced daphne, could be cute was.. absurd "are-- are you.. sure you aren't mistaken..?" surely, he was, or he jest. and yet before she can notice, her face had flushed a deeper hue of scarlet, with the tips of her ears following suit, peeking through her lighter, golden locks.

Calix Nikolau

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.. was he always so charming? [break][break]

or.. rephrasing: was he always this charming? of course he was; she just hasn't been able to fully appreciate it, or realize it, until more recently. especially when he was thinking so hard - there's something so cute about the way he gazes at her, and gives her such a lovingly, warming look (it's still foreign to her, but she's growing accustomed to it. little by little). [break][break]

there's slight confusion as he traces his hand along the frame of her face, and a tinge of rose comes to hr cheeks as she feels his thumb brush over her lip. his touch lingers, and she has to take her mind off it. it's okay, she'll tell herself. it was just an innocent gesture. innocent, and good natured. get those sinful thoughts out of your pure head. [break][break]

in an attempt to distract herself, she mulls over his words and begins to think, quietly. her eyes close, and she raises her other hand to gently hold her chin. leather and.. pockets were a usual trend in the autumn, so it works perfectly well, but "i was thinking more.. design, or style-wise~" she clarifies, raising her gaze back up "when you think autumn.. what pokemon comes to mind? that kind of thing~"

Calix Nikolau

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"i'm offended~" mock surprise and shock are displayed, via her hand reaching up to gently tent over her chest, and her eyes widening the tiniest bit. although it's short lived, and her features soften back into a small, amused smile. "one moment, then. i'm going to go get myself changed into something less.." she takes a look at herself, who was still wearing one of his shirts (she hadn't bothered to change out; it was far too comfortable) ".. homey~" and with that, she lets go of his hand, walking back up the stairs with the intention to get into a change of clothes. [break][break]

.. then comes back shortly afterwards, wearing something a lot more casual than she usually would; wearing a white, loose tank top, a pair of thinner, black leggings and a longer, baby blue cardigan. and.. a little bit of bug spray. you never know when the mosquitoes will come out to bite, especially with hoenn being surrounded by water..[break][break]

"did you need to get changed, too?" she calls down, halfway down the stairs.

Calix Nikolau

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focus daphne. forcus on the man who's nice enough to be making you some food, and not how he looks good in home wear. god dammit daphne. [break][break]

in an attempt to distract herself from what she sees, she turns her nose up, slightly, to get a better whiff of what was wafting through the air. he was always a good cook (blessed be her), but she sadly never had the smell nor the palette to be able to identify what was being made. the woman moves, slightly to the side with a curious tilt of her head to ask "what are you cooking?"[break][break]

of course, she's careful so that no oil will splash onto her. the last thing she wants is an oil burn - something that she so often recoils back from. oh, speaking of which, there it is, popping from the pan and getting the tiniest little drop on her hand. the reaction is immediate and brief as she hisses, softly, and instinctively tries to move behind a man, away from the pan. [break][break]

... is she acting like a feline right now? [break]
yes, she is. [break][break]

how embarrassing.

Calix Nikolau

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if she pushes it anymore, it might get annoying. so, with a heavy heart, she backs off from pressing it too hard.[break][break]

so with a small smile on her lips, she tightens the hold slightly, firming her grip whilst raising herself onto her toes to give a man a quick peck to his lips. soft, quick, yet lovingly all the same. "actually.." she pauses, as to think ".. i heard that there was an annual night market opening up tonight? it isn't too far, so we can go there and take a look at what they have to offer~"

Calix Nikolau

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she snickers, slightly. it's faint and it's rare, but it's there and it exists. [break][break]

he was always a riot to be around, even when it was just the slight and subtle humour he gave. he's only a bit worried, based on his tone earlier (she's grateful, really. never having someone care for or about her like this was something that she was going to get used to. having someone fret a bit is nice, even though she insists that he doesn't need to). [break][break]

"i am~" she hums, eyeing the piece of food between the pita that he holds up to her lips. raising a hand, she tucks a lock of golden hair behind her ear to take a bite of the food he holds out to her. then she hums in delight. again, his food was always very good. it's perfect for her, actually - as someone who only scarcely cooks for herself. it's healthier, too (it means she doesn't have to suffer in buying take out and feeling gross after an hour). [break][break]

swallowing the bite, she smiles a bit more brightly. "i am sure your opinion and tastes will mesh well~" a confident chime is said, her fingers tented after setting the fork down. "in the worst case scenario, you have me to translate it into a design, no?"

Calix Nikolau

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she grabs another piece of food, holding it with the fork impaled right through. [break][break]

though she catches the gaze h gives her, and it makes her feel warm inside (there's something about him that's always been so warm, capable of melting the usual, externally cold heart) enough to smile in response. he's a burly man, but.. really, he reminds hr more of a teddirusa more than an ursaring. a big, cuddly man, if she had to describe him with two words. you can't tell her not to spoil him when he's being so endearing - especially when he's being so affectionate - and was so concerned about her well being just a few moments earlier. [break][break]

at his question, she hums slightly. "a bit of column a, and a bit of b" but it was good work, and she honestly found it fun work (more fun than what she had to deal with whilst in devon, and though she knows she is a disappointment, her family has told her many times that she isn't to blame, and that she's free to do as she pleased. all of her siblings did that exact thing, after all). "i've been working on a new line for the season~" she chimes before taking a bit to chew and swallow. a hum comes from her lips; his food always tasted better than anything she's eaten. [break][break]

"something for the autumn.. i was thinking of the colours of unfezant, although i'm a little stumped past that.." it wasn't easy when you suffered from artist's block "do you have any suggestions?"

Calix Nikolau

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the early bird get the worm, such that the result of their early response is the poor poucher getting absolutely throttled by a garchomp and lucario. thankfully, it seems like the poucher was the only threat, and with the man captured, daphne smiles, slightly, at the achievement. she bids her partner farewell for the rest of the evening. [break][break]

thank goodness the wooloo weren't hurt.

Asahiko Hakuryuu

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