Yagyuu Hiroshi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-07-04 07:14 pm
usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-07-04 07:14 pm
003 | Violet City | Video / Action;
[Greetings, Johto! This video is coming to you from some secluded part of the streets of Violet City, courtesy of PhantomCam™, and features one Yagyuu Hiroshi sitting comfortably on a bench beneath the shade of a tree, engrossed in a book with his backpack resting securely at his feet. Perhaps most notably, he's not wearing his yellow-and-black Regulars jersey today, which is largely because it's currently piled next to him on the bench in something vaguely approximating a nest, with what can only be a Pokemon egg resting safely inside.
Yagyuu, for his part, is mostly oblivious to the fact that he's currently on candid cam, but the reason for it quickly becomes apparent—the egg in its nest is beginning to rock gently from side to side, making vaguely egg-like noises, and gradually beginning to glow.
(Fortunately, Phantom is wise enough to the workings of Pokemon hatchings that he's taken the initative to record this for posterity, regardless of whether or not his trainer is as quick on the uptake about it.)
Another few moments pass, and now at last Yagyuu takes notice, setting his book aside and turning his full attention to watch as the egg wobbles, brightens, cracks—]
Vee! Eevee!
[—and yields a bouncing newborn Eevee, still snug and secure in the jersey-nest, taking her first look at the world.
Book completely forgotten now, Yagyuu carefully extends a hand to his newest Pokemon, letting her inspect him a minute; after a few courtesy sniffs and nudges, the Eevee hops out of her nest and climbs up into Yagyuu's lap instead, settling in to ensure his full attention as she carefully inspects the human who's going to be her trainer. A minute later, Yagyuu's hands come to rest on her back, stroking through her fur as he conducts an appraisal of his own. This is, after all, his first attempt at breeding a Pokemon, and he's clearly intent on thoroughly examining just how well it turned out.]
Ah, aren't you a friendly one. Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, too.
[And as Yagyuu continues to fuss over his new Eevee, Phantom apparently decides that his work here is done, and switches the feed off.]
Yagyuu, for his part, is mostly oblivious to the fact that he's currently on candid cam, but the reason for it quickly becomes apparent—the egg in its nest is beginning to rock gently from side to side, making vaguely egg-like noises, and gradually beginning to glow.
(Fortunately, Phantom is wise enough to the workings of Pokemon hatchings that he's taken the initative to record this for posterity, regardless of whether or not his trainer is as quick on the uptake about it.)
Another few moments pass, and now at last Yagyuu takes notice, setting his book aside and turning his full attention to watch as the egg wobbles, brightens, cracks—]
Vee! Eevee!
[—and yields a bouncing newborn Eevee, still snug and secure in the jersey-nest, taking her first look at the world.
Book completely forgotten now, Yagyuu carefully extends a hand to his newest Pokemon, letting her inspect him a minute; after a few courtesy sniffs and nudges, the Eevee hops out of her nest and climbs up into Yagyuu's lap instead, settling in to ensure his full attention as she carefully inspects the human who's going to be her trainer. A minute later, Yagyuu's hands come to rest on her back, stroking through her fur as he conducts an appraisal of his own. This is, after all, his first attempt at breeding a Pokemon, and he's clearly intent on thoroughly examining just how well it turned out.]
Ah, aren't you a friendly one. Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, too.
[And as Yagyuu continues to fuss over his new Eevee, Phantom apparently decides that his work here is done, and switches the feed off.]
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[He resists the urge to take a step back, but instead scoops Lady out of her nest and gently sets her on the ground, letting her investigate the purple Eevee more properly. They are somewhat related, after all. Theoretically, it'll play nice.
He hopes.]
They're permitted in the cafe, I assume?
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[ Niou turns to lead the way, then, and after just a moment of inspecting Lady, Sugar the Eevee scampers after him. When Niou's strides get too long, Sugar tucks itself into a ball and rolls along, never losing momentum. or speed. ]
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Also, they're them. Which is more than enough of an explanation as it is.]
After you, Niou-kun?
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Niou leads the way to a table in the corner that gives them a decent view of nearly the entire café, and he pauses there, looking first down at his chair, then up at Yagyuu. How much chivalry does he have to spare today? ]
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Are you planning to have me order for you while I'm at it? Cover the check for the both of us?
[He moves for his chair, settling Lady and her nest carefully into it, and then circles back around toward Niou's, stepping just slightly too close—enough that their arms bump lightly at the elbows—as he goes by to retrieve the chair for his partner.]
See you home to your front door when we're through, perhaps?
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No, yes and yes.
[ He folds his hands beneath his chin and watches the waitresses flit back and forth. ]
action; I saw nothing.
[And then it's back to his own chair, shifting Lady and nest into his lap as he sits, watching Niou a few moments before turning his own attention to the hustle and bustle of the cafe. It's all Pokemon, of course, which isn't the most ideal, but still—no, it's interesting. And the costumes, Pokemon though they may be, are...intriguing.]
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[ He tears his eyes from the long legs and short skirts to watch his partner peruse the café staff. ]
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[There's a girl in a Butterfree costume that's particularly eye-catching, mostly for the sake of the wings. And also, perhaps, that she seems to be quite short, and making up for it with a decidedly tall pair of heels...
...not that he's looking or anything. Not in the slightest. It's just interesting.]
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[ There's no hint of malice in the remark, only a little laugh as he nudges Yagyuu's ankle beneath the table. ]
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[And the nudge draws his attention right back to Niou, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.]
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God only knows how I lived six months without you to make my decisions for me.
[ There's very little serious about this, either, regardless of the subject. Niou figures it's about time they gloss over the pain of those six months and turn it into a palatable subject. ]
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That's what your conscience is for, Niou-kun. That little voice in your head that sounds like me?
[As the smile on his lips stays the same, but the one reflected in his eyes turns just a hint sharper.]
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That little voice? You wouldn't believe some of the shit it says to me.
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[He says it dryly, as if that were anywhere even close to what might run through Niou's head under the guise of Yagyuu's voice. After all, his own 'conscience', in Niou's familiar tones, isn't much better.]
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[ His foot hooks around the back of Yagyuu's ankle, then slides up his calf. ]
But it says all kinds of other shit. I'm sure you can imagine.
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Can I? Perhaps you'd better give me an example.
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'How unfortunate that this table is without a tablecloth.'
[ His foot slides a little higher and his grin a little wider. He'll leave Yagyuu to imagine the present advantages of a tablecloth; these things are better left implied. ]
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It's a little too natural, then, to let himself fall into Niou's voice in return, quietly, still tinged with a hint of that same emotion as before.]
Yeah? I like the way he thinks.
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That makes two of us, then. As usual.
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[Oh, right. Public. Behaving. Perhaps they ought to work on that...at some point.
He gives Niou's foot an experimental nudge.]
How nice to know you listen to him so...attentively.
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Oh, you know me. I always do what I'm told.
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[With one last glance, Yagyuu settles back a little farther in his chair and turns his eyes back to their surroundings for the moment.]
Or by the right person.
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