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usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-07-04 07:14 pm
usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-07-04 07:14 pm
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[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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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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[ Niou, for his part, alternates between scanning the café for familiar or pretty faces and watching his partner with an ill-concealed pleased expression. ]
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[ He reclines a little, letting his feet bump innocuously against Yagyuu's. ]
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What is it you want, Niou-kun?
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Grande white chocolate hazelnut-raspberry latte.
[ Whether that's his 'usual' or just some new concoction thought up on the spot is anyone's guess — except Yagyuu's. His partner would know that the white chocolate is the only constant, and everything else is in flux and prone to flights of fancy. ]
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[And when the opportunity arises to place an order (thankfully not from the waitress in the Butterfree costume, whose wings are lovely at a distance but somewhat unfortunate up close), that's exactly what Niou will get, accompanied by a considerably more boring—but predictable—cup of tea for Yagyuu, and a blackberry muffin on the side.]
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[ He lounges for the duration of the wait, and when their orders arrive, he's prompt in reaching out to snatch a bit off the muffin. ]
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And Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and Thursdays...
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[ Niou pops the bite of muffin into his mouth and slouches in his seat. It's a conscious gesture, but such a common one as to go nearly unnoticed. ]
Are you feelin' adventurous, Yeeeahgyuu?
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Suppose, for argument's sake, I say yes. What then?
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Is 'hooliganism' even a word?
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