RP Log - Happy, Hopeful, and Hungry!
Who: Tracey, Brock
When: BACKDATED - Sunday, August 6, morning
Rating: PG
Warnings: some parts are suggestive? But only if you look for them. >D
Summary: Tracey sets off for Pewter and arrives at the gym earlier than expected. Poor Brock!
Notes: omg another log. get cracking, guys! it's fun to rp pokémon D:
It was already so warm, even though it was pretty early that morning. But the journey had been worth it, and now, Tracey found himself in Pewter City. He sighed as he walked through town, looking for the gym. On Friday night, at a Pokémon Center, he had contacted Brock and said that he would probably arrive on Sunday.
Of course, Tracey did not expect to get there before noon. That did not really matter, though. He would not be able to stay for many days and it would be nice to see as much as he could as possible.
When he found the gym, Tracey smiled, quite relieved. It had not been too hard to find, but it was just better to be there. He pushed on the doors… they were open! Maybe a match was going on.
“Hello?” he called, venturing in.
Facing Tracey inside the gym was Brock in a frilly pink apron, trying to pull down white lacy curtains from the top of the building. "...Errr... hi."
Before Tracey decided to come by, Brock's mother had the gym decorated how SHE wanted it, and it definitely had a VERY feminine touch to it. Brock, a manly man of a man, didn't want Tracey to see these embarrassing fabric banners so he planned to take it down by Sunday morning. He figured it would take Tracey until Sunday evening to get there. Too bad he was wrong. He was just getting the last wall when Tracey suddenly came in. And Brock was in a frilly pink apron.
“...”
Tracey did not know what to think about all of this. Okay, he’d seen the apron before. But… The gym! He had such expectations for the great rock-Pokémon gym. Why was it painted with curly-cues and decorated with ribbon?!
“…Brock, would you like explain this?” Before he sketched it. He was just dying to.
"It's my mom's fault, I tell you!! My mom--" He exclaimed, trying to defend himself. He suddenly noticed that Tracey had a sketchpad in hand. "HEY. What do you think you're doing with that thing? Can't you cut me some slack?"
Tracey sweat dropped, taking a small step back. “I’m just kidding! Sorry… Besides, I’ve been carrying it around with me so I could draw really quickly if I saw something go by.” Ha ha… Okay.
He sighed, and wiped his forehead with a tissue that he had in his pocket. Since Tracey was here anyway, there wasn't a real point to cleaning the gym, at least for now. He climbed down the ladder, and took off the apron. "So you're here early... well, it's awesome to see ya. It's been a while, right?"
“Yeah, a really long time,” Tracey said, taking off his backpack and putting his sketchbook inside. “But when Ash checks in with the Professor, I get to hear what you guys have been up to. It sounds like you’re all having a good time.”
"Yeah, we have some crazy adventures," Brock chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "But it's nice to visit home once in a while, since travels keep me busy. But I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy it."
Tracey smiled a bit. It must be nice to go see your family. He should probably take some time himself to go back to the Orange Islands and visit his own. Of course, it was a lot of fun helping out Professor Oak, even if it was hard work.
“Speaking of crazy…” he said, eyes darting to the other side of the room. “You never did quite explain what was going on with the gym… You just said it was your mother’s fault.”
His face kinda drooped a little as he smacked his forehead. "Ugh. Well, see, my mom kinda decided to decorate the gym, as it was too gloomy, or something. She even had WATER placed in the gym, though I made her take the water out. She insisted on keeping the banners though, and I didn't really want to argue..."
“Water in a rock-type gym?” Tracey asked, eyes widening. How weird! Brock’s mother must be a very… eccentric woman. Then again, Brock could be that way, too. “Is everything okay now?”
"Yeah, everything is fine. Mom might be a little strange, but she means well." He chuckled. "Even so, it's kinda nice to have people over at times. You can help me take care of my siblings."
"…"
Tracey blinked, and then stared at Brock for several seconds. Take care… of his siblings? How many did Brock have? Like… 100? Okay, calm down… He did not come here to be a babysitter. But…
"S-Sure! That's no problem!"
His face beamed up as he grabbed Tracey by the arm, and dragged him out the gym. "Alright, then! Let's go meet them all!"
This was what happened when you were too nice to refuse. Tracey sighed and followed Brock outside. It did not look like his house was that far away, either. Well, this would be fine… All he had to do was stay strong and help out a bit. Then, maybe tomorrow, he could do some sightseeing.
Right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately for Tracey, these children were not exactly a quiet bunch. They were, after all, children. Just... nine of them. "Aren't they cute? Dad always told me that every one of them had my eyes," he told Tracey in a motherly way.
"That's nice…" Tracey said, eyeing the children. They were all busy drawing on walls or running around and pulling hair. And they certainly did all have Brock's eyes. "Your parents must be very patient!"
"They are, they are... they're usually busy though, so I usually take care of the little runts. It'll be great to finally have someone to help me!" The only downside to this whole thing was that Tracey was a guy. Darn. Maybe Tracey could teach him how to get the girls.
Maybe Brock was the patient one, Tracey thought. Actually, he was, now that he thought about it. He smiled a bit at the children, but then noticed Brock's eyes on him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Sweat drop.
He snapped out of his little daydream, blinking a little bit... well, something like blinking. "Huh? Oh, oh. Sorry 'bout that, don't mind me. Oh, oh, hey. Since you're helping me, I owe you a favor. If you need anything, ask me anytime." Brock may have been a little oblivious but at least he wasn't a meanie.
Well, that was nice of him. Tracey usually did not trade favors for favors. He laughed a little. "You letting me come here and stay with you is enough already. I'm really happy I get to be here."
Brock smiled and nodded with him. "So am I. Let’s make this visit memorable, okay?"
Memorable? Tracey all but sparkled. "Alright! There are so many things
I wanna do… Hopefully, we can get a match in?" He grinned.
"Heh, of course! Even us breeders like to get a match in once in a while, but I won't be easy on you." He replied with a smirk and continued with a confident tone. "Any time, anywhere, any situation, I'll come out on top."
“Oh, really?” Fire burned in Tracey’s eyes. He was already excited. He had not had a battle in a while, and even though his true love was drawing, it was always great to have a good match. “Well, you’d better be ready for the fight of your life, because I won’t be easy to beat!”
"I hope so. It's more fun that way." Brock chuckled, as he tried to push away one of the more annoying siblings that was clinging to his leg. He was crying about being hungry or something like that. "I think I need to cook lunch first. How about doing it after lunch?"
“That sounds fine!” Tracey said. He looked over at all of the children again. “Uh…” The moment Brock mentioned lunch, they all stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at him. “…I think lunch might be a really good idea…”
"And we better do it quick... or they'll all start a stampe---ACK!" At that moment, the kids decided that if they were not in the kitchen, they were not making food. So, the solution was, of course, to push the two into the kitchen.
Tracey allowed himself to be pushed, sweat dropping. “Ah, they’re sure a lively bunch, aren’t they?” Maybe too lively.
"They are... but they’re my siblings so I love them nonetheless," he replied, with a little sweat drop on the side as well.
That… made Tracey smile. Brock truly was a good person. And he decided that whatever came his way, Tracey was going to help him, at least while he was here. He was an okay cook, and could make decent sandwiches, but with Brock’s help, he’d be able to pull through. When they were finally in the kitchen, Tracey posed gallantly. “Alright, then! Let’s make lunch!”
Brock grinned and pumped his fist in the air. He could already tell that this was going to be one fun weekend. "Alright, let’s get started!"
When: BACKDATED - Sunday, August 6, morning
Rating: PG
Warnings: some parts are suggestive? But only if you look for them. >D
Summary: Tracey sets off for Pewter and arrives at the gym earlier than expected. Poor Brock!
Notes: omg another log. get cracking, guys! it's fun to rp pokémon D:
It was already so warm, even though it was pretty early that morning. But the journey had been worth it, and now, Tracey found himself in Pewter City. He sighed as he walked through town, looking for the gym. On Friday night, at a Pokémon Center, he had contacted Brock and said that he would probably arrive on Sunday.
Of course, Tracey did not expect to get there before noon. That did not really matter, though. He would not be able to stay for many days and it would be nice to see as much as he could as possible.
When he found the gym, Tracey smiled, quite relieved. It had not been too hard to find, but it was just better to be there. He pushed on the doors… they were open! Maybe a match was going on.
“Hello?” he called, venturing in.
Facing Tracey inside the gym was Brock in a frilly pink apron, trying to pull down white lacy curtains from the top of the building. "...Errr... hi."
Before Tracey decided to come by, Brock's mother had the gym decorated how SHE wanted it, and it definitely had a VERY feminine touch to it. Brock, a manly man of a man, didn't want Tracey to see these embarrassing fabric banners so he planned to take it down by Sunday morning. He figured it would take Tracey until Sunday evening to get there. Too bad he was wrong. He was just getting the last wall when Tracey suddenly came in. And Brock was in a frilly pink apron.
“...”
Tracey did not know what to think about all of this. Okay, he’d seen the apron before. But… The gym! He had such expectations for the great rock-Pokémon gym. Why was it painted with curly-cues and decorated with ribbon?!
“…Brock, would you like explain this?” Before he sketched it. He was just dying to.
"It's my mom's fault, I tell you!! My mom--" He exclaimed, trying to defend himself. He suddenly noticed that Tracey had a sketchpad in hand. "HEY. What do you think you're doing with that thing? Can't you cut me some slack?"
Tracey sweat dropped, taking a small step back. “I’m just kidding! Sorry… Besides, I’ve been carrying it around with me so I could draw really quickly if I saw something go by.” Ha ha… Okay.
He sighed, and wiped his forehead with a tissue that he had in his pocket. Since Tracey was here anyway, there wasn't a real point to cleaning the gym, at least for now. He climbed down the ladder, and took off the apron. "So you're here early... well, it's awesome to see ya. It's been a while, right?"
“Yeah, a really long time,” Tracey said, taking off his backpack and putting his sketchbook inside. “But when Ash checks in with the Professor, I get to hear what you guys have been up to. It sounds like you’re all having a good time.”
"Yeah, we have some crazy adventures," Brock chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "But it's nice to visit home once in a while, since travels keep me busy. But I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy it."
Tracey smiled a bit. It must be nice to go see your family. He should probably take some time himself to go back to the Orange Islands and visit his own. Of course, it was a lot of fun helping out Professor Oak, even if it was hard work.
“Speaking of crazy…” he said, eyes darting to the other side of the room. “You never did quite explain what was going on with the gym… You just said it was your mother’s fault.”
His face kinda drooped a little as he smacked his forehead. "Ugh. Well, see, my mom kinda decided to decorate the gym, as it was too gloomy, or something. She even had WATER placed in the gym, though I made her take the water out. She insisted on keeping the banners though, and I didn't really want to argue..."
“Water in a rock-type gym?” Tracey asked, eyes widening. How weird! Brock’s mother must be a very… eccentric woman. Then again, Brock could be that way, too. “Is everything okay now?”
"Yeah, everything is fine. Mom might be a little strange, but she means well." He chuckled. "Even so, it's kinda nice to have people over at times. You can help me take care of my siblings."
"…"
Tracey blinked, and then stared at Brock for several seconds. Take care… of his siblings? How many did Brock have? Like… 100? Okay, calm down… He did not come here to be a babysitter. But…
"S-Sure! That's no problem!"
His face beamed up as he grabbed Tracey by the arm, and dragged him out the gym. "Alright, then! Let's go meet them all!"
This was what happened when you were too nice to refuse. Tracey sighed and followed Brock outside. It did not look like his house was that far away, either. Well, this would be fine… All he had to do was stay strong and help out a bit. Then, maybe tomorrow, he could do some sightseeing.
Right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately for Tracey, these children were not exactly a quiet bunch. They were, after all, children. Just... nine of them. "Aren't they cute? Dad always told me that every one of them had my eyes," he told Tracey in a motherly way.
"That's nice…" Tracey said, eyeing the children. They were all busy drawing on walls or running around and pulling hair. And they certainly did all have Brock's eyes. "Your parents must be very patient!"
"They are, they are... they're usually busy though, so I usually take care of the little runts. It'll be great to finally have someone to help me!" The only downside to this whole thing was that Tracey was a guy. Darn. Maybe Tracey could teach him how to get the girls.
Maybe Brock was the patient one, Tracey thought. Actually, he was, now that he thought about it. He smiled a bit at the children, but then noticed Brock's eyes on him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Sweat drop.
He snapped out of his little daydream, blinking a little bit... well, something like blinking. "Huh? Oh, oh. Sorry 'bout that, don't mind me. Oh, oh, hey. Since you're helping me, I owe you a favor. If you need anything, ask me anytime." Brock may have been a little oblivious but at least he wasn't a meanie.
Well, that was nice of him. Tracey usually did not trade favors for favors. He laughed a little. "You letting me come here and stay with you is enough already. I'm really happy I get to be here."
Brock smiled and nodded with him. "So am I. Let’s make this visit memorable, okay?"
Memorable? Tracey all but sparkled. "Alright! There are so many things
I wanna do… Hopefully, we can get a match in?" He grinned.
"Heh, of course! Even us breeders like to get a match in once in a while, but I won't be easy on you." He replied with a smirk and continued with a confident tone. "Any time, anywhere, any situation, I'll come out on top."
“Oh, really?” Fire burned in Tracey’s eyes. He was already excited. He had not had a battle in a while, and even though his true love was drawing, it was always great to have a good match. “Well, you’d better be ready for the fight of your life, because I won’t be easy to beat!”
"I hope so. It's more fun that way." Brock chuckled, as he tried to push away one of the more annoying siblings that was clinging to his leg. He was crying about being hungry or something like that. "I think I need to cook lunch first. How about doing it after lunch?"
“That sounds fine!” Tracey said. He looked over at all of the children again. “Uh…” The moment Brock mentioned lunch, they all stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at him. “…I think lunch might be a really good idea…”
"And we better do it quick... or they'll all start a stampe---ACK!" At that moment, the kids decided that if they were not in the kitchen, they were not making food. So, the solution was, of course, to push the two into the kitchen.
Tracey allowed himself to be pushed, sweat dropping. “Ah, they’re sure a lively bunch, aren’t they?” Maybe too lively.
"They are... but they’re my siblings so I love them nonetheless," he replied, with a little sweat drop on the side as well.
That… made Tracey smile. Brock truly was a good person. And he decided that whatever came his way, Tracey was going to help him, at least while he was here. He was an okay cook, and could make decent sandwiches, but with Brock’s help, he’d be able to pull through. When they were finally in the kitchen, Tracey posed gallantly. “Alright, then! Let’s make lunch!”
Brock grinned and pumped his fist in the air. He could already tell that this was going to be one fun weekend. "Alright, let’s get started!"