it's not that i like you or anything.

[coolest_cat]

Who: coolest_cat and deadfreesia
Where: Cherrygrove, or nearby
When: Before the bugs.
Summary: Youji is secretly a big softy. Youji thinks Mamoru needs to get in better touch with his secret inner big softy.
Rating: Youji's jokes verge anywhere from G to PG13.
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[deadfreesia]

By all appearances, Togepi was in the middle of his own private aerobics program when Mamoru carried him into the Youji's room to answer his call. And as usual, he looked far more happy and energetic than a creature in Mamoru's arms had any right to do.

Mamoru, for his part, was doing his best to simply pretend he didn't have a dancing egg monster tucked to his stomach. He set Togepi down and allowed him to waddle over towards Darling. Satisfied that Togepi would be able to stay relatively safe within the hotel room, he turned his attention fully to Youji. Although he wasn't smiling, Mamoru's eyes and voice remained gentle.

"What's wrong? Youji-kun..."

[deadfreesia]

Mamoru would grant Youji's perception the benefit of the doubt that the Skarmory really was friendly and sweet-tempered when she wasn't sitting on you. When she was, however, it became rather more difficult to properly appreciate those qualities.

"Youji-kun...!"

The Skarmory cooed and finally seemed to realize there was someone else in the room. She craned her neck in search of a better view, but found only a pair of legs.

[coolest_cat]

Youji followed her gaze, and tsked.

"Next time, we hold the egg away from our bodies, right?"

He scratched Skarmory's head. "Why don't you come with me for a minute? He needs to breathe."

[deadfreesia]

"Right..." Mamoru groaned. Youji could rest assured this was one lesson he would not soon forget.

Skarmory clicked her beak and eased herself to her feet, following Youji's lead away from that ill-fated spot of floor. Mamoru winced and sat up; he needed a moment before he could take in the sight of Skarmory properly. Even without that more thorough assessment, however, one point was already clear.

"She seems to like you."

[coolest_cat]

"Women like to be treated a certain way," said Youji, modesty clearly as false as it was overblown. "Sometimes that means getting walked on. Me, I like assertive women who know what they want and get it anyway."

He patted Skarmory's head again. "Not that you and I will be picking out curtains any time soon, but we'll certainly get along. Almost reminds me of someone."

[deadfreesia]

Or sat on, as the case may be. Mamoru climbed to his feet and made use of Skarmory's preoccupation with Youji to get a better look at her. Even from underneath her, he hadn't been able to fully appreciate her size; she would easily be able to carry a passenger in flight. Good. That left the only question whether she would allow him on her back.

"I think she's confused which of us is her trainer."

[coolest_cat]

"Maybe I imprinted on the egg when I received it?" Youji wondered. He grinned. "Or maybe I just look more like a figure of authority."

Momoe and Darling would not agree with this assessment, but Youji wasn't about to admit that.

[deadfreesia]

No doubt Youji did look more like a figure of authority so long as he'd been stuck serving as a floor cushion. That didn't necessarily mean much. It was also possible Youji simply still had the Skarmory's attention because he'd been the first thing she'd seen.

The Pokémon, meanwhile, cocked her head to one side in a silent chorus of Momoe's and Darling's sentiments. She moved in closer, her nose picking up on something. Something that smelled like food. And it was coming from Youji-- more specifically, his lower half.

With no regard for the concepts of ownership or personal space, she began to insistently nudge and prod at his pocket in an effort to get her beak into it.

Mamoru hid his amusement behind one hand. "You were saying, Youji-kun?"