log. +goldenrod, Fuji and Niou
Who: futariniousama and reimprovise
Where: Goldenrod!
When: Just after lunch, still a lazy afternoon
Summary: Creative usages of cat and rock.
Rating: PG-13, for Niou and Fuji being in the same log
Log:
[It's been a while since he's dumped the pokemon on his fellow tennis player. It's only reasonable that he would want to see how they're making nice, after all this time. Privately, he thinks it'll be a pleasant surprise if the Skitty has yet to be smeared across the floor like some exotic rug of the pink and white variety - but Niou did say that he liked cats. Then again, he's said a lot of things, and some of them might even be true.
After that conversation, though, he wasn't sure what to think, though. It's strange how it's become such a sore point. Since when was Niou different? More importantly, since when was Niou in any way the same?
It's something to think about. It's also when he finds himself standing before Niou's alleged door number that he realizes that he should have called beforehand, to ascertain if Niou was even still staying in the same room he remembered. It's been weeks. Knowing Niou, he might've switched it up for posterity's sake. Knowing Niou, it's equally likely that he kept it the same. Knowing Niou, he realizes that he doesn't know much about the other boy at all.
A hum, contemplative, and he reaches for the pokegear, dialing the familiar number.]
Where: Goldenrod!
When: Just after lunch, still a lazy afternoon
Summary: Creative usages of cat and rock.
Rating: PG-13, for Niou and Fuji being in the same log
Log:
[It's been a while since he's dumped the pokemon on his fellow tennis player. It's only reasonable that he would want to see how they're making nice, after all this time. Privately, he thinks it'll be a pleasant surprise if the Skitty has yet to be smeared across the floor like some exotic rug of the pink and white variety - but Niou did say that he liked cats. Then again, he's said a lot of things, and some of them might even be true.
After that conversation, though, he wasn't sure what to think, though. It's strange how it's become such a sore point. Since when was Niou different? More importantly, since when was Niou in any way the same?
It's something to think about. It's also when he finds himself standing before Niou's alleged door number that he realizes that he should have called beforehand, to ascertain if Niou was even still staying in the same room he remembered. It's been weeks. Knowing Niou, he might've switched it up for posterity's sake. Knowing Niou, it's equally likely that he kept it the same. Knowing Niou, he realizes that he doesn't know much about the other boy at all.
A hum, contemplative, and he reaches for the pokegear, dialing the familiar number.]