latiosite: (hey it's your pokewaifu.)
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 ([personal profile] latiosite) wrote in [personal profile] ulaulakahuna 2018-10-08 08:35 pm (UTC)

only because you're the best at it!!

[ She's more aware of herself than him right now, so it doesn't factor in that he might be more intimately aware of his own actions in the same manner. She's still unable to be anything but bright, particularly since her evening was, perhaps, not nearly as eventful as his. Although there had been reasons that unnerved her and crept into into her thoughts every so often -- not the exact accusations -- she's content otherwise and it won't spoil their evening.

What she has to silence aren't exactly what was said by Guzma, but in a similar vein. He had looked particularly handsome tonight and while she'd have said that to nearly any man who indeed looked so as a compliment... there was so much more behind it.
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Then shouldn't you? If you're tired, don't stay awake on my account. [ She doesn't repeat herself on how his evening differed from hers. Her eyes follow him to a chair and though she wanted him to take care of himself she can't help but feel that guilty Togedemaru quill-prick of elation that he's choosing to spend more time with her. It feels special. ] I hope you know I won't wake you if you drift off.

[ But he can probably catch the little smile as she dips off toward the kitchen and releases her pokemon from their Ultra Balls since she'd been carrying them with her. Lucario, Salamence, Weavile, and Mismagius take off in different directions and Raikou sticks to her side seemingly aware of the tension from earlier despite only having been out and about for Archie's company (of which he wasn't terribly fond; too noisy). After pulling out two glasses from a cabinet, she stops to press her cheek to his head and tell him to go relax. After some hesitation, she assumes he's padding off for the company of Persian or Absol.

The drinks are nothing special, though she's never really seen Nanu as a wine person. It's a sweet dessert white she'd picked up in Verens after being recommended it alongside a more bitter Beaujolais that she favored (perhaps they'd break into that, too?) and she was told that they made the white "sparkling" with emotion. The fizzy bubbles might be just what they need right about now. Between the two glasses it is nearly empty so she leaves it on the counter top for any refills. Each in hand, delicately, she shuffles back to the living area and holds out a glass to him.

Silently, she's a little disappointed she can't sit beside him. It's a stronger desire than previously and it gives her a little tickle that she's come to a point where she's not even ashamed to admit it to herself.

She sits across from him, gently lifting the length of her dress while settling in after he takes his glass from her. She normally kept her shoes on, but she lifts her heel out from each and pries them from one foot than the other with the tip of the opposite one then pushes them to the side with a nudge.
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It's really been quite a night, hasn't it? I'm glad I was able to spend most of it with you, but I think you know that already. We so rarely have had time together that hasn't been about work so it's... nice. [ She holds the glass with care, twisting it in her fingers. ] There's supposed to be an emotional effect with this, some kind of contentedness and relaxation. When I inquired I was told it would take several full bottles for it to make a grand, noticeable difference so I think we'll be safe.

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