I know that parents aren't always the best for their children... [Even though that was a relatively rare occurrence in his peaceful world.] But if it was important to him, maybe that was his way of showing that he loved you.
[Kazuki simply let his statement settle, and didn't pry further. Where her father was now, why she spoke of him in the past tense... He didn't need to know. Some things were meant to stay personal.]
[Xylo the Kricketune bowed back, and lifted one of his claws to bend one of his antennae down rather like one would doff their hat. He then extended his other claw to make a sweeping gesture at the backyard; would Lute like a tour?]
He loved me. And I was fighting to get back home to him.
[ There's nothing happy in the statement; there's more than a hint of pain, and she doesn't like feelings things as intensely as she has been since she got back. She knows why, knows that she'd felt too estranged from time noting her age changed and nothing else had, that it made everything she'd been compartmentalising for the last seven months she'd been here was torn right back out.
So what is it that bothers her most? She's said it to Lute, in small snippets. She hasn't admitted it to anyone else, because the ones from home both do and don't understand, and saying she misses her father in front of a comrade she knows is dead feels cruel in a way she doesn't enjoy.
So she uses Kazuki as a soundboard, from a world so much more peaceful, where the arts are prized more than the art of conquest. ]
He's still alive, I know it, but at this point, I don't know that I'm going to be able to keep my promise.
[ She shifts to lean forward, pulling her hands into her lap, curling a cupped hand around her fist. ]
You know what the biggest joke is? I've basically been in a coma the last four years. I have two years left to find the only person in the whole ugly world who loves me, and I don't even know if I'll wake up in time to find him before I die from pre-existing conditions anyway.
[ A condition he made sure she was trained to get. One that he'd broken down over, apologising, afterward. I'm so sorry. She breathes in, a ring of constriction around her chest. ]
You're right. Parents aren't always the best for their children. [ Eren, where did your father go? Was he the one who helped make you who you are? ] And you love them anyway.
[ Lute looks back to her, waiting for her slight nod before he accepts the offer from Xylo. She needs space as much as she needs anything. And for the time being, he figures she needs human company, and it's rare enough to seek out someone that he'll take those steps out into the beauty of another home's cultivated gardens, knowing it does not break the one behind him.
So he falls in with Xylo, waiting and appreciative as they set off. ]
[Kazuki listened, and then was quiet as he tried to process what he had just heard. She loved her dad, and he most likely loved her. They were separated, for some reason, and she was trying to get back home to him. But... In a coma for four years? Dying from pre-existing conditions?]
What do you mean? Are you sick?
[For the first time since she got here, actual worry seeped into his tone. How could he be expected to react otherwise? Her father and her training were both in the past and far away, things that Kazuki could only understand so well, and address from a distance. But illness? That effected Annie now, and he couldn't help but be concerned about any acute, immediate suffering that might be happening here.]
I'd appreciate you not bringing it to the attention of anyone else from my... mudball of a world. I'd prefer they didn't know.
[ Which allows neatly for the two who do, without ever worrying the rest will learn, too. Belatedly, she remembers it's probably a good idea to address the worry she'd heard in his voice, seen in his demeanor. She's not dying here. None of them are. ]
Ah, Kazuki, I'm not dying here, from what I can tell. The... symptoms have subsided. They only flared up during that strange weekend.
Okay... I won't tell. [Kazuki didn't understand that all the people from her world weren't exactly friends, when they more or less acted like they were here. But he could definitely tell that Annie liked to keep her secrets, so he respected that. Maybe she just didn't want them to worry? At least she was telling him, so it wasn't something she absolutely felt like she had to hide.] So you think... You're cured, because you're in the Pokemon world?
[ It's quiet, and followed by an even quieter sigh. She knows she's cured, since all powers and linked messed are gone. But... ]
It's similar to the people who've died in their own dimensions being alive here. Something about this place just... ignores what should be true.
[ She watches the garden, the glimpse of Lute's white fur, the lovely spring nature of it all. She breathes in more deeply, feeling... still feeling far more than she likes, but also something like relief. Not of the weight of everything, but a shift in the weight of missing the chance to get home to get father. She breathes out, the same slow count, and examines Kazuki from the corner of her eye. She doesn't smile, not exactly, but she does tip her head just to the side. ]
This is about when a moderate encounter with alcohol sounds like a great plan.
[ she has her Mead if she wanted to be drunk, but she doesn't. she just wants... she doesn't know. a hangover and a shit night's sleep. the bounty provided by alcohol??? ]
Well, as long as you're alright. [Kazuki figured that if she were really so sick that she were in a coma, and only had a couple of years to live, he'd be able to see it somehow, so his concern softened back to the respectful distance it had taken before.] Oh, right! I actually, um, just a sec...
[He got up to stand, then held up one finger to show that he was only going to be a second as he dipped back into his house through the backdoor. And a minute later, he came back out with a tall bottle and two frosted glasses.]
I remembered you saying that, so I got this. [He sat back down, and set the bottle down between them.] It's a cider made from Aspear berries. Honestly, I don't really like beer, so I thought this might be good.
[And this was the only bottle he had. There was enough of it for them to get pleasantly drunk, but not totally sloshed. He may or may not have done this strategically. He didn't really drink much, so he was probably a sloppy drunk, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.]
[ She has no comment to being alright, but since she agreed on a purely physical level, and that's the only level that's mattered most her life, she simply stays silent. Easiest response for her in the world anyway.
Her eyebrow lifts at his just a sec, and it's only when he's coming back with a bottle that it slots in place what he'd graciously planned out. She'd figured on heading out to one of the drinking establishments in town, though this? Is much nicer. She's never enjoyed bars, for all the ones here are much nicer tended to and smell less like body odour and vomit. Also less like alcohol, but she figures they spill less and have less thrown around. One follows the other. ]
Beer seems to be an acquired taste.
[ Then again, she says that about any alcohol. She considers the bottle, considers making some kind of comment about drinking at his house, then decides it's not worth it. She would with Armin, to make him squirm; she would with Krieg, to make him laugh, if anything. Bertolt would be easier to tease for the sheer pointless nature of it; so would most the people here that she knows. Kazuki, she's not sure about how far she can push him or in what ways she can tease, and since deflection isn't called on, she doesn't make comment. ]
You like ciders?
[ Says she, who makes mead, though cider is an equally interesting concept. Not that she needs to throw her weight at making alcohol because she wasn't legally able to drink any of it, and not that she'd cared to in particular before, but pointless endeavours kept her sane, and the process had managed to be interesting.
She picks up the bottle, examining the label. ]
What about meads?
[ Drunk Annie, which has yet to happen, might go maudlin, might go... snuggly? Might be any kind of mess that she's not planning to learn about anytime soon. She's still idly checking the alcohol percentage: at the highest, it'll still be lower than strong mead. One of life's little joys. ]
Fermented food is a big thing where I'm from, but beer is just... kinda nasty. [Kazuki chuckled to himself a bit as he passed the bottle to her so she could examine it. As to how far he could be teased... It was a good decision on her part not to. Kazuki was an incredibly genuine, sincere person, and was almost complete incapable of teasing. He took it just as badly too. He'd really think she was flirting with him! Something else he's also terrible at!] I figured this would be more like juice, so... Yeah, I guess I like ciders. What's mead?
You're welcome. [He took the bottle back whenever she was done looking at it, and opened it with a hiss of carbonation. Then he poured some into their cold glasses. Annie's first, since she was his guest, and that was an important thing in cultural context.] I thought, if drinking was something you really wanted to do, doing it here would be best.
Mead's fermented from honey. Tends to be sweet, but not cloying. Misleadingly strong. I make mine with berries.
[ Here, in this world. She had no resources or reason back on her own world. When he explains his logic, she blinks, looking at him. ]
... Drinking alone with an attractive man is better than drinking at an establishment with a slew of unknown patrons?
[ She has an eyebrow raised, because this was in fact something friends did, or that people offered when sealing different kinds of deals. Annie did not, in general, drink with people, so aside from tastings with Thida or drinking with Krieg, it wasn't a more logical behaviour for her than anything else.
Which meant she was pointing out that there's more than one way to take his sentiment, and while she figures it's from a "then you don't have to watch how much you're drinking" point of view instead of an intimate or advantage taking one, she does find it silly. Not enough to refuse, or refuse to take the glass he's poured for her, but--ah, yes. ]
Or is the privacy more comfortable for you?
[ Is the answer she lands on, when he mentions not liking certain alcohols, and he likely hadn't drunk much before. Still. ]
Does make me less likely to be offended by handsy drunk idiots.
[ She would handle anyone who did touch her without invitation, which, at a bar, even here, could definitely happen. Drunk people made poor judgement calls. There'd be no lasting injury done, but people would be sore.
Kazuki is wise. Also possibly not thinking about any of that, but look: she doesn't know moms, has no mom friends, and would find the whole idea ludicrous. So instead he gets her logic versions of why here, alone, and not out in public, at places that cater to those needs. ]
[This could have turned into a pleasant conversation about her new and interesting hobby, but no. Annie had to take things elsewhere.]
N-no! [Kazuki began to stutter, and felt his throat dry up and his ears go hot at her suggestion that he was an attractive man and privacy might be more comfortable for him. Because, of course, that was not his intention at all. He was not a predator in any fashion. The very notion was absurd. Could you imagine Kazuki hunting down anything, let alone a woman?] I was thinking, more like... Well, you sounded-- or I mean, I felt like you were upset when you texted me, so I thought you wouldn't want to go out anywhere...!
[He also didn't want either of them to get drop dead drunk at some bar, far from where he lived. He didn't want to drag anyone-- Or more likely, have himself dragged home after blacking out or something equally embarrassing to do in public.]
[ He's an honest blusher, and she didn't think he really considered what his statement sounded like. He's a good person. She, well, isn't. Or at least doesn't consider herself as a good one, just decent these days.
She gives him the grace of her looking away, instead studying the bubbles on the inside of her glass. ]
Is that the only reason? [ she doubts it, but she's also the person who would doubt it. he's straightforward, kinder than most, but not absent of his own complicated thoughts. he's human. it's natural. ] All that thinking... yet not thinking to ask, too. Acting like that might give a girl the impression that you're interested.
[ She opts against the mild act she would put on if talking with Eren or Armin, no pressing her hand to her chest, no looking "pointedly" elsewhere. ]
[Kazuki was almost physically blown back by Annie's blunt statements. Critical hit! It's super effective! He leaned away from her a little, supported by the heel of his hand on the porch. The other rose up to try and cover his face somehow, so if it would hide his shame.]
I really... [Ugh, he struggled with attention like this so much. He hated it when girls started chasing him around school after he unwittingly became the star of a commercial for an MP3 player. He preferred how girls treated him before that-- With as much interest as one would have towards a particularly cute puppy. It was safe. It was easy. Not that Annie was chasing him, per se, but she was being incredibly straightforward with her intentions.] I swear, I just...
[But to say that he was totally, completely uninterested... Wouldn't that be sort of insulting? His mind strayed to their previous encounters. He thought about holding her hand and tracing Kanji in her palm.]
...That wasn't why I did any of this.
[There. In this exact moment, no, he hadn't meant to give the impression that he was interested in her. But it wasn't a concept that was impossible to believe either.]
[ Her eyebrows have quirked up again. Goodness, he's apparently embarrassed himself. She'd claim credit, but is belatedly understanding how her own words could be misconstrued. In his favour, she believes only incurable flirts would think to be interested in her, because they're about the only people blind enough to have no taste beyond "not hideous."
She has a particular expectation of the world in relation to herself, and it's not a flattering or self pitying one. Which in this case does work in his favour--for all if he'd been equally blunt back, she would have been amused at having inadvertently continued the miscommunication. ]
I didn't think it was. And I don't mind either way that you didn't ask what I wanted to do. People make worse presumptions.
[ She hopes that's more clear, since it's what the not minding either way was. She didn't care where they were drinking, and takes a swallow of cider, puzzling over the taste before deciding she likes it decently enough. ]
Here's to being awake.
[ And she holds up her glass towards him, in offering of a cheers and change in subject. ]
[Kazuki let out a sigh of relief, as he felt he had been let off the hook for the time being. No more talking about attraction. Back to other topics. He was able to remove his hand from his face and sit more or less upright again. He picked up his glass and raised it towards her as well.]
To the Pokemon world.
[Since that was what woke her up, and made her illness better, right? Plus, it was something he personally appreciated as well. He took a sip of the cider too, and found it far more palatable than beer. It tasted like pears, and had a slightly cool, crisp finish.]
[ To this oddball, but better than mudball, world. Annie decides pear tasting alcohol is decent enough, and while her general mood might have wanted something with more of a sour bite to it, this is good. Good enough she takes a long, gulping swallow after, kind of like how some people down ale, but not how one takes a shot.
After swallowing, she takes her glass away from her mouth, eyes it critically before proclaiming: ]
Good choice you made.
[ This is definitely much, much better than beer. She also settles into taking swallows over more polite sips, watching the pokemon in the garden, thinking about what drinking to this world really means to her. Drinking to a fantasy? An escape. A series of stolen moments in time.
Yeah. That's worth drinking to, even when it fixes nothing. This place isn't about fixing things. It's about having a chance to breathe for the people like her, and the ones from home, and all the others from messed up worlds. It's nice, and while she feels no better about what a mess waits back home, it does remind her there are things to appreciate here, amoung relative strangers. Like pear cider. Like gardens. (She has no idea how to garden, and not even really how to properly admire a garden, but she can note it's lovely, and that should matter.) Like... well, sunshine? No Walls? No wars? Yes. Those are good things. She can appreciate them all.
It does make her the quiet one again, living in her own head. She's not the best made for company in general. ]
Thanks. [Kazuki found the courage to take a more adventurous gulp too, and found that it didn't burn going down too much. The sort of alcohol that would be dangerous if he had gotten more than one bottle.] I know berries are supposed to be for Pokemon and all, but I like snacking on them too.
[The garden was pretty, but deceptively low maintenance-- Mostly berry bushes and wildflowers that needed little care. Puff and Azuma took care of pretty much everything on their own.]
[Kazuki liked the Pokemon world plenty, but he was one of a handful of transplants here that would have no problem with returning to his own world either. But after what he'd told Annie about it, she'd probably understand that.]
[Xylo was coming back around with Lute after he finished their tour. A soaking wet Furret burst out of some tall grasses, and shook herself out before she climbed up onto the porch and curled up all over herself like a length of rope.]
I've been taking care of a Lapras that lives out on the shore. [Kazuki explained without being asked.] Maestra goes out there to swim with him sometimes. Tonks doesn't like saltwater to get on his mane.
[ She's surprised, largely because while a handful can be used by people in various ways, most of them are just so... unfriendly to human systems. Kazuki, you oddball. (An oddball with a healthy world to return home to, whenever his time here is up.) ]
Tonks is your Primarina?
[ A little amusing that he avoids saltwater; she supposes he might prefer freshwater, in that case. Ackerman didn't appear to have a preference one way or another. She leans forward, holding out a hand to Lute as he rejoins them, welcoming the touch of his soft nose against her fingertips. He sniffs at the alcohol in her glass, shakes himself off, and wanders slowly closer to the coiled Furret.
She sorts through her own memories, pulling on Lapras, some concept that Armin is related to a group of Lapras, the cruise ship and the attending Lapras--both crisp memories and also ones dulled under the last week. ]
I know, I know. [He scratched the back of his head, slightly bashful. Nothing like the full-on embarrassment he just experienced a few minutes ago.] Some of them are pretty... Astringent, but the sweet ones aren't bad. Like Pechas, or Magos.
Oh yeah, Honky Tonk. Tonks is just for short. [And, well, while the name had been quite befitting of a Popplio, it wasn't as much for a Primarina. But Kazuki didn't have the heart to change it when Honky Tonk himself still seemed so proud of it.] He's a diva. He's always preening over himself... He really wants to win a contest.
[Maestra raised her head and perked her ears up when Lute approached. Oh, a guest! Where were her manners? She mewed at him in greeting.]
Yeah, that was him! Shimizu! He's doing really well these days. Armin said he looks great.
[ She won't pretend she didn't test about a fingernail's worth of the ones meant to be vaguely people safe, but nonewithstanding the fact she's sitting here drinking with him, the two used for drug purposes aren't appealing, and her tolerance for spice with heat is slowly growing. Pecha Berries? Yeah, please don't kill her yet. Her entire digestive system is used to far more bland, not spicy-hot foodstuffs... ]
What is he hoping to compete in?
[ C...cuteness? Annie, who has paid minimal attention to contests, genuinely doesn't know. Which she gets away with because none of her pokemon seem to care about contests either, outside of gym battles and taking on all challengers (wild or trainer provided) as they appear. ]
Ah, yes. Seems like the kind of thing he'd know. Doesn't he have his own group he's caretaking, or something like that?
[ Lute tips his head in a quiet greeting in return, breathing in the scent of saltwater on fur. He glances toward the sunny skies, then back to Maestra. Planning a daylight soaking to follow the ocean soaking? ]
We tried for Cute back when he was a Brionne, but he didn't place. Since Sticky won the Clever contest last February, he's been really fired up. He wants to go for Beauty now-- But the work he's been doing is a secret. I'm not allowed to tell a soul.
[Kazuki was still searching for a Z-ring and a Primarium Z stone to help him. Hopefully he'd find it before the next round of contests.]
Yeah, Armin has a pod of them. I think some of them are wild, and some of them were poaching victims, or were abused in some way. In comparison, Shimizu looks like a showpony. [He laughed a little.] But I'm glad I found him when he was beached, and not someone who would take advantage of him somehow.
[Yes, her fur was very thick and needed thorough drying. But it was worth it to play with the young Lapras for awhile.]
[ She takes another sip of alcohol instead of finding words to encompass "I don't get it, personally, but I understand why secrecy feels important." She's the last person to say one shouldn't keep important things secret for as long as possible... even if those things are how one's preparing to win a contest.
She's very glad this is not a concern she presently has to handle. Enough so she takes another sip, locking her foot behind her ankle. ]
Presumably everyone needs a place to belong. However damaged or undamaged they are. [ Showpony Lapras is as valid as Traumatised Lapras; but she's not sure how Armin ended up with that kind of calling, and also knows she won't ask. ] He seems happy with you.
[ Lute makes a small huffing agreement, before asking if she minds him joining. He wants to linger closer to where Annie is, though she's far more restive, less twitchy, than when she arrived. ]
[Thankfully, Kazuki was a performer himself, so he was uniquely qualified to raise Pokemon to win contests. He also enjoyed it immensely, far more than the very few battles he had under his belt. Everyone was happy!]
Presumably? Of course they do! [Armin inherited his Lapras from a sort of Zoologist named Newt. Kazuki only knew that on a surface level, though, and wasn't aware of how fond Armin was of him.] The world would be a sad, cold place if you didn't have a place to belong. Everyone needs some kind of home to return to. Or at least, everyone deserves it.
[He acknowledged that it was a bit of a privileged mindset to think everyone had such a place, but every human being certainly did deserve one.]
[And of course, Lute could take a load off where-ever he liked. Maestra was a Pokemon with little to no personal bubble.]
[ She half smiles, little more than a pulling up of her lips at the right corner. It's nice hearing people talk about things they believe in, and Kazuki clearly believes what he says.
The kinds of places that can have people who say this with sincerity, and have a world that tries to reflect that sentiment sincerely, is a beautiful thing. Even to her. They all had a home, somewhere, carried in their heart or otherwise. ]
Yes, it is. [ A sad, cold place. She says this as she sets down her glass, and stretches her arms overhead. Lute leaps up to settle near Maestra, watching Annie from the corner of his eye. ] Nice to know it can be considered a given in some dimensions.
[ ................................ okay so she sucks at positive conversations ]
I wouldn't call it a given in my world exactly, but... Definitely more likely than others, from what I've heard.
[Kazuki was cheered by Annie's body language opening up a little, and finished his first glass of cider with the kind of enthusiasm one should really show when drinking.]
Didn't I promise a performance too? Or did you really just want to drink?
[Maestra shuffled her coiled-up body to at least get a little body heat out of the arrangement. Not too invasive, but still being cuddly.]
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Date: 2019-05-16 12:50 am (UTC)[Kazuki simply let his statement settle, and didn't pry further. Where her father was now, why she spoke of him in the past tense... He didn't need to know. Some things were meant to stay personal.]
[Xylo the Kricketune bowed back, and lifted one of his claws to bend one of his antennae down rather like one would doff their hat. He then extended his other claw to make a sweeping gesture at the backyard; would Lute like a tour?]
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Date: 2019-05-16 01:36 am (UTC)[ There's nothing happy in the statement; there's more than a hint of pain, and she doesn't like feelings things as intensely as she has been since she got back. She knows why, knows that she'd felt too estranged from time noting her age changed and nothing else had, that it made everything she'd been compartmentalising for the last seven months she'd been here was torn right back out.
So what is it that bothers her most? She's said it to Lute, in small snippets. She hasn't admitted it to anyone else, because the ones from home both do and don't understand, and saying she misses her father in front of a comrade she knows is dead feels cruel in a way she doesn't enjoy.
So she uses Kazuki as a soundboard, from a world so much more peaceful, where the arts are prized more than the art of conquest. ]
He's still alive, I know it, but at this point, I don't know that I'm going to be able to keep my promise.
[ She shifts to lean forward, pulling her hands into her lap, curling a cupped hand around her fist. ]
You know what the biggest joke is? I've basically been in a coma the last four years. I have two years left to find the only person in the whole ugly world who loves me, and I don't even know if I'll wake up in time to find him before I die from pre-existing conditions anyway.
[ A condition he made sure she was trained to get. One that he'd broken down over, apologising, afterward. I'm so sorry. She breathes in, a ring of constriction around her chest. ]
You're right. Parents aren't always the best for their children. [ Eren, where did your father go? Was he the one who helped make you who you are? ] And you love them anyway.
[ Lute looks back to her, waiting for her slight nod before he accepts the offer from Xylo. She needs space as much as she needs anything. And for the time being, he figures she needs human company, and it's rare enough to seek out someone that he'll take those steps out into the beauty of another home's cultivated gardens, knowing it does not break the one behind him.
So he falls in with Xylo, waiting and appreciative as they set off. ]
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Date: 2019-05-16 02:12 am (UTC)What do you mean? Are you sick?
[For the first time since she got here, actual worry seeped into his tone. How could he be expected to react otherwise? Her father and her training were both in the past and far away, things that Kazuki could only understand so well, and address from a distance. But illness? That effected Annie now, and he couldn't help but be concerned about any acute, immediate suffering that might be happening here.]
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Date: 2019-05-16 03:08 am (UTC)[ It's analagous enough. ]
I'd appreciate you not bringing it to the attention of anyone else from my... mudball of a world. I'd prefer they didn't know.
[ Which allows neatly for the two who do, without ever worrying the rest will learn, too. Belatedly, she remembers it's probably a good idea to address the worry she'd heard in his voice, seen in his demeanor. She's not dying here. None of them are. ]
Ah, Kazuki, I'm not dying here, from what I can tell. The... symptoms have subsided. They only flared up during that strange weekend.
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Date: 2019-05-16 03:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-16 03:23 am (UTC)[ It's quiet, and followed by an even quieter sigh. She knows she's cured, since all powers and linked messed are gone. But... ]
It's similar to the people who've died in their own dimensions being alive here. Something about this place just... ignores what should be true.
[ She watches the garden, the glimpse of Lute's white fur, the lovely spring nature of it all. She breathes in more deeply, feeling... still feeling far more than she likes, but also something like relief. Not of the weight of everything, but a shift in the weight of missing the chance to get home to get father. She breathes out, the same slow count, and examines Kazuki from the corner of her eye. She doesn't smile, not exactly, but she does tip her head just to the side. ]
This is about when a moderate encounter with alcohol sounds like a great plan.
[ she has her Mead if she wanted to be drunk, but she doesn't. she just wants... she doesn't know. a hangover and a shit night's sleep. the bounty provided by alcohol??? ]
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Date: 2019-05-16 03:49 am (UTC)[He got up to stand, then held up one finger to show that he was only going to be a second as he dipped back into his house through the backdoor. And a minute later, he came back out with a tall bottle and two frosted glasses.]
I remembered you saying that, so I got this. [He sat back down, and set the bottle down between them.] It's a cider made from Aspear berries. Honestly, I don't really like beer, so I thought this might be good.
[And this was the only bottle he had. There was enough of it for them to get pleasantly drunk, but not totally sloshed. He may or may not have done this strategically. He didn't really drink much, so he was probably a sloppy drunk, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.]
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Date: 2019-05-17 03:30 am (UTC)Her eyebrow lifts at his just a sec, and it's only when he's coming back with a bottle that it slots in place what he'd graciously planned out. She'd figured on heading out to one of the drinking establishments in town, though this? Is much nicer. She's never enjoyed bars, for all the ones here are much nicer tended to and smell less like body odour and vomit. Also less like alcohol, but she figures they spill less and have less thrown around. One follows the other. ]
Beer seems to be an acquired taste.
[ Then again, she says that about any alcohol. She considers the bottle, considers making some kind of comment about drinking at his house, then decides it's not worth it. She would with Armin, to make him squirm; she would with Krieg, to make him laugh, if anything. Bertolt would be easier to tease for the sheer pointless nature of it; so would most the people here that she knows. Kazuki, she's not sure about how far she can push him or in what ways she can tease, and since deflection isn't called on, she doesn't make comment. ]
You like ciders?
[ Says she, who makes mead, though cider is an equally interesting concept. Not that she needs to throw her weight at making alcohol because she wasn't legally able to drink any of it, and not that she'd cared to in particular before, but pointless endeavours kept her sane, and the process had managed to be interesting.
She picks up the bottle, examining the label. ]
What about meads?
[ Drunk Annie, which has yet to happen, might go maudlin, might go... snuggly? Might be any kind of mess that she's not planning to learn about anytime soon. She's still idly checking the alcohol percentage: at the highest, it'll still be lower than strong mead. One of life's little joys. ]
Thank you. For the thought.
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Date: 2019-05-17 03:52 am (UTC)You're welcome. [He took the bottle back whenever she was done looking at it, and opened it with a hiss of carbonation. Then he poured some into their cold glasses. Annie's first, since she was his guest, and that was an important thing in cultural context.] I thought, if drinking was something you really wanted to do, doing it here would be best.
[You're such a mom, Kazuki.]
i'm so sorry kazuki
Date: 2019-05-17 04:08 am (UTC)[ Here, in this world. She had no resources or reason back on her own world. When he explains his logic, she blinks, looking at him. ]
... Drinking alone with an attractive man is better than drinking at an establishment with a slew of unknown patrons?
[ She has an eyebrow raised, because this was in fact something friends did, or that people offered when sealing different kinds of deals. Annie did not, in general, drink with people, so aside from tastings with Thida or drinking with Krieg, it wasn't a more logical behaviour for her than anything else.
Which meant she was pointing out that there's more than one way to take his sentiment, and while she figures it's from a "then you don't have to watch how much you're drinking" point of view instead of an intimate or advantage taking one, she does find it silly. Not enough to refuse, or refuse to take the glass he's poured for her, but--ah, yes. ]
Or is the privacy more comfortable for you?
[ Is the answer she lands on, when he mentions not liking certain alcohols, and he likely hadn't drunk much before. Still. ]
Does make me less likely to be offended by handsy drunk idiots.
[ She would handle anyone who did touch her without invitation, which, at a bar, even here, could definitely happen. Drunk people made poor judgement calls. There'd be no lasting injury done, but people would be sore.
Kazuki is wise. Also possibly not thinking about any of that, but look: she doesn't know moms, has no mom friends, and would find the whole idea ludicrous. So instead he gets her logic versions of why here, alone, and not out in public, at places that cater to those needs. ]
it's okay, he deserves it
Date: 2019-05-17 04:24 am (UTC)N-no! [Kazuki began to stutter, and felt his throat dry up and his ears go hot at her suggestion that he was an attractive man and privacy might be more comfortable for him. Because, of course, that was not his intention at all. He was not a predator in any fashion. The very notion was absurd. Could you imagine Kazuki hunting down anything, let alone a woman?] I was thinking, more like... Well, you sounded-- or I mean, I felt like you were upset when you texted me, so I thought you wouldn't want to go out anywhere...!
[He also didn't want either of them to get drop dead drunk at some bar, far from where he lived. He didn't want to drag anyone-- Or more likely, have himself dragged home after blacking out or something equally embarrassing to do in public.]
when kind intentions bite back
Date: 2019-05-17 04:45 am (UTC)She gives him the grace of her looking away, instead studying the bubbles on the inside of her glass. ]
Is that the only reason? [ she doubts it, but she's also the person who would doubt it. he's straightforward, kinder than most, but not absent of his own complicated thoughts. he's human. it's natural. ] All that thinking... yet not thinking to ask, too. Acting like that might give a girl the impression that you're interested.
[ She opts against the mild act she would put on if talking with Eren or Armin, no pressing her hand to her chest, no looking "pointedly" elsewhere. ]
I don't mind either way.
his life
Date: 2019-05-17 05:06 am (UTC)I really... [Ugh, he struggled with attention like this so much. He hated it when girls started chasing him around school after he unwittingly became the star of a commercial for an MP3 player. He preferred how girls treated him before that-- With as much interest as one would have towards a particularly cute puppy. It was safe. It was easy. Not that Annie was chasing him, per se, but she was being incredibly straightforward with her intentions.] I swear, I just...
[But to say that he was totally, completely uninterested... Wouldn't that be sort of insulting? His mind strayed to their previous encounters. He thought about holding her hand and tracing Kanji in her palm.]
...That wasn't why I did any of this.
[There. In this exact moment, no, he hadn't meant to give the impression that he was interested in her. But it wasn't a concept that was impossible to believe either.]
ruffles his hair
Date: 2019-05-17 05:20 am (UTC)She has a particular expectation of the world in relation to herself, and it's not a flattering or self pitying one. Which in this case does work in his favour--for all if he'd been equally blunt back, she would have been amused at having inadvertently continued the miscommunication. ]
I didn't think it was. And I don't mind either way that you didn't ask what I wanted to do. People make worse presumptions.
[ She hopes that's more clear, since it's what the not minding either way was. She didn't care where they were drinking, and takes a swallow of cider, puzzling over the taste before deciding she likes it decently enough. ]
Here's to being awake.
[ And she holds up her glass towards him, in offering of a cheers and change in subject. ]
Hey, I ship it in the correct circumstances
Date: 2019-05-17 09:29 pm (UTC)To the Pokemon world.
[Since that was what woke her up, and made her illness better, right? Plus, it was something he personally appreciated as well. He took a sip of the cider too, and found it far more palatable than beer. It tasted like pears, and had a slightly cool, crisp finish.]
would that include "in a better adjusted world" because really XD
Date: 2019-05-17 09:44 pm (UTC)After swallowing, she takes her glass away from her mouth, eyes it critically before proclaiming: ]
Good choice you made.
[ This is definitely much, much better than beer. She also settles into taking swallows over more polite sips, watching the pokemon in the garden, thinking about what drinking to this world really means to her. Drinking to a fantasy? An escape. A series of stolen moments in time.
Yeah. That's worth drinking to, even when it fixes nothing. This place isn't about fixing things. It's about having a chance to breathe for the people like her, and the ones from home, and all the others from messed up worlds. It's nice, and while she feels no better about what a mess waits back home, it does remind her there are things to appreciate here, amoung relative strangers. Like pear cider. Like gardens. (She has no idea how to garden, and not even really how to properly admire a garden, but she can note it's lovely, and that should matter.) Like... well, sunshine? No Walls? No wars? Yes. Those are good things. She can appreciate them all.
It does make her the quiet one again, living in her own head. She's not the best made for company in general. ]
yeah, Kazuki's parts are all screwed in right, but I dunno if Annie's ever will be lol
Date: 2019-05-17 10:01 pm (UTC)[The garden was pretty, but deceptively low maintenance-- Mostly berry bushes and wildflowers that needed little care. Puff and Azuma took care of pretty much everything on their own.]
[Kazuki liked the Pokemon world plenty, but he was one of a handful of transplants here that would have no problem with returning to his own world either. But after what he'd told Annie about it, she'd probably understand that.]
[Xylo was coming back around with Lute after he finished their tour. A soaking wet Furret burst out of some tall grasses, and shook herself out before she climbed up onto the porch and curled up all over herself like a length of rope.]
I've been taking care of a Lapras that lives out on the shore. [Kazuki explained without being asked.] Maestra goes out there to swim with him sometimes. Tonks doesn't like saltwater to get on his mane.
you only get "high functioning former child soldier" which is pretty patchwork, so... nope
Date: 2019-05-17 10:15 pm (UTC)[ She's surprised, largely because while a handful can be used by people in various ways, most of them are just so... unfriendly to human systems. Kazuki, you oddball. (An oddball with a healthy world to return home to, whenever his time here is up.) ]
Tonks is your Primarina?
[ A little amusing that he avoids saltwater; she supposes he might prefer freshwater, in that case. Ackerman didn't appear to have a preference one way or another. She leans forward, holding out a hand to Lute as he rejoins them, welcoming the touch of his soft nose against her fingertips. He sniffs at the alcohol in her glass, shakes himself off, and wanders slowly closer to the coiled Furret.
She sorts through her own memories, pulling on Lapras, some concept that Armin is related to a group of Lapras, the cruise ship and the attending Lapras--both crisp memories and also ones dulled under the last week. ]
The same Lapras you were playing for on the ship?
definitely needs work. Kazuki's company is only temporarily theraputic, not clinical XD
Date: 2019-05-17 10:31 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, Honky Tonk. Tonks is just for short. [And, well, while the name had been quite befitting of a Popplio, it wasn't as much for a Primarina. But Kazuki didn't have the heart to change it when Honky Tonk himself still seemed so proud of it.] He's a diva. He's always preening over himself... He really wants to win a contest.
[Maestra raised her head and perked her ears up when Lute approached. Oh, a guest! Where were her manners? She mewed at him in greeting.]
Yeah, that was him! Shimizu! He's doing really well these days. Armin said he looks great.
what every dw rp game has lacked: qualified therapists (dr. jonathan crane never counts XD)
Date: 2019-05-17 10:46 pm (UTC)[ She won't pretend she didn't test about a fingernail's worth of the ones meant to be vaguely people safe, but nonewithstanding the fact she's sitting here drinking with him, the two used for drug purposes aren't appealing, and her tolerance for spice with heat is slowly growing. Pecha Berries? Yeah, please don't kill her yet. Her entire digestive system is used to far more bland, not spicy-hot foodstuffs... ]
What is he hoping to compete in?
[ C...cuteness? Annie, who has paid minimal attention to contests, genuinely doesn't know. Which she gets away with because none of her pokemon seem to care about contests either, outside of gym battles and taking on all challengers (wild or trainer provided) as they appear. ]
Ah, yes. Seems like the kind of thing he'd know. Doesn't he have his own group he's caretaking, or something like that?
[ Lute tips his head in a quiet greeting in return, breathing in the scent of saltwater on fur. He glances toward the sunny skies, then back to Maestra. Planning a daylight soaking to follow the ocean soaking? ]
still a cute thought tho' if you ever feel like a psl or something
Date: 2019-05-17 11:03 pm (UTC)[Kazuki was still searching for a Z-ring and a Primarium Z stone to help him. Hopefully he'd find it before the next round of contests.]
Yeah, Armin has a pod of them. I think some of them are wild, and some of them were poaching victims, or were abused in some way. In comparison, Shimizu looks like a showpony. [He laughed a little.] But I'm glad I found him when he was beached, and not someone who would take advantage of him somehow.
[Yes, her fur was very thick and needed thorough drying. But it was worth it to play with the young Lapras for awhile.]
oh certainly, that'd be fun!
Date: 2019-05-17 11:40 pm (UTC)She's very glad this is not a concern she presently has to handle. Enough so she takes another sip, locking her foot behind her ankle. ]
Presumably everyone needs a place to belong. However damaged or undamaged they are. [ Showpony Lapras is as valid as Traumatised Lapras; but she's not sure how Armin ended up with that kind of calling, and also knows she won't ask. ] He seems happy with you.
[ Lute makes a small huffing agreement, before asking if she minds him joining. He wants to linger closer to where Annie is, though she's far more restive, less twitchy, than when she arrived. ]
themodestotter #7416 on discord, hit me up!
Date: 2019-05-18 12:00 am (UTC)Presumably? Of course they do! [Armin inherited his Lapras from a sort of Zoologist named Newt. Kazuki only knew that on a surface level, though, and wasn't aware of how fond Armin was of him.] The world would be a sad, cold place if you didn't have a place to belong. Everyone needs some kind of home to return to. Or at least, everyone deserves it.
[He acknowledged that it was a bit of a privileged mindset to think everyone had such a place, but every human being certainly did deserve one.]
[And of course, Lute could take a load off where-ever he liked. Maestra was a Pokemon with little to no personal bubble.]
gotcha
Date: 2019-05-18 01:03 am (UTC)The kinds of places that can have people who say this with sincerity, and have a world that tries to reflect that sentiment sincerely, is a beautiful thing. Even to her. They all had a home, somewhere, carried in their heart or otherwise. ]
Yes, it is. [ A sad, cold place. She says this as she sets down her glass, and stretches her arms overhead. Lute leaps up to settle near Maestra, watching Annie from the corner of his eye. ] Nice to know it can be considered a given in some dimensions.
[ ................................ okay so she sucks at positive conversations ]
also, unbelievably, absol and furret are in the same egg group
Date: 2019-05-19 02:31 am (UTC)[Kazuki was cheered by Annie's body language opening up a little, and finished his first glass of cider with the kind of enthusiasm one should really show when drinking.]
Didn't I promise a performance too? Or did you really just want to drink?
[Maestra shuffled her coiled-up body to at least get a little body heat out of the arrangement. Not too invasive, but still being cuddly.]
cracks up, the things which end up being in egg groups crack me up, i love it
From:"field" is like, the biggest egg group. how absol fits into it I have no idea
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