log. +goldenrod, Fuji and Niou

[reimprovise]

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
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[futariniousama]

[ Catskin rugs aren't even funny.

Niou's lounging on his bed in the same room from before, browsing the network and idly stroking the Skitty curled up on his stomach. It's not hard to imagine that they're both purring; Niou looks positively serene, if slightly bored.

He's all for team loyalty, but his enthusiasm for Rocket business has waned with the lack of direction from the higher-ups. Combined with his captain's presence, it's enough to make him restless, ready to ditch Goldenrod and screw whatever further plans the Rocket admins might have in store. He's got better leaders to follow, in his opinion.

But there are others to consider - Fuji and his newly-acquired crew catching up again, and now even more people from their world having arrived - so for now, he'll stay. Yukimura hasn't shown any overt signs of restlessness, so Niou's resigned himself to being stuck here.

His Pokégear bleeps at him, a welcome distraction from his own idle thoughts, and he switches over to take the call. ]

Yeah?

[reimprovise]

[As he waits for the line to connect, his gaze trails across the tacky wall-paper extending from wall to wall. Goldenrod, just like the city, just like its namesake. He idly pushes at the wall with a finger, the scratchy texture something of a disappointment. Something so yellow should at least be soft, if not warm to the touch. It reminds him a little of the Rikkai uniforms -- and he really feels no guilt in attaching the word 'tacky' to it. Yellow isn't his color--

It is, however, the color of the voice that picks up after the dial tone. He has to pause for a moment, pursing his lips, remembering his train of thought. Then, chuckling, he responds, eyes tilting upwards to stare absently at the ceiling.]

Ah, so you live. I'm not interrupting a hot date, am I?

[futariniousama]

[ Niou grins a little at Fuji's voice, or his remark, whichever. He doesn't take the time to think about it. If he did, he'd wonder when that supposed 'genius' from Seigaku learned how to make him smile. Then he'd think about that, and that wasn't something he'd even let himself consider yet.

Instead, he glances down at the Pokémon asleep on him, scratches her behind the ears and answers, ] Only the hottest date. This better be important.

[reimprovise]

[He blinks twice -- really, that answer could mean any number of things. His eyes dart to the door, again, thoughtful.]

Sounds beautiful. Think you're up for some room service with that?

[futariniousama]

[ Niou glances toward the door, himself, suddenly curious. There's an even chance that Fuji could be right outside. ]

What, you lookin' for a threesome? I dunno if she'd be up for that....

[reimprovise]

[... admittedly, knocking right now would have the intended effect. Provided that it's the right room, of course -- and that's where the caution outweighs the interest.]

Put in a good word or two for me?

[futariniousama]

[ Niou looks down at Larissa, as if pondering. ]

My friend says he wants to join us.

[ Larissa lifts her head and yawns hugely, then lays it back down. She clearly couldn't possibly be less concerned. Niou chuckles. ]

I guess she doesn't care. You comin' in, then?

[ Safe to assume Fuji is right outside, or at least to act like he ought to be. That puts Fuji in an awkward position, which is preferable to Niou being in one. ]

[reimprovise]

[Which, in turn, sends gears spinning as Fuji considers this. He's willing to call bluff, at this point -- however, there is always a chance that Niou does know where he is. On the other hand, it would be a boon; it'd mean that this is the right door, and he isn't standing outside someone else's hotel room awkwardly while holding a conversation about alleged threesomes.

He hums.]

Tempting. Same room as before, or did you hightail it off to somewhere nice and risqué with your sweetheart?

[futariniousama]

[ It's a tiny victory, forcing Fuji to ask - it only occurs to Niou afterward that he might not have been sure. His grin returns, his eyes back on the door. He must be right outside. ]

Didn't go anywhere. I'm not legally allowed to change residence without informin' the authorities.

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[Asking does leave somewhat of a bad aftertaste behind. Absently, he plucks out a bobbypin -- his hair really is getting unruly -- and crouches so that he's eye-level with the doorknob.]

Oh? And since when have the legalities of anything stopped you from changing things up?

[futariniousama]

Only since Yukimura's watchin'. Gotta be a little more careful, you know, when Daddy's around.

[ He considers going to open the door, just to see what Fuji's doing, but instead, he releases his Ditto. Sugar promptly takes on the form of a Skitty, leaving Niou with a purple cat as well as a pink one.

That wasn't precisely what he had in mind, but he supposes it'll do. ]

[reimprovise]

It's only fun and games when it's on the court, isn't that right? Or maybe it's the other way around. [A thoughtful chuckle.] But either way, I'm not sure what you mean. Your captain -- [Ah, the resounding click. He absently shoves the bobbypin back into his hair, and uses his free hand to jam the off button. Twisting the doorknob and pushing in, he finishes, nonchalantly--] is a very fascinating person.

[He raises a brow, however, when he surveys the scene.] You didn't say anything about a foursome.

[futariniousama]

It's a recent development. [ He snaps his 'Gear shut and tosses it aside, but a long tendril emerges from Skitto's side and snatches it back. Positioning the 'Gear in front of itself, Sugar examines it.

Niou doesn't seem to mind; he folds his hands behind his head and grins at Fuji, fairly warmly. ]

So, what, you just missed my good looks and charm?

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In my defense, I've spent the past week and a half staring into Atobe's open mouth. You really can't blame me for want of a change of scenery.

[A bit wry as he picks himself across the floor, eying cautiously the cat curled up on Niou's chest.]

[futariniousama]

Not a fan of Atobe's good looks and charm?

[ Niou cocks an eyebrow. Truthfully, he doesn't think Atobe's all that hard on the eyes, even if he's not really Niou's type. He'd be a bit surprised if Fuji wasn't in the least attracted to Atobe, all things considered. ]

[reimprovise]

[Niou's train of thought isn't terribly hard to follow, really. He echoes that look with a raised brow of his own.] Sure, if I find good dental work attractive. I didn't think he was your type, though -- bit loud and lacking in the glasses department, isn't he?