OH GOD, HOW DO I DO THIS?!
Who: Kanji and Naoto
Where: The pokemon center and, eventually, a restaurant in Violet City
When: October 19th, late afternoon
Summary: Kanji and Naoto's first date! Be prepared for awkward flailing and oh so much blushing!
Rating: PG-13, Kanji swears like a sailor
Log:
Kanji has been camped out in the pokemon center’s men’s room for roughly 20 minutes now. No, he’s not sick. He’s spent that entire time staring at himself in the mirror and trying not to panic. Jessica is seated on his shoulder and has taken to carefully adjusting her trainer’s hair. Marilyn has taken Kanji’s hand, which is almost as big as she is, and is patting it reassuringly. Katie and Thomas are currently in their pokeballs.
“Alright, Kanji, you can do this. Sh-she already said yes, she won’t turn ya down last second. R-right? Y-yeah! ‘course she won’t! You’re being fuckin’ stupid…” Deep breaths, Kanji, deep breaths. It won’t do to have a panic attack right before inviting Naoto out to dinner with you. Marilyn makes a comforting little noise and gives her trainer a concerned look.
“O-okay guys! Y-you should probably get back in yer pokeballs.” The flashes of light reflect off the mirror, and then Kanji is alone in the bathroom. More deep breaths, and then he finally gets up the courage to step out of the bathroom and start his search for Naoto.
Where: The pokemon center and, eventually, a restaurant in Violet City
When: October 19th, late afternoon
Summary: Kanji and Naoto's first date! Be prepared for awkward flailing and oh so much blushing!
Rating: PG-13, Kanji swears like a sailor
Log:
Kanji has been camped out in the pokemon center’s men’s room for roughly 20 minutes now. No, he’s not sick. He’s spent that entire time staring at himself in the mirror and trying not to panic. Jessica is seated on his shoulder and has taken to carefully adjusting her trainer’s hair. Marilyn has taken Kanji’s hand, which is almost as big as she is, and is patting it reassuringly. Katie and Thomas are currently in their pokeballs.
“Alright, Kanji, you can do this. Sh-she already said yes, she won’t turn ya down last second. R-right? Y-yeah! ‘course she won’t! You’re being fuckin’ stupid…” Deep breaths, Kanji, deep breaths. It won’t do to have a panic attack right before inviting Naoto out to dinner with you. Marilyn makes a comforting little noise and gives her trainer a concerned look.
“O-okay guys! Y-you should probably get back in yer pokeballs.” The flashes of light reflect off the mirror, and then Kanji is alone in the bathroom. More deep breaths, and then he finally gets up the courage to step out of the bathroom and start his search for Naoto.