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
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?