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?

[futariniousama]

I happen to find good dental work attractive. [ He chuckles. ] More importantly, I'm wonderin' if you're not the only one who seems to think my type is 'Yagyuu.'

[reimprovise]

Worried that Atobe thinks the same, hm? Because I'm sure I wouldn't mind helping to clarify for him that your type is actually loud, obnoxious and with good dental work.

I'm sure he'll be terribly reassured that you have such refined tastes.

[futariniousama]

[ He actually laughs a little. ]

Hey, are you lookin' for a fight? I'm just tryin' to figure out when we got so exclusive that people thought they could sum up my type with his name, is all.

[reimprovise]

Mm, well, I certainly can't think up any other fitting names off the top of my head. How would you sum up your type, then?

[futariniousama]

I am a complex and inexplicable individual. My tastes cannot be so simply summarized. [ He enunciates each word perfectly clearly, no truncating, no drawl. ]

But I can tell you Atobe doesn't fit the criteria, good dental work or no.

[reimprovise]

[He actually looks a tad relieved at that, moving to fish something out of his pocket.] Oh, good. I was hoping that you'd say that. Because you know, there are some things that even a screwdriver to the head can't fix.

Catch. [With that, he tosses the small, gray and pock-marked piece of rock in Niou's direction. The moonstone is slightly warm to the touch from being in his pocket all day.]

[futariniousama]

[ Niou chuckles, himself, and glances Fuji's way just in time to catch the stone before it lands on the cats. He turns it over in his hands, examining it.

It's not immediately recognizable, even if it is familiar - he has the feeling that he at least knows the nature of the thing, even if he doesn't know its name. ]

What, you brought me a present?

[reimprovise]

Thought Larissa would have a better timing fending for herself in a strange new world if she were just a tad larger. [But he's eying the duo meaningfully, if still a bit cautiously. And if he were perfectly honest with himself, a little enviously, too. Cats have never gotten along with him that way, and Larissa really isn't any exception.]

Though really, the two of you look perfectly cozy.

[futariniousama]

[ An evolutionary stone, then. It's exactly what he expected, though he can't place which one works on the cat currently in his lap.

Briefly, he contemplates touching the stone to the Ditto, instead. ]

Cozy is the word. What do you figure'll happen if I use it on the Ditto?

[reimprovise]

[He blinks, twice, and crouches.]

Who knows -- knowing your Ditto, anything's in the realm of possibility.

But if it whips out a knife, I'm holding you accountable.

[futariniousama]

[ Niou glances at Fuji, then back at his Ditto. With no sign of objection imminent, he places the stone on the Ditto's back.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, with a wet sucking sound, the stone disappears into the Ditto. ]

... Whoops.

[reimprovise]

[He blinks once, twice, then snorts.]

I'd hate to see what that indigestion would look like.

[futariniousama]

[ With a little snort, himself, Niou plunges a hand unceremoniously into the mass of the bright purple cat. It seems unperturbed, and he fishes out the moon stone as his reward. Neither his hand nor the stone seem worse for the wear.

He holds it out in Fuji's direction. ]

You wanna do the honours?

[reimprovise]

[Fuji takes a second to shoot a glance over at the marginally less purple cat, before moving away from the proffered stone. He wanders over to a chair by the bed and climbs on, rather than sits -- crouching and pulling his knees up to his chest.

Propping his cheek against his knee, he hums, contemplative.]

Mm, I'd hate to steal the limelight. Besides, I think I still have hang-ups about sticking my hand at potentially glowing Pokemon. Wouldn't you have quicker fingers than I would?

[futariniousama]

[ Niou tracks Fuji's movements with curious eyes, quirking an amused look with his lips and eyebrows as he watches him settle atop the chair. Fuji is easily the most interesting member of Seigaku. ]

Fair suck.

[ And with that, he reaches out to touch the stone to the forehead of the still-feigning-sleep Skitty.

The glow washes over all three of them, for a moment obscuring any clarity of vision, and Niou shuts his eyes against it. When he opens them again, the weight on his stomach has grown, and the Delcatty that lifts her head curiously is blinking quizzically. ]