Erika could not recall talking to the other woman very extensively beyond when Erika had first arrived, but she still took note of when she was around and when she was not. And she hadn't been for a while. People coming and going seemed to be rather common place at the Academy, so Erika had briefly wondered if perhaps Blacky had moved on to other places. It was hard to tell how long of an absence warranted this sometimes.
But she had noticed when she had come back.
So Erika ventured out to knock on the other woman's door, a small pot of flowers in her hand. For the curious and knowledgeable, it was a small collection of snowdrops,radnor lilies, and a single yellow rose.
Ah, she was currently in. That was good. "Hello," Erika greeted in turn, bowing her head slightly. It had occurred to her that she didn't exactly have any conversation topics or anything of the sort. Well. That was just fine.
"Mm... You've been away for quite a while," she said softly, stating the obvious. The flowers in her hands were held out towards the Umbreon in a... it was not so much wary as it was tentative. The gesture was very out of the blue after all. Erika offered her a pleasant smile regardless.
"...I was in Kanto for a while." Last time Blacky was given flowers, she needed to put them over Golduck's grave. The memory was still so fresh in her mind that she was reluctant to accept the bouquet from Erika, but in the end she gently took them from the gym leader and held them close to her face.
"I don't often get these from other women." Was that an attempt at a smile?
After stewing in remorse for what felt like an eternity it was no surprise Silver rushed his way over towards her dorm the moment he found out he returned. After staring at her door for approximately 15 minutes and 35 seconds he finally decided that, yes, it would undoubtedly be a much better decision to knock rather then let himself in. After all, they had a huge fight before she left so now more then ever would be the proper time to actually think before doing something like breaking and entering, even if that was something he usually had no issues with.
Give it another week or two, then he'll be out of your hair forever.new_moon_princeNovember 20 2010, 04:40:34 UTC
Silver was far less interested in her new habit and far more interested in that look on her face. This wasn't going to be easy at all... still, he found himself tapping into his inner resolve. He wasn't going to give up on this so long as he still loved her.
"We need to talk..."
He voice sounded unnerved however his eyes would have likely betrayed him in his quiet pain and desperation, as eyes usually do.
It was getting colder and colder each day which meant Raiden had been trying to the best of his abilities to avoid outside maintenance but alas, he was here outside, bundled up in his jacket, scrubbing away at some scorch marks mysteriously left on the boy's dorm walls. Raiden had come to expect seeing them on the side, how the hell did this even...
He was hoping for some kind of day off the day after Thanksgiving and especially after the long drive back and forth to see Rose for the holiday, and especially especially hoping Blacky was alright/wondered if she missed him/kinda bummed she missed Turkey Day/would call him damn it but maybe if he got this one thing cleaned done he could go clock out and... enjoy the leftovers of Rosemary's cooking. Alone. Yeaaaah. Not even Gamera was willing to touch that.
Even if he was quite absorbed in removing the stubborn mark, he did see the approaching shadow and then felt a body pressed up against him. He flinched and naturally assumed it was Raikov. Who else would be so bold? He was pleasantly surprised to find out otherwise and quickly returned the hug. Blacky was okay. She came back. It felt so good. She felt so good. She smelled so good. She... smelled kind of like cigarettes? The distinct smell of cigarettes was hard to miss, especially for an ex-smoker like Raiden but he decided to withhold comment for the time being.
Saying, "Welcome back." with a tight hug came first.
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But she had noticed when she had come back.
So Erika ventured out to knock on the other woman's door, a small pot of flowers in her hand. For the curious and knowledgeable, it was a small collection of snowdrops, radnor lilies, and a single yellow rose.
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"Mm... You've been away for quite a while," she said softly, stating the obvious. The flowers in her hands were held out towards the Umbreon in a... it was not so much wary as it was tentative. The gesture was very out of the blue after all. Erika offered her a pleasant smile regardless.
"... Welcome back."
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"I don't often get these from other women." Was that an attempt at a smile?
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There was a hesitant knock on the door.
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"We need to talk..."
He voice sounded unnerved however his eyes would have likely betrayed him in his quiet pain and desperation, as eyes usually do.
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He was hoping for some kind of day off the day after Thanksgiving and especially after the long drive back and forth to see Rose for the holiday, and especially especially hoping Blacky was alright/wondered if she missed him/kinda bummed she missed Turkey Day/would call him damn it but maybe if he got this one thing cleaned done he could go clock out and... enjoy the leftovers of Rosemary's cooking. Alone. Yeaaaah. Not even Gamera was willing to touch that.
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Even if he was quite absorbed in removing the stubborn mark, he did see the approaching shadow and then felt a body pressed up against him. He flinched and naturally assumed it was Raikov. Who else would be so bold? He was pleasantly surprised to find out otherwise and quickly returned the hug. Blacky was okay. She came back. It felt so good. She felt so good. She smelled so good. She... smelled kind of like cigarettes? The distinct smell of cigarettes was hard to miss, especially for an ex-smoker like Raiden but he decided to withhold comment for the time being.
Saying, "Welcome back." with a tight hug came first.
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