TFLN 2020

[legalized]

【my ❝TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT❞ post】
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[blueser]

[Don't be a wimp, dad!!! But whatever, Blue looks delighted to be led on to food, so he bops along after Lance, letting his eye get caught by signs and displays here and there as they go, stopping to peer into a watch shop window, glancing through an outdoor book stand before darting back after Lance's fluttering cape.]

All the good food should be around there, right? I've eaten nearby once, there's waaay too much to try just one time, [He agrees sagely. He stops to glance across the way at a crowd gathering around a street performance of some Aipom and a musician before he catches up again.]

You must come here a lot, huh? Kinda surprising for a boring guy like you, but I guess even hermits have their favorite stores.

[thunderwave]

Goldenrod City? More frequently as of late, I think.

[ lance has spent so much time in kanto, with team rocket gripping the region and giovanni manipulating the outcome at every turn. and then, when team rocket had fled to johto, lance spent time combing the countryside to try and root them out. which required more time spent in goldenrod city, particularly after the radio takeover. ]

It's easier to deal with the rest of the chaos of the city when you have something to look forward to.

[ like delicious non-octillery takoyaki. it's a nice day, in goldenrod, and so a lot of the stalls with outdoor seating are fairly full with people taking their lunch break and enjoying the sunshine. but as they near this specific food stand, there is something of a line.

( never pick the food stall that doesn't have a line, okay. )

and as lance picks a place in line (and carefully ignores people who have recognized him in lieu of talking to blue), he glances toward the big department store, which is just around the corner, but you can clearly see the massive building. ]

It's also a quick walk to the Department Store, which is usually everyone's first stop, when they get here. Or the Game Corner.

[ gambling heathens and all. ]

[blueser]

Hmmm, something to look forward to, huh...

I shoulda figured you're the simple type, who just follows his stomach.

[Just like Red, tch.......]

[Blue frowns at the absurdly long line that Lance leads them into, poking his spiky head out a few times to peek at how it's moving as they wait. It's obvious that they've been recognized by the people around them (who else wears a cape!!!), but Blue smugly ignores them, enjoying the attention without having to acknowledge it.]

If you're an addict, maybe. [Please, Blue isn't that bad!! He grumbles as they shuffle forward in line, maybe a little slowly for his taste.] Are you sure this line is worth it...? It's so long.

[thunderwave]

[ well, he's not wrong, regarding the game corner. ]

It is worth it.

[ reassuringly, as he glances down at blue, who is clearly fidgeting and eager to get to the end. patience is a learned trait, lance thinks to himself. it's a difficult thing to learn, particularly when you're not inclined to such a trait.

but after watching blue fidget as they shuffle forward, and more people taking stock of who they are . . . well, maybe letting him wander off wouldn't be such a bad idea. exploring and seeing something new is a benefit too, in addition to learning patience.

and, honestly, blue can't get himself into too much trouble. probably. ]

If you would rather explore for the next ten or fifteen minutes, go ahead.

[ as lance inclines his head down a sidestreet, where they are plenty of shops and drink stands. ]

The stand, and I, will still be here when you're done.

[ try not to get into trouble. ]

[blueser]

[Blue huffs at the assertion, but with his fidgeting, Lance is able to read his mind pretty easily. Blue's head jerks up hopefully when Lance offers for him to cut loose, and it hardly takes him a second to accept.]

Heh! That's more like it. [Blue inclines his head down the sidestreet Lance indicates, and smirks back over his shoulder.] You better not eat my takoyaki!! Oh, and extra pickled ginger on mine! Smell ya, old man!!

[He calls loudly, dashing off towards the alley. Surely he'll be fine...... He's a very responsible young man. Right?]

[......A little less than half an hour later, Blue comes strolling back to the area, glancing around the vicinity of the takoyaki stand, with two drinks in hand. Can't be too hard to spot the caped dragon-crusader....]

[thunderwave]

[ and there he goes.

the line moves relatively quickly (or, at least, lance's definition of quickly), and it poses lance the opportunity to talk to people. typically, he really tries to avoid it -- his time limit for "acceptable socialization" is pretty stunted, but it's good to gather information, on how goldenrod has been faring, since team rocket has left. and while his celebrity is (mostly) an annoyance, it is good for getting people to talk to him.

so by the time blue comes back, it hasn't actually been that long since lance received the food. and lance has found a moment of reprieve at a table near-ish to the takoyaki stand, with blue's octillery-filled takoyaki (with extra pickled ginger, as requested), and whatever lance has ordered. it vaugely looks like takoyaki? but, you know. fish are friends, not food.

once blue makes his way over, though, lance's eyes flicker toward the drinks in his hands, curious. ]

What did you find?

[ warmly, as he gestures to a seat. ]

[blueser]

Hmph. You were right about the underground path, the trainers down there are such a bunch of lame nerds.

[He sets his drink down on the table, some whipped cream monstrosity drizzled in sticky caramel, and then pushes another drink with a lid towards Lance.]

I beat the crap outta them, but it was so quick I had a lot of time after. Here, I wasn't sure what kinda drink you'd like so I just got you the most boring old geezer thing they had.

[The scent of green tea wafts from the cup. It's hardly high quality macha, but it's... fine. Blue plops down and yanks his takoyaki over, luckily still piping hot and fresh. He grabs the pick and stabs into one, blowing on it as he brings it up to his face.] Yum! Thanks for the grub~!

[thunderwave]

[ lance takes his tea, actually . . . fairly impressed that blue picked something that (1) lance would drink and (2) lance actually enjoys quite a bit. and he's about to tell blue both thank you and you're welcome when -- ]

-- you were only gone half an hour.

[ a little surprised, as he settles back in his chair to sip his tea. someone should probably do a wellness check on those trainers in the (totally illegal) underground battle area . . . ]

How many trainers were down there?

[ and, honestly, why is whitney allowing that to happen in goldenrod in the first place? . . . though, as lance thinks about it, whitney would probably be the first in line to join in. ]

[blueser]

Yeah, they were real casuals. [blue agrees through a mouthful of hot batter and benishoga, reverse-blowing on the chunk of Octillery still on the pick. Hot!] There was only 'bout... 3 or 4 of them. And they only had a couple Pokémon each, can you b'lieve?

That was probably just a couple of the whole group, though. [Blue bites the rest of the chunk of the fried ball into his mouth, munching and savoring the chewy texture of the Octillery.] Tch, typical local bigshots, think they're so great in their own turf 'til they get blown out by a real trainer.

[He used to mow them down by the dozens for pocket money when he was still a traveling trainer, but stationed at the Gym, he didn't have to take on such boring battles.... If Viridian locals wanted to train, he had a whole Gym full of trainers for that! He stabs into another takoyaki as he swallows, and pulls his caramel ribbon crunch closer.]

[thunderwave]

[ lance is supposed to be a responsible adult, but his lips twitch at typical local bigshots, sipping his tea. he's sure the so-called "bigshots" were knocked down a peg or six when blue oak showed up to battle. probably for the best, really. maybe they'll reconsider their life of crime.

(or not -- lance can't imagine blue showed them anything but a solid dose of humility, and perhaps instilled in them a sense of revenge for said humiliation.) ]

Few people evolve from "local bigshot" to "professional trainer."

[ in his experience, anyway, as lance sets down his cup of tea to focus on his own food, though he definitely eats it a lot more delicately than blue, who seems interested in shoveling it into his mouth as quickly as possible.

lance wasn't very interested, in challenging people he knew would lose. mostly because it wasn't very exciting, and what was the point of battling if there wasn't something at stake? the local challenge circuits in johto entertained him for only so long until he decided to challenge the gyms. that had sparked his interest, in a way most things just didn't. and being a member of the elite four, and then champion, ensured that he really only battled people who would challenge him. . . . which meant he wasn't very challenged at all.

ah well. life is different, now. ]

I am surprised they accepted the challenge. [ what low-level illegal fight ring would accept a challenge from a champion and current gym leader? ] Or did they not know who you are?