bring along the same tenderness

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

Who:restardom, reimprovise, rezoned
Where: The shore at Cianwood, a kitchen in Cianwood, quite possibly everywhere in Cianwood.
When: ... we timewarping here. September 4th, Early morning ~ evening.
Summary: An idol, a genius and a captain visit Cianwood for productivity of the Pokemon variety. Of course, there's a whole lot more than just gym battles packed into this one visit.
Rating: PG-13 for Fuji.
Log:
[So, three douches fly to an island.

But no, really--it's just that. Everything begins with a planned trip to Cianwood. A trip with one simple purpose: allow one Idol to face one Gym Leader and get that one badge. The participants? Rise, of course, and one Fuji Shuusuke. Somehow Tezuka had been dragged into it, too, but he wasn't quite sure how that happened.

Just like he wasn't quite sure how this happened: what started as a simple, non-turbulent flight suddenly turns complicated. Now, three douches are flying into an island, in a fabulous cushion of sand and disaster. Imagine this from a bystander point-of-view.

Calmness. Absolute calm.

And then a graceful crash, right into the beach. Three teenagers, piled one on top of the other. Tezuka had the distinct pleasure of being the one on the bottom of this bearpile, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that they had finally arrived where they were meant to be, minus the crash landing.

Well. It was certainly an eventful way to start the day.]

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[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ it takes three seconds for Rise to register something else other than OW, and two more seconds to roll off and land on her back with a vocalized wince. ]

... L-let's not do that again, okay?

RISE - FUJI - TEZUKA

[reveiller]

[a huff, here. he has his face buried in the neck of the Flygon. hnnng.]

A second time sounds rather unlikely, yes.

Tezuka, still alive down there?

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[auuuugh my arm. tezuka doesn't grace fuji's question with an answer until everyone recovers from their flawless landing, and even then his response is nothing more than a nod of confirmation. well, his getting up is a good an answer as any, really--even if it's just the slightest bit shaky.

a hand goes up to dust some sand off his shoulders.]

... We let our guard down. [seriously.]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Isn't it a little late for that now?

[reveiller]

[not the arm-- he chuckles a little, here, and reaches casually to brush sand off of the top of Tezuka's head.]

On the bright side, it wasn't in the middle of the ocean.

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[the smallest glance as a thank you, but aside from that tezuka gives no other response to the action. well, aside from standing still and allowing fuji to do that.

if that ever happened, well. at least he can swim.]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

And on the other bright side, we made it here!

[reveiller]

I've always wanted to come back.

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[ and with that, tezuka will be glancing around their surroundings. is he secretly liking the area? yes, a little. ]

It's calm.

FUJI - TEZUKA ;; BEACH

[reveiller]

[the sand is warm between his toes.

he reaches down to poke at the approaching tide with a finger, drawing a long line fixated amongst wet grains.]

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[as much of a "nature person" as tezuka is, he's not quite as concentrated on the contents of the shore as fuji is. instead he's standing there, quietly, observing fuji observing the sand with that default expression of calmness on his face. his arms are crossed, as per usual.

he's wondering why they're here, just the slightest, but it's not on the forefront of his mind and he doesn't mind that much. it's more of a passing thought.]

[reveiller]

[companionable silence, he thinks, is one of the things that define their friendship.

the other is water tension. he watches the waves beat against the pebbles, and thinks that there's something fascinating about the way it ebbs and flows. even in silence, the tide pushes and pulls. he draws another line in the sand. then, seemingly dissatisfied with it, he erases it with his toes until there's nothing there but a wet smear.

he stands up, knowing the motion will catch Tezuka's attention -- it inevitably does. turning to Tezuka, he offers a smile.

the smile, it turns out, is smile #19. do you like the ocean, Tezuka?]

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[his eyes had been drifting from the start of fuji's lines to the end of fuji's lines, but he later focuses just on fuji's motion. standing is hard not to pay attention to when everything around them is so unmoving. and so, tezuka's gone from lines in the sand to the maker of those lines. he's just following fuji's direction--his subtle (and not so subtle) shifts.

tezuka takes a fraction of a moment to analyze fuji's smile and intent, replying with just the slightest downward incline of his head. the ocean was nice, but he preferred the mountains over sand and rapids over waves. something about it didn't suit him. maybe he just needed things to climb.

he looks at fuji from the corner of his eye. and you?]

[reveiller]

[he doesn't know, and therefore he shrugs. the only reason why doesn't know, he thinks, is because he knows. he likes the ocean, but sometimes, he verily wishes that he didn't.

it's a lot easier to dislike it. he doesn't answer this in his returning smile (smile #23). rather, he chuckles.]

Hey, Tezuka?

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[tezuka's never quite sure about what fuji filters out and what he doesn't, but he takes that smile at face value and doesn't push it, as he usually does. in other days, there would the slightest bit of acknowledgement here for fuji's unvoiced thoughts; a small sliver of awareness.

but right now, there's other things. he returns fuji's vocal prodding with a spoken response. just to balance things out.]

What is it?

[reveiller]

[he tilts his head, letting the wind brush his bangs against his face, before considering his next words.

he spreads his arms.]

How wide, do you think, is the sea?

[rezoned.livejournal.com]

[and were that about the sea back home, he could answer. but as it stands, very little about johto is known--and tezuka's only thought is "really wide".

maybe really wide is appropriate. he looks to the water.]

FUJI - RISE ;; GYM

[reveiller]

[the gates loom before them.]

And I suppose everyone will soon be kung-fu fighting?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Kanzeon might actually have trouble with this one.

[reveiller]

That's difficult to imagine.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't tell her that.

[reveiller]

Convince her that the gym leader's wronged you in some way or form.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Oh, that won't be hard.

[reveiller]

Go easy on them.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

But isn't that being rude?