route_1065 | [Closed] Oh You Captured My Attention

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[Closed] Oh You Captured My Attention

Who: Grit and Smoker
Where: Violet City
When: Wednesday Sept. 19th; 6 PM
Summary: Supposedly a date. SUPPOSEDLY.
Rating: PG-13 for Smoker's goddamn mouth.
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No, not even Grit was expecting this... and he had been the one to ask!

Here he was, standing outside of the Pokemon Center in Violet City waiting for Smoker (appropriate name really). They had met once before so it was easy to spot who he was suppose to be looking for. In waiting, he quickly lit up one of his cigarettes (still a bit too cheap to buy cigars). Sighing lightly as he tossed the match to the ground to stomp it out after he was lit up, he looked around again.

Well, the man was flustered, maybe he wasn't going to show up. Grit pulled out his gear to give another quick look at the time before he sighed lightly. "...'lright. Five more minutes and then I'll go." Which would be a shame if he had to go. But things happened. Oh well, he didn't hold a grudge. Never had, never would.

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Nope, Smoker's there, of course. He was going to offer to light the cigarette, but he wasn't quite fast enough, so he's just sticking the lighter back in his pocket. What is he doing anyway? Yeah, he's rustier at this whole "date" thing than he wants to admit.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," gruff-toned and mostly casual, Smoker is the same as he always is, jeans, leather jacket, and seriously lacking a shirt. It's like he doesn't even know how they operate or something! Actually that's almost true, he barely zips up even in winter. So really, it's no wonder that he sticks out, even without the twin cigars and being over six and a half feet tall.

"You all good to go?"

This wasn't a formal date anyways, and with Grit being over six feet on his own, Smoker wasn't much bigger than he was. More muscular, of course. Just not taller by too much. He chuckled, "Well thanks for the offer." Noticing him putting the lighter away. "And nope. Tho', I wondered if you even would." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I am." He nodded, smiling up to him, tipping his hat gently. "Dinner or walkin' first? You pick, I'm good with either."

Smoker waves a hand to signal that it was no trouble, "I don't stand up friends. Or dates." He doesn't quite smile back, mostly just too nervous, but he gestures to the street and heads out.

"Walk sounds good, work up appetite," Smoker answers nearly monosyllabically as he gets walking. Mostly so he can stretch his legs and get rid of nerves, jeez he really is rusty. Okay calm down and relax, focusing on smoke.

"So how goes the training? Or are you not going to bother with the badges?"

"Well, I'll remember that from now on." Grit chuckled, looking up at him. Even if he wasn't smiling, Grit would be. Just to keep up the mood for both of them. Maybe he'd get a smile eventually. Later on.

"Sounds good to me. You gotta show me a good place to eat, tho'." He was getting bored of cold food and couldn't really tell if a place was good enough to spend his money on. Grit chuckles and nudges him a bit.

"Eh, not really interested. Unless they warp me home and so far, that's debunked, ain't it?"

"Sure thing. Are you a pizza fan, meat fan, or something else entirely?" he grinned over a shoulder. Smoker could cook when needed, but given how many months he first spent in Violet City ages ago, he knew nearly every restaurant like a box of his cigars. It helped that feeding Straw Hat was a full-time job all on its own.

He grunts at the reply to the badges, but nods. "Seems like it. Seeing as some people have over twelve badges now and some of people who've gone home had none."

"I could go for any of those. You pick, I'm cool." Grit chuckled, moving to walk beside him. They were equals, and this should be simple enough. Shrugging his shoulders, "Tho', if we're goin' on a date," Because it flustered him and he completely enjoyed that, "Then pizza's usually the thing people eat. I dunno tho'. I ain't a dater much."

He stroked his chin, "Oh, so a roulette, basically. Spin the wheel, hope your ass gets to go home. That's nice."

"I'm pretty sure they're all things people eat on dates," Smoker waved a hand, but started heading towards the pizza shop. Though it was a relief to know he wasn't the only one a little out of the loop in the dating department. Smoker wouldn't even know where to begin to explain his dating history, lack thereof, or whatever it qualified as at this point. Nor did he ever intend to try.

"Kind of. I don't think Straw Hat was trying to go home. So I guess a random roulette wheel sounds right. And then sometimes people come back, which is equally bizarre." Kazooie came back for a couple of weeks, Robin came back months later as a full grown woman, yup definitely bizarre.

"I don't think I've ever heard a general 'meat' bein' eaten on a date. Usually it's like... burgers." Grit just sort of brushed it all off though. He wasn't concerned about the 'norm' when it came to this sort of thing. Cause the norm for dating was set by teenaged girls who thought they found love in the first date. But let's not let old bitterness cloud this wonderful time.

"...Huh. Well. That ain't good. For multiple reasons." And there were people he didn't want to come here. Thinkin' it's easier for everyone else if they just stay home, y'know? Least from my world. Course, I could be wrong about that too."

"Yeah sorry, I guess that's Straw-Hat's influence." Damn. When he had he started categorizing restaurants into meat vs. non-meat? He hadn't even really realized it until just then. "I don't know, I guess it depends on the date. My world is all ocean and islands so it's usually a lot more seafood than this world. I guess I'm almost starting to get spoiled here." Almost, not really.

"I think there are a lot of people from both worlds this one would be better without. It's strange watching friends come and go though."

"No big deal. Things happen. I ain't mad." He shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Let's go with not-meat tho'... that's just weird to say." Grit chuckled a bit, rubbing his chin, "...So that's no fish? Or yes fish?" Because the wording was a bit weird for him. Did he miss fish? Or did he really never want fish again? He'd have to be forgiven about that sort of thing.

"Yeah. That's why I ain't interested in seein' no one here. For those reasons and so many more."

"Pizza sounds good. And back home is all seafood. I feel almost spoiled not having to eat fish all the time here," so yeah, Smoker's pretty neutral on fish. It's a staple, but by no means something he seeks out.

"Because even friends would go, or you just don't want them to have to go through this?"

"Then we'll do that. Really, I'll eat almost anythin' that ain't illegal." He wasn't that picky of an eater. It happened to be a good thing because they could just have what Smoker wanted.

"Bit of both, really." He shrugged his shoulders.

That still gets Grit a sidelong glance. "Good to know," Smoker grunts, a little curious what even counts as illegal for food here or in Grit's homeworld. Or Smoker's world for that matter.

"I guess that's the advantage to just making friends here?" Smoker wasn't entirely sure. He still missed Kazooie some days, and remembering that he couldn't even see her in his own world was less than fun. Still, it also meant he didn't have to care that much about friends he made just in Johto. Hypothetically.

Grit chuckled a bit, and pat him on the shoulder, smiling towards him. "Hey. Relax a bit. It's suppose to be fun." That's what dates were, after all. Fun. Or you know, heart wrenching and a disaster. Either or. Hopefully fun here.

"Advantage and disadvantage. Cause if they leave, you'll never see 'em again... and if you leave, you'll never see 'em again. Unless they come back, I guess." So he was rambling. Should have been expected.

"This is about as relaxed as I get," Smoker admitted honestly, "At least without drinking and stacking rocks." It wasn't Grit, Smoker's just awkward on social outings. Or anything that involves the word "social." His best friend Hina had long since learned that the hard way, but well, hopefully Grit wouldn't give up on him yet.

"Right," Smoker nodded. "And even if they do come back, sometimes they leave again. So what's your favorite pizza topping again?" He gestured into the shop and got the door.

"...Y'know, I think I'm fine with this. Let's save the drinkin' and bad decisions for date number... five or somethin'." Grit was known for making bad decisions in theory. They didn't always end badly and that's what he was able to do well. So he'd save the actual bad decisions for a later time. When the man wouldn't judge him right off the bat.

"Which sounds just as fun." He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't had pizza in a while. So I ain't picky. Whatever you want."

"Heh sure," Smoker rubbed the back of his neck, still a little on the nervous side, but to be fair, mildly tense like that was normal for him. "Meat lovers sound good then?" Clearly some habits died hard.

"Well, yes I am... that also sounds like a good kinda pizza." What could he say? Smoker had always been easy to tease. This was no exception to that rule.

Yup. Easy to tease was right. It didn't help that Smoker was already on the pale side and started flushing almost instantly at the joke. "Right. One of that then," he mumbled, his ears already tinged pink. Damn where did he put his sunglasses again?

"Sounds good to me." He wasn't even trying to be sneaky with his teasing and flirting. Why should he be? That's what, at least from what he was told, a date was suppose to be about. "Hey, relax a bit. It's all in good fun, after all."

Smoker put the sunglasses on anyway; easier to deal with such things this way.

He waved a hand casually. "I know, I know, like I said, this isn't me when I'm all that tense. Honest."

He chewed over a cigar trying to think of a return quip, but it was a little late and the moment had passed. Next time, he promised himself, next time he'd get Grit back.

"You need like a massage or somethin'. Something to help you relax."

Next time, sure. Sure if Grit was nice and let him get him back. And then strike harder than ever. He gave a light pat to Smoker's shoulders and sighed.

"C'mon big boy, let's get things."

He was starting to regret putting away the sunglasses so quickly. Of course, the pat just made him tense up even more, and he couldn't even hide it. God damn it...

Smoker nods mutely and grabs the pizza to take back to a table. He gestures over at the soda dispenser. "Drinks?" Yup, he used even less words when he was nervous, and that probably showed too. Oy vey.

Honestly, he was starting to get worried at this point. He has absolutely no issue with having some guy flustered but to have someone nervous like this? This wasn't good.

"Yeah, sure." He nods, "Lemme go get them." Give Smoker a chance to breathe for a bit so this can be a good time. He really needs to lay off the teasing for today. He heads over there.

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