[Closed] Oh You Captured My Attention

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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.
Log:

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.

Comments

[justicereigns]

"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?"

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"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.

[justicereigns]

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.

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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.

[justicereigns]

"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.

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"...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."

[justicereigns]

"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.

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"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.

[justicereigns]

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?

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"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."

[justicereigns]

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.

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"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."

[justicereigns]

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.

[supersnipe]

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.