http://saving-violins.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] saving-violins.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_10652010-07-30 07:35 pm

Food food food food food

 
Who: Jun | [livejournal.com profile] b3hind_infinity , Mizuki | [livejournal.com profile] saving_violins , and OPEN to anyone who wants to bother them. Or pilfer food. Or stare at them... Or anything.
Where: Violet City PokeCenter
When: July 25th
Summary: Jun is resting in a pokecenter bed due to being sick and Mizuki is taking it upon herself to try and make him feel better... With tons of food.
Rating: PG juuuust in case.
Log:
Mizuki had to juggle the lot of food she carried in her arms, a tongue sticking out determinedly. To think this was only the bunch that didn't fit in her bag-- or even the pokemart bag she had looped around her arm. A box of Chocolate éclairs, chocolate bars, a strawberry danish, a box of chocolate covered strawberries were the ones she fought with and-- Oh yeah, this would set her funds back quite a bit but it was worth it. Now all she had to do was stumble through the Pokecenter doors and find one Jun Ushiro...

Which wouldn't be hard as she yelled at the top of her lungs.

"JUUUUUN~"

And would trot over to where she believed Jun would be... Only to be pointed in the correct direction via a disgruntled looking Chansey and Nurse.

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He had thought he heard something. Most definitely.

Jun groaned and rolled over onto his side, staring at the door that suddenly opened.

"... Hayama."

What in the world was she carrying...?!

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"..."

That amount of energy was draining, he decided as he gawked at her. She was worse than Tokosumi.

"I don't think I can eat all that."

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm being smothered by sweets. How weird is that.

He shook his head ever so slightly and then went to open the danish. Well, why not.

"You really didn't have to do this for me, you know."

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Or a bullet to your brain."

Downer.

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"..."

Right.

He started to eat the ice cream, glancing over at her.

"So... You all right?"

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugged. What could he say anyway? Nothing that would make her feel better, he guessed.

"You fainted?"

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Crap."

It was those... Frog things, right? Ew.

"You feeling better?"

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay."

He didn't say that he thought that it was hostile just because she might have disturbed it or something. Why point out the obvious?

He stopped eating for a moment, coughing.

[identity profile] un-install-er.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"... Thanks." He reached out his hand and took the bottle, attempting to unscrew it, but another coughing fit made it impossible.