the most romantic of anniversaries

[ghostytrainer]

Who: John Egbert and Rose Lalonde
Where: Saffron City
When: Saturday, 6/8 (evening)
Summary: John and Rose go out to dinner for their 2nd anniversary, only for John to keep glitching out of it because the dummy caught a glitch Pokémon and boxed it. It becomes an anniversary to remember.
Rating: PG-13 for (probably) cursing and John inevitably glitching into the tub with Rose. (but nothing naughty happened)

[Sometimes, John finds himself unable to believe that it's really only been two years since they started dating. Somehow, it just seems like it's always been a thing. And at other times, he finds himself stunned that his relationship with Rose has actually lasted two years. Because, gurl, you really could do loads better. Not that John is complaining.]

[In any case, this Saturday evening finds the two dressed up quite sharply and headed to a nice restaurant in Saffron. Not too much of a to-do, but a nice, quiet evening spent in each other's company, never the less. Or at least...that's what they assumed it would be. Little did they know that the glitch running rampant through Pokémon Land had other plans.]

[After waiting a few minutes for a table, the two were seated at a cozy little booth in a back corner of the restaurant. Ahhh, romantic candlelit dinners. Aren't they to die for?]

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

now it's my turn to swoon.
from how cute you ar
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̛̣͕͚̹̯̜̖͑̈ͮ̌͆̚ͅY̮̱̾ͮ̒͜͜Ỏ̢̜͇̭͈͖̥̺͉̾ͦͬ̿ͧͩ̊̽͘U̫̭̗͉͕̓̿ͪ͗͆̿̓̀̚ ̮̪̗̤̭̬͖̙ͦͤ̎̅ͭ͌͞U͉̰̤͙̱͓̹ͯ̏ͨ͒͛̀̀P̱̓̔ͦ̃̄̽͗́

[Oops he glitched out again...]

[tentacletrainer]

...John?

[ghostytrainer]

yeah?
i'm still here.
well... okay, i'm with sollux now instead of your mom.
i don't think he's seen sunlight recently lol he's got like a nerdy man cave going on here.

[He doesn't seem to have realized that half his message was re-written and glitched.]

[tentacletrainer]

Ah...
I'm not surprised, knowing Sollux as I do.

[[What the hell was that message all about...?]]

[ghostytrainer]

[Same as the first time time, Rose. John was texting in the middle of glitching.]

ahaha, yeah.

[Sorry, he's too distracted by the l33t codez to be talkative right now.]

[tentacletrainer]

Are you at least enjoying your visit?

[[Yeah but this one is decidedly more creepy as fuck.]]

[ghostytrainer]

[Ah, did you decode the message, Rose? The glitches are having fund with rewriting what he initially wrote.]

[It's a good three or four minutes before John responds. And it has nothing to do with her initial text.]

rose, send help i am in cake hell.

[tentacletrainer]

...what?

[ghostytrainer]

cake... everywheeeeeeerrrrrreeeeeeeeee.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
omfg how can one person eat so much cake?
WHERE DOES HE PUT IT ALL?
(i think he might actually outdo you in the sweet tooth department this is insane.)

[tentacletrainer]

What sweet tooth?

[ghostytrainer]

...rose, please.
if you were trying to keep that a secret from me, you did a terrible job!!
i know all about your nigh insatiable lust for anything and everything sweet!
you cannot hide the truth from your fiance, it's just not possible.

[tentacletrainer]

I have no idea what you are talking about.

[ghostytrainer]

oh, ok.
well if you don't then i guess i don't have to worry about bringing you back a slice of this cake.
and we can totally skip desert tonight, tomorrow night, basically forever!

[tentacletrainer]

If you don't bring me a slice of cake you're sleeping in the living room tonight.

[ghostytrainer]

but you said you don't like sweets!
om nom, enjoying this delicious strawberry cake all by myself and rose doesn't get any!!!
mwahahahahH̲͔̪̰̯͍ͬ̉͆ͣͬ̓̚͟Ë́̂͌ͩ͠͏͉͉̘̜̮̪͇͕̕Ē͖̻̯̦̰͙̻͆͑ͩ͑̔̐̓̚ ͕͖̃͟H̖̠͎̦͕̝̮ͮ̐̽̐̓ͮͮͭ͟͜Ĕ̵͔̗̩̹͈͔͚͑ͫ̓ͣ̑͗ͪÉ̴̤̝̭ͬ͘ ̼̞̥̪͓̪͎ͯ̄̏̃͟͠͞H͍̤̩͓̯̮̭̏̀̈ͧ̽ͫ͝ͅĔ̵͙̗̺̮͙͊͝E̴̸̥̼̰̭̫͈̘̱̻ͪͬ͌̇ͤ̌̽!̪̞̝̜̮̜̹͆̊̂ͧͭ̚͘!̨̪͚̭̤̱̜̈́!ͪ̏̌ͧ̅̀͏̶̲̗̭͈ͅ

[It keeps hapening!!!]

[tentacletrainer]

Alright.
I will inform Dave that he will have to make room for you on the couch.
I'm sure the two of you would love to snuggle with each other.

[ghostytrainer]

yeah, ok sure.
speaking of dave, guess where i am now?
again.

[tentacletrainer]

John, do you think this is perhaps a sign?

[ghostytrainer]

seeing as how it's only happened twice, i doubt it's a sign of anything.
just a coincidence.
one that i am not complaining TOO much about because at least it means i am in the right city again.
though somehow i doubt it'll happen again.
anyway, i'm on my way back.

also, did you know he can actually cook???
dave i mean.

[tentacletrainer]

If you say so.
And honestly?
I'm not surprised.
Considering how much time he spent with Jane.
Plus we Strilondes have very sophisticated tastes.
He would have to learn at some point.

[ghostytrainer]

i'm stunned.
i actually thought he was living off microwave dinners and takeout this whole time.

but hold on a second, wtf?
if that's true (which, btw, he was just making pasta) then how come i always do the cooking?!
how come you aren't learning to cater to your own "sophisticated" tastes???
(quotes because you are actually just picky.)

[tentacletrainer]

John, there is a very distinct difference between Dave and I.
Being the eldest son in the family, he conforms to the archetype of strong, independent first born.
He insists on doing things for himself, praised more for following those instincts than allowing others to work for him.
It's imperative that he learns these basic living skills if he wishes to continue keeping that silver spoon in his mouth.
I, however, am the youngest daughter.
Not only that, but I grew up in a rich household that made it fairly known they were rich, with the lavish decorations and statues.
The archetype that I fit into means I shouldn't have to lift a thumb when it comes to my well being.
I should be surrounded by servants willing to clean my clothes, make my bed, cook my meals and bathe me should I so desire.
Of course, I don't desire any of that.
But the point is, I am not expected to learn to cook just to suit my tastes.
If you do not wish to cook for me, I can simply order out instead.
You merely have to say the word, John. <3

[ghostytrainer]

...did you just call me a servant in a really roundabout, psychoanalytical way?

[Really, John, that's what you got out of that?]

[tentacletrainer]

Not at all!
If I was calling you a servant, I would inform you that if you didn't want to cook I would fire you.
Not that I would simply order out instead.

[ghostytrainer]

i know, i was teasing. :P
it's okay though, rose.
because luckily for you

[Did he accidentally hit send to early or something? Missing half a sentence there.]