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

[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.]

[tentacletrainer]

...because luckily for me...?

[ghostytrainer]

[Unfortunately the little deedily ring of John's gear behind Rose gives him away before he can care out his plan in the most surprising way possible. Oh well, he still tries: wrapping his arms around her shoulders and resting his chin on her shoulder.]

Because luckily for you, I like cooking! And I have no real complaints about cleaning either. [A quick kiss to her cheek before he pulls away and takes his seat once more.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[With a chuckle, leans against the table a little.]] Oh good. Because I love your cooking.

[ghostytrainer]

I am glad to hear that! Considering that catering to your highly selective tastes was mostly the reason I decided to improve my kitchen skills.

[Sarcasm or not? We just don't know. But John is going to just nom away at this salad if that's alright.]

[tentacletrainer]

Well you will also be glad to know that your improvement was a success then.

[[Sarcasm or not, it doesn't really matter to her. And that is of course perfectly alright. Who knows when he might be whisked away again!]]

[ghostytrainer]

Excellent! It's what I was aiming for so I am overjoyed to hear that. Also, sorry I didn't bring you back any cake from Honey's place. Kind of got out of there before I had the chance, plus you wouldn't want to spoil dinner, would you?

[tentacletrainer]

[[And that has her laughing, but it's a warm laugh, putting her fork down for now.]]

It's fine John. Besides, I don't believe I could eat cake made by anyone else but you.

[ghostytrainer]

Not even Jane? Because I know you love me and all, but have you had her baking?

[Even John likes it, and that's saying something.]

So does that mean we will be skipping dessert tonight then?

[tentacletrainer]

...mmm maybe I'll give one of her cakes a try. But yes, that is what we will be doing tonight.

[ghostytrainer]

Hehe, well hopefully whatever this is will clear up so that I can actually--

[ZAP.]

[gj, John. Totally jinxed yourself there. As she comes to refill their drinks, the waitress raises an eyebrow at Rose. She seems to keep missing the part where John actually teleports out, so to her it just looks like he keeps making excuses to stand his date up. Jeez, talk about tacky. A kid like that should be grateful to even be on what can only be a date with a girl like this. At least she refrains from saying anything.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[....Rose sighs. And then thanks the waitress, sipping at her drink while she picks up her gear, waiting for a text.]]

[ghostytrainer]

gettin real tired of ur bullshit, pokeworld.

[tentacletrainer]

What did you even do to deserve this?
What legendary Pokemon did you poot on?

[ghostytrainer]

...did you really just use the word poot? and seriously mean it?
like is that a thing i'm really reading here?
or am i seeing things?
i must be seeing things.

[tentacletrainer]

Yes I did.
Is there something wrong with that?
Poot.
Poot poot poot.

[ghostytrainer]

omfg stop or this poor girl is going to think i'm laughing at her!

[tentacletrainer]

Pooty poot poot.
Pootimer.
Pootticus.
Pootology.
The study of Poot.
And what little girl?