Here's a little tip I would like to relate. Big fish bites if ya got a good bait.

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Who: erekhthein, open.
Where: Route 30
When: Late afternoon.
Summary: He was not expecting company while fishing.
Rating: O for Oh Sweet Shiva please get this thing off my head.
Log:

Cloud had had better days.

Sure, the idea of a fishing trip sounded relaxing, and Cloud had far too much on his mind already without the added confusion of two and younger and twins and monsters. The weather was decent, a bit windy but nothing that would be scaring potential fish or fish-like folk away (so Cloud figured). It was quiet; he'd only passed a small bunch of other trainers a short while ago, and Mosey was shaping up to be a pretty decent partner. The stigma, oddly enough, had become nothing more than a subtle ache and had only flared up once on his trip.

But the company left something to be desired. Mosey was a great companion, a good listener when odd conversation topics popped into his trainer's head or just when he felt the need to vent. But it wasn't Mosey being the annoyance.

There was a ...thing that had decided to crash the fishing not-party. Cloud had been enjoying the quiet, his makeshift fishing rod having yet to prove successful but it was peaceful and quiet, and suddenly the most talktative balloon that Cloud had ever laid eyes on drifted into the area and promptly latched itself to blond spikes. And it had simply refused to let go for an entire hour.

Mosey thought it was hilarious.

Cloud was less that amused. His earlier attempts at swatting the thing away hadn't worked, and neither did yelling at it to let go already. So now, the only thing left to do was ignore it. Ignore it, sit back on the grass, enjoy fishing, and wait for it to go away.

Although by the second hour, Cloud was starting to wonder how much more of it he could take. And Mosey still thought it was the most entertaining thing ever as he lay on the grass beside him, chuckling under his breath at the sight of a purple creature clinging to his trainer's hair.

"You're not helping."

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[terrarestrial.livejournal.com]

Somewhere behind him a blonde girl in a rocket uniform stops, stares in curiosity, and approaches, a Cleffa rather reluctantly following her.

"There's a monster in your hair," Mikoto says matter-of-factly, as if Cloud never would have noticed otherwise.