Minamimoto Sho (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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route_10652014-02-26 06:45 pm
yoctogram) wrote in route_10652014-02-26 06:45 pm
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Who: Sho & Belphe
Where: Goldenrod
When: Backdated to 14 Feb
Summary: Romance is not something these two do worth a damn.
Rating: PG
Log:
The prevalence of advertisements proclaiming how things worked on Valentine's Day confused the shit out of Sho. He knew it, vaguely, as the day girls gave things to boys; mostly amongst high schoolers.
That was, apparently, not how it worked here.
He and Belphe were...something. Certainly something. Damned if he knew what, but they were something. It made sense, then, that he should get her...er. Something. The thank you dinner he took her on months back appeared to make her uncomfortable. So did the Snivy. Women were strange, strange creatures.
Flowers seemed like they'd be...appropriate. (Or not. Seriously, even medicated people made no damn sense. Give him a complex equation any time.) He took the 'mon out for training, and made sure to snag a patch of wildflowers on the way back.
Where: Goldenrod
When: Backdated to 14 Feb
Summary: Romance is not something these two do worth a damn.
Rating: PG
Log:
The prevalence of advertisements proclaiming how things worked on Valentine's Day confused the shit out of Sho. He knew it, vaguely, as the day girls gave things to boys; mostly amongst high schoolers.
That was, apparently, not how it worked here.
He and Belphe were...something. Certainly something. Damned if he knew what, but they were something. It made sense, then, that he should get her...er. Something. The thank you dinner he took her on months back appeared to make her uncomfortable. So did the Snivy. Women were strange, strange creatures.
Flowers seemed like they'd be...appropriate. (Or not. Seriously, even medicated people made no damn sense. Give him a complex equation any time.) He took the 'mon out for training, and made sure to snag a patch of wildflowers on the way back.
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It was totally a Thing. He'd do something nice for her if it killed them all.
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Or, rather, she tried not to let it bother her. Or even to think about it, when she could help it. What had happened the night of The Great Freakout had become an elephant in the room that neither of them had wanted to talk about, even though it remained looming over them as something that needed to be addressed eventually.
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SHUT UP HE DID NOT ADMIT EMOTION. Fuck. Going to just scrub at this patch of carpet now.