route_1065 | And it's hard, standing at the crossroads

Who: A

deathtopped
Where: Walk into Violet City
When: On a saturday
Summary: And meet up for the first time in months.
Rating: PG, at most. Maybe?
Log:
[Ken hadn't faced anyone from SEES since Mitsuru had left for Ecruteak nearly a month before. He had not planned to--ever again. In fact when he'd heard that Merlin was going back to meet with Arthur, Ken's initial reaction had been to flee in the opposite direction.

But that was far more cowardly than he could have ever imagined himself. If they were angry at him, he deserved it. And they... they, Minato and Aigis and Mitsuru and Junpei, and all of SEES who had shown him great kindness in Johto... the deserved better than that.

He breathed into a pair of orange gloves, sitting on a bench outside the Pokemon Center. He figured a text message would be enough. He wanted to speak to them face to face if he spoke to them at all. If they decided not to meet him, then he couldn't make them.

But he had to try... to try to make things right, somehow.]

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[Violet City was a lot larger than the smaller surroundings of Cherrygrove, but it was still calmer than Aigis thought it would be. Maybe because not everyone was here, or because, despite it's name, Violet was also smaller than she expected. Still, there were some things she didn't expect, but at the same time... she did.

Ken's text message? That was one of those things.

Of course, she wanted to meet him. That much was obvious. Hence why, for this meeting, there is no hesitation--but she approaches the meeting place somewhat carefully anyway, not sure, exactly, of what she can say--so she decides on, simply:]

Hello, Ken-san.

[ Unlike Aigis who was seemingly fine--Minato was freezing from the travel and stuff. At least the sun finally showed itself, but it was still chilly. It should be noted that his brain has turned into ice cubes ever since they took the opportunity to leave Cherrygrove. Despite looking fully functional and being right beside Aigis, he didn't say a single thing... Maybe his tongue was frozen too.

He finally came to his senses and waved a bit at Ken. It has been a while... ]

[Ken was more than used to Minato's... somewhat spaceyness. He stands from the bench, not quite looking either in the eye.]

Um.... It's nice to see you again, Aigis-san. Minato-san. [His stomach was twisted uncomfortably and his shaking wasn't from the cold, but form nervousness.]

Yes. It is nice to see you as well, Ken-san. I'm glad to see that you are well.

[Which was true. She offered a smile to Ken--this was obviously difficult for him. And she understood that.

Aigis paused. She looked towards Minato, for a moment, questioning his apparent silence... and then realized that. Well. It was cold. Not that she would feel it, but she could guess it...]

Um... Should move inside?

[ He gave Ken a slight nod as a "you too" before eying the Pokemon center nearby while shifting about in one spot. ]

If it's... not too much to ask. [ INSIDE NOW, PLEASE? ]

Sure!

[Ken looks maybe a little too eager to help, at the moment.]

Do you want me to get you something warm to drink, or... or anything? [He only glances at Minato, eyes returning to the ground after.]

[and Aigis nods!! MOVING ON. There is no difference inside the pokémon center and outside for her, but whatever.

She doesn't miss Ken's eagerness, but chooses not to comment. Ken's question doesn't apply to her, of course, so she doesn't answer, instead looking towards Minato for a moment, and then Ken.]

You don't need to. [ Shoulders elevating to his neck, he must keep warmth. ]

But thank you for the offer. [ After look at both of them in the order of Aigis then Ken, he's going to start advancing towards the pokecenter.

Little by little. ]

[And with Ken moving ahead to open the door, still looking very uncertain.]

[aigis'll just be slipping into the Pokécenter now, tossing Ken a smile of thanks as she steps inside.

she looks around for a moment. somehow, it seemed more crowded...]

And it's hard, standing at the crossroads

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