[open mingle] the return of the champion.

[holdmyhand]

Who: Luna! And! You!
What: She's been gone for a whole month! And! Now she's back in action!!! Come and meet Incineroar and Ribombee!
When: Around the end of April/beginning of May.
Where: Enso.
Warnings: C FOR Y'ALL ARE A BUNCHA CUTIES (I'll update this with warnings as needed!)



(A / outside, on the beach.)

[ those who may know Luna, might notice that she has... a new, large friend, who is sitting with her a good distance away from the water. Atop her red cap, rests another smaller pokemon, who's wings flutter occasionally.

She hasn't quite found the energy to get up and explore yet. The small bug atop her head occasionally retrieves shells, and a small pile is sitting in front of her for inspection...which she has decided to tackle first.

One thing at a time, Luna. One shell at a time, one island at a time. ]

These are all really pretty, Reebo! [ she holds up a sand dollar-- which...is that even a real shell? Is it Jormun currency? She smiles fondly at the memories. Hopes they're doing well. ] Kitten, what do you think?

[ the large fire cat yawns in response. Bored eyes watch the shell for a moment, and then glance back toward the mainland. Luna grins at him. ] You wanna go look around, huh? [ that gives Kitten a more interested look, and Luna laughs. ] We'll go a little later. There's a whole new island, buddy! Lots of people to meet and places to go!!

[ Luna has to withhold her snort when Incineroar gets fired up for exploration. The heat radiates off of him in a familiarly pleasant way, and she can't keep the smile off her face.

She missed this excitable idiot. ♥ ]

(B / private to housemate.)

[ she's been back since this morning. A back ache informs her that..she didn't wake up in her bed this time. The crashing of the tide, while similar, is...not what she was expecting. An initial glance around reminds her of something she feels like she forgot for a long time. A little room-- a slumbering giant; their once happy little shack...and it looks like it's been blown through by a hurricane. Dread courses through her veins-- what happened while she was gone? Their last get together refreshingly cycles through her mind. Fireflies...and a sleep over? They danced. She laughed...they all did. Even Guzma.

She bites her lip. Guzma.

With a little work, she rises and moves some debris from her hammock-side with a slow movement of her arm. It's a mess, but...that guy over there? Sleeping awkwardly in his little hammock? Has been sleeping in this mess...for who knows how long. Luna watches her friend's back-- the rise and fall of his shoulder, and wonders if she should wake him. ]

Guzma?

[ Luna pulls herself to her knees, her palm pressing into the floor and-- and into a small shard from a broken glass. She makes a small, distressed noise and brings her hand to her side-- no damage to her, but surprise, for sure. ]

Hey...wake up.

(C / wild card?)

[ Luna will be everywhere in the next couple of days. She'll be exploring the island idly with her companions and visiting other places and JUST ABOUT ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF MAN, so if you have anything or anywhere you want to meet this little tyke and/or her pokemon, just drop it here. ♥ ]

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[holdmyhand]

It's not my fault... [ she huffs, standing to her feet, the tears slowly trickling down her face. she swabs them away messily. ] N-not my fault she left on her own amazing ad-adventure...

[ and not her fault that she ended up here in the first place at all. He tries to smooth over the actual problem by commenting on a smaller problem-- the room they were standing in. She laughs softly, her head falling against his chest. So stupid, this guy. What a dummy.

And yet, it's comforting. Just what she needed. Another oddity of Guzma's. He'd probably have a word to say when she sneaks out to go on adventures but...same old Guzma. She shuts her eyes tightly-- Luna can be comforting too. Guzma's been alone this whole time. Without restraint (but some hesitation), she throws her arms around his midsection in an awkward and short little hug. A comfort circle-- that's what this is. Guzma comforts, Luna comforts. ]

I-it's a wreck... [ muffled through his shirt a bit, but still talking, and even loosing a chuckle. ] ...you're d-dramatic...

[ a mistake has been made-- she's crying now, the whole eyeballs sweating business, but...she doesn't want to show that to Guzma? It's weakness? What if he comforts her more? She's not entirely sure how to be comforted. Normally it's Luna that does the comforting. And she was basically on vacation-- is she even allowed to cry? She's been gone for months, he said.

But this spot is safe. A safe place. With a guy who is...safe. A friend. ]

[yallstupid]

[She laughs, and Guzma counts it as a small victory. He's not the best at this in any sense - in the past he'd never let a soul this close to him, but Luna is...well, she's become something important to him. He's not as bad a person as he says he is when she's around. Maybe that's why he regressed as badly as he did when she left? Luna always was tougher than him, and she could easily keep him in line. One of the few, actually.

He inhales a bit when those little arms close around his middle, but doesn't push her off. He hugged her first, had to make sure she was really there, and now she needs him to be there for her, too. Breathing out the breath he took, Guzma runs his fingers through his hair before reaching over and tugging a handful of his blanket over, for her to wipe her face. No nose-blowing, please.]

Yeah, yeah...that'd be me - your boy, Guzma. [He shifts, leaning down to pick Luna up and carry her out of the dark and messy shack.] C'mon, let's get you outta this dump. We can fix it up later, yeah? And heck knows I probably need a good scrub, too.

[It's true. Guzma's definitely looking very haggard. He also needs a shave, too, his stubble is pretty bad around his face and chin.]

[holdmyhand]

[ she takes it with both hands, pressing it into her face to try and absorb the tears. A soft cough escapes her; a desperate attempt on her body's behalf for air, and she laughs again between muffled coughs. ]

'Kay... [ give her a second, Guzma, she's just trying to figure out how to be a tough kid again, He lifts her up effortlessly, and she takes in a deep breath, loosing the blanket to the ground as he steps out into the hot sun. He takes a crack at himself and she can't help but grin awkwardly, rubbing her eye areas with her forearm. ]

Yeah...can't tell if that's you or our dump. [ she pets his head a bit. ] No worries. We'll fix it!

[ not that he seemed particularly worried about the shack being in shambles. But whatever, man, one step at a time. ]

[yallstupid]

Eh... Prob'ly me.

[He mumbles absently, though the tone of his voice has shifted with her laughter. It's clear there's a small smile growing on Guzma's face as they walk out into the midday sun. He sets Luna down onto gather up their supplies quickly - he really wasn't kidding about going to clean off. Guzma comes back with their towels and seems to hastily shove their travel size bottles of shampoo and conditioner into his pockets. Once that's out of the way, he offers the girl his hand to hold.]

Yeah, not...now though. [He desperately needs some restful sleep, and a good meal, and a whole lot more than that, but. It helps. Getting out, being there with Luna...it helps a whole lot.]