majorcrotchgrab | 005 || video/action for Olivine City;

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005 || video/action for Olivine City;

[Raikov's chillin' on the beach, clad in nothing but sunglasses and a black speedo. He's got the device set down next to him in the sand. His other Pokemon can be seen running around in the distance behind him. Katya is by his side like always though, sporting a tiny straw hat. lookit how stylish she is. gurrlll]

I have to say, I've got some good luck as far as traveling goes. I arrived in Olivine right after the week-long rain and now the weather is beautiful. I was never one for beaches back home but this place is amazing. There's a perfect breeze coming off the ocean, it's not too hot out... I think I'll be staying here for a while. I may even be able to work on getting a tan instead of burning like I usually do.

[Curse his semi-albinism. He looks pleased though.]

Mmm.. I never thought I'd say this but... this is the life. Even with how weird this world operates, I'm glad I'm here.

[Katya chirps in agreement from the hole she's dug in the sand. Raikov rolls on to his side to face his pokegear and props his sunglasses up slightly. There's that mischievous grin that clearly reads "I'm up to no good."]

But enough about me being all sentimental and soft. You've all had more than enough time to admire the view. If I let this go on any longer, I'll have to start charging.

[And he grabs the pokegear, thus ending the recording. What a brat.]

[OOC: Pretend this was earlier in the day.]

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[That's better. Not as good as putting some goddamn pants on, but you take what you can get.]

People say that, but I wouldn't push my luck, if I was you.

[Then, something real different comes over the guy's expression. A sudden humanity that has Blake forgetting, just for a second, to be an asshole.

It's his sort of stab at sympathy.] You've been through some shit, huh.

[Katya knows when her trainer is upset by just the sound of his voice. She crawls out of the hole she's dug and skitters on up to his shoulder so she can nuzzle against his cheek. His smile brightens a bit but only for a moment as he reaches over to scratch under her tiny chin.

Congrats, Blake. You've successfully defeated the troll in him... for the time being.]

Karma is a bitch.

[Smiling's not what Blake would do if a giant hairy spider rubbed itself on his face, but hey, different strokes and all that shit.

He lets out a heavy sigh, and there's wry understanding in his voice.]

Tell me about it.

[She's a cute spider, at least. Look at that straw hat she's wearing. Deciding he's dwelled on the stomach for longer than he should have, that cocky attitude comes back full force.]

... Besides, I think I deserve to show off and enjoy myself. It's summer, the weather is beautiful here, and I never got to go to any nice beaches back home.

[Goddamn. That is indeed a spider in a little hat.]

Hah, yeah, on Russian beaches you gotta worry about getting eaten by polar bears.

[Blake it is a large country with a variety of weather conditions.

His expression changes. He's shifting around the the tone of actually having a conversation with the guy rather than just giving him shit.]

But really now. You've never gotten any trouble for... [He waves his hand at him] ...that kind of thing around here?

[Good ol' American stereotypes. Raikov rolls his eyes but at least he's still smirking.]

Exactly.

[He's certainly surprised. Usually Blake gives him a hard time about everything. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly, his expression softening.]

I haven't. It's... really nice. Even from the first day I arrived here, I was pleasantly surprised someone immediately started flirting with me without me prompting it first.

Besides, if anyone gave me trouble, I have a good team of protectors with me.

[Two fire type dogs can be intimidating.]

[You want more of those? Blake has lots!

Actual thought and consideration comes onto his face.]

Really? You'd think wholesome fucks like this would crack down hard on anything weird. Magic animals or no magic animals.

I think because this place is already so weird, people are more accepting of things.

Hah, that's a fair point. I guess when you're dealing with man-eating ice monsters every day, you don't have time to worry about the queers.

We're far less dangerous, I assure you.

[Blake leans back a little.] You know, I'm surprised.

I'd figure a Russian queer would be a bear.

[Oh god, Blake. You've unleashed the beast again. Raikov kicks his legs up behind him and rests his chin against his hand.]

Another stereotype. Homosexual men come in all shapes and sizes.

Not everyone's as blessed as I am when it comes to beautiful though.

[And the inability to grow body and facial hair. Bishonen syndrome.]

Edited 2014-08-08 05:30 (UTC)

[Blake winces at that pose.] What are you trying to do, get on a cheesecake calendar?

[He's doing his level best not to notice any hair or lack thereof.] 'Beautiful' isn't a word that goes for men.

It can be. I get called it a lot.

Edited 2014-08-08 18:59 (UTC)

[Oh. But you've piqued his interest, Blake. This successfully distracts him from trying to be a flirt.]

... They have calendars for cheesecake...?

[This is very important.]

[on reflex, without thinking about it] By who?

[That one is easy to answer.] You know, pin-up photos. Sexy pictures.

[He holds his hand up and clarifies distinctly] Of ladies.

Plenty of people. You'd be surprised.

[He's obviously disappointed by Blake's answer and pouts a bit.]

Then why call them cheesecake? They should reward you with cheesecake for doing pin-up photos.

[Blake sounds doubtful.] Uh-huh.

[A grown man in a speedo pouting at him is goddamn disturbing.

Blake rolls his eyes.] Maybe they do. I've never done any, so I wouldn't know.

[He can get away with it because of his girlish features? idk.]

I'm not surprised.

[A pause.]

And I see you don't believe me. Humor me for a moment then. If you were gay and found me attractive, what adjective would you use to describe me?

[Without pause] White male in his late twenties, long white hair, blue eyes, average build, about six feet tall.

[lol late twenties. You flatter him, Blake.]

... That's how you'd describe me if you were attracted to me?

[He crosses his arms.]

It's accurate, isn't it?

Well... yes.

But that's no fun.

What do you want me to call you, a delicate fuckin' Siberian flower?

It's more creative than your literal description.

Although I'm not from Siberia.

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