majorcrotchgrab | 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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A bit of both.

[Blake...

can't even be grossed out or offended. He's too confused.]

Seriously?

[Raikov's surprised Blake isn't throwing a fit - it's a pleasant surprise though.]

Yes. Why?

[Blake is eyeing him sidelong.] Just wouldn't figure I'm some cute litle twink's type.

[Blake he is significantly taller than you]

[The Russian lowers his voice a bit although it's not really noticeable. It's mostly his tone that changes.]

Cute little twink, am I...?

[He wets his lips and brushes some of his hair behind his ear.]

I'm not too picky. Keep up the pleasant attitude and you could become my type.

Woah woah woah.

[Blake's free hand goes up in a warding gesture, and he pulls the screen far away from himself.]

I don't give a damn what you do, but I'm not that kind of guy.

[A hint of an edge enters his voice.]

And I don't want you acting like I am.

You did call me cute though.

[He pauses, tapping his fingers against his lips in thought.]

If you were that kind of guy, I'd give you a night you'd never forget. No one else would ever be able to satisfy you like I could.

That was hypothetical. You asked what I'd call you if I was the kind of guy who was into that shit, there you go.

[He says it quick, but doesn't hang up quite quick enough. For a second, something in his eyes looks spooked.]

I said drop it!

[He looks down and straightens his shirt. Then he just looks like an old cop who's seen it all.]

Just keep it in your pants, huh?

And try wearing some now and then.

I asked you earlier and you responded with a literal description. I didn't force you to answer a second time.

[Raikov notices the look in his eyes and raises an eyebrow curiously. There's more to Blake than he's letting on and now he's determined to find out what.

He's also going to ignore the suggestion about wearing pants more often.]

... The offer still stands, nonetheless. I wouldn't mind seeing your face twist in delight at how talented I am with my mouth.

[Blake doesn't like the curiosity on Raikov's face.

Right now, for his part, what his face is twisted in is semi-tolerant distaste, like at that guy you know who's had a couple too many and whose jokes are getting annoying. A Donny, you are out of your element kind of look.

It's safer territory than anger.]

All right, that's enough screwing around out of you.

[He hits the button to hang up.]

[Raikov chuckles to himself, hoping that offer sticks in the back Blake's mind. He's just painted a giant target on himself and Raikov's determined to get him to crack. Watch yourself, man. When the Russian is challenged, he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants.

His Joltik, however, disapproves. And she lets him know by glaring at him. Raikov just grins and pats her on the head.]

I'd apologize, dear, but I'm not sorry. You'll just have to accept your papa's devious habits.

[Katya just makes a face (somehow) and disappeares back into her sand trench.]

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