RYOUGA. 🦇

okay, waitttttt, that's tea. sorry for being a little shit; i hope you find yourself the lesbian of your DREAMS.

girl, body *tea!* つまり俺はイケメンです!!

nuh-uuuhhh.

yes, all my clothing’s baggy as fuck once i don’t have to wear that vampire shit on stage. *yes,* my body’s tea underneath all them layers. never let them know your next move.

girl, how the *hell* are you killing three-quarters of a man.

yeah, i get that! sometimes you just gotta’ make sure, right?

( his mouth stretches into a devilishly playful grin as lance takes ahold of his slushie—and then a bit more as he watches his eyes light up. )

good, right? this nearby pokémart sells ‘em for, like, *cheeeeeap* cheap.

like, *yeah,* of course. i was offering, silly.

( he shakes it around a little bit—half in a bit of teasing indignation, and half so the syrup doesn’t end up settling at the bottom underneath the ice. a small blep of his tongue sticks out, playful, jesting. )

heeeeere ya’ go.

( turns to lance. he can assume he *doesn’t* want the juul, but he dangles the slushie in front of him inquisitively as if asking if he wants a sip. )

( got a cheri berry slushie in one hand and a cheri berry juul bar in the other.

life is good. )

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NOOOOO I LOVE HER I PROMISE ryouga’s just shaking her!!!!!! girl get uppppp!!!!!!

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@gentlndeath.bsky.social silky i TOLD u to get ur sleepy ass out this bed

and i think *you* know the answer to *that.* come on, don’t be shy.

( one hand latches onto proton’s collar as ryouga stands up slowly, intending on pulling the rocket executive off to somewhere a bit more secluded. )

*that's* up to my manager at this point.

( he's never been so distinctly aware of his face, save for when he first put his makeup on as orion; perhaps he'll appreciate this feeling once it's gone, but for now, it's an annoyance. )

oh, yeah? what's next, huh? weavile? beartic? *mega abomasnow?*

oh, no, i think you *could.* just waitin' to see if you *can.*

( two fingers tuck underneath proton's chin, tilting his head up somewhat. )

so? what's the move now? you tryin' to get me alone or what?

no, because, like, you're going to be the *first* to know. oh, bitch, i have to tell you about *everything* with tsuma, that was *insane*. i *HATED* that motherfucker!

( ryouga quickly switches sitting positions, kneeling on the chair instead. )

that womanizing creep! i should've kicked his ass.

maybe i *would* say yes, if you think you could handle it.

( his hand moves to tuck some of proton's hair behind his ear, gently brushing his shoulder up against him to bring them just that *tiny* bit closer together. )

you're callin' *me* a charmer? look at *you,* stud. i ain't the only one.

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i let his cunty ass possess me for a few minutes my bad DSFGRGFG

picture, he's fine as fuck. his name is kenta. i'm like 'okay. this is fine. have fun, invite me to the wedding out in paldea or whatever.'

it has not been *two days.* bitch—*bitch!* *GUESS* who i saw at amity square with fucking kenta.

( he SLAMS his hands on the table. )

her *SISTER!*

—'girl, this better not be like tsuma, because if it's like tsuma, i'm gonna get violent.' and she's like 'nooooo, he's really sweet! he works at the poffin house, he's so good with pokémon and stuff.' and i'm like 'okay, sure, do what you want, you're a grown-ass woman. fine.' she shows me his—

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so she comes up to me yesterday, and she's like 'ooohhhh my god, ryouga, i just met the nicest guy, he's the total package, blah-blah-blah,' and mind you—*love* the bitch. day one. she has *terrible* luck with guys. i'm talking *teeeeerrible.* her last boyfriend was a *shitbag.*

so i'm like—

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giiiirl, you don't—hang on. you don't know the *half* of it.

( ryouga assumes a backward-seated position on the chair, wrapping his arms around its back. )

so, the girl i was going to see—the one who i thought owned this house? she's like— ( crosses fingers. ) —my *bestie,* the love of my life.

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as often as i *can*—ack!

( two fingers pinch at one of his cheeks, causing yet another scrunch of his nose as he lets out a whine of fake anguish. now she's *really* acting like aunt memory. )

yuh-huh. they're cold as fuck. you've got snorunt for hands.

( now *this* is something he can *certainly* get into. ryouga rolls his shoulders slightly as proton's arms wrap around him, sitting perched atop the rocket exec's lap. )

what's got *you* so handsy, big guy? you lookin' for something? 'cuz it feels like you are.

( oh, he doesn't mind at *all.* )

— [ @throneofstone.bsky.social | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘... 29! ]

( ryouga's eyes follow the tip of steven's pen as it winds and trails against the back of his hand, watching all of the curlicues that come with the champion's writing. he can't quite make much out, but he can see *something.* )

whassit' say?

daaaamn. champ down. 😔

i just *know* that blender smells insane.

girl, don't do it. darkrai is waiting in the *wings* for your ass.

ugh—*yeah,* it's annoying as fuck. it's like she can never remember her *own* home address.

( proton's willingness to listen, however, pulls ryouga's ear—and all of a sudden, he's pulling up a chair in this stranger's home. )

okay, wait, are you *sure* you want the tea? it gets, like, *meeeeessy.*

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CHIITAN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!

hff. whatever you say, *auntie.* i told you, there ain't nothin' wrong with my face.

( wrong! well, sort of. there aren't any new nicks or cuts, but the dark circles on his eyes are dark circle-ing. )

a flick of a pierced tongue sticks out in protest. )

come *onnnnnn-uh.* your hands are cold.