Unlike his friend and classmate, Midoriya, Kirishima is eager to sign up for the races and thus finds himself standing in line. He has the brilliant idea to let some of his own farm-relevant Pokemon out for the occasion - Bulgogi the Tauros, Mochi the Miltank, and Ant the Mudbray - and set them apart as his by marking their hind-quarters with a red handprint stain made of Cheri berry juice. As the trainer of a particularly affectionate Ampharos, he always keeps a couple at hand and he figures this is a impermanent, safe way to dye his Pokemon's fur.
He does not think ahead to the part where other Pokemon might be attracted to the juice. Fortunately, his Machop is doing a fine job of keeping an eye on the tiny herd as they race back and forth outside the fences when the Miltank Ballet begins. Unfortunately he's not likely to intervene if something wants to dare try sampling the mark on Bulgogi, who gives a warning buck or snort of flames. No, Machop is just there to make sure the herd doesn't run too far and assure their safety. It'll be Kirishima running out of line to put a stop to things only to have to trudge right to the back afterwards. At least Mochi is friendly and having a fantastic time making friends with Moo Moo's collection and Ant is content to eat all this fresh mud respectively.
Kirishima, who seems to have never met a stranger, is prone to striking up some idle conversation with whoever is in line with him to pass the time and, of course, is eager to greet anyone he already knows.
Once he finally manages to get his name down on the sign-ups, it's time to check out the food on offer. Naturally, this means partaking in all the free samples he can manage to get short of breaking the 'take one' rule. Very few things can tug Kirishima's attention away from slaking his hunger, but fortunately for his Tauros-to-be, the temptation to partake in a curry before the race is demolished by--
Puppies! Kirishima almost sets off a small stampede with his own farm Pokemon when he beelines it for what seems to be a small petting zoo that showcases the various animals at Moo Moo Farms ( minus the bovines, who get their own little ceremonies ), including Growlithe and Yamper. It's probably more meant for little kids who already took the tour or are too bored by it, but Kirishima doesn't hold any predilections about climbing in and getting his pets on. Of course the Wooloo can only make him think of the sweet Mareep he'd had once upon a time - he was still sweet, he was just a good deal less wooly as an Ampharos now. And if the ground weren't so muddy today, he'd probably be rolling around on it with the puppy Pokemon. Naturally, he's soon counting his funds and chewing his lip at the egg booth, thinking about how to ask Bakugou about the budget when he sees the sign that says only one per customer.
"NO WAY!! HOW DO YOU EVEN CHOOSE?" He barks out incredulously, only to apologize to those who are also sharing the line with him. At that point he ends up trudging back to the pen and leaning against the railing, frowning in thought as he watches the Pokemon move about. Normally he might be able to justify one over the other if there was a type he was missing from his team but... he has both an Electric and a Fire type already. Ugh. This might have to wait until after the Tauros race is done.
Which, when it comes around to it, Kirishima will be riding in nothing but a pair of well-worn khaki cargo shorts, cowboy boots with a bucking Tauros he got from god only knows where, and a ribbon bracelet with a dangling paper-mache pokeball. Listen, at any given moment, Kirishima Eijiro is ready to pop his shirt off and spring has sprung!
eijiro kirishima | bnha/mha | ota
He does not think ahead to the part where other Pokemon might be attracted to the juice. Fortunately, his Machop is doing a fine job of keeping an eye on the tiny herd as they race back and forth outside the fences when the Miltank Ballet begins. Unfortunately he's not likely to intervene if something wants to dare try sampling the mark on Bulgogi, who gives a warning buck or snort of flames. No, Machop is just there to make sure the herd doesn't run too far and assure their safety. It'll be Kirishima running out of line to put a stop to things only to have to trudge right to the back afterwards. At least Mochi is friendly and having a fantastic time making friends with Moo Moo's collection and Ant is content to eat all this fresh mud respectively.
Kirishima, who seems to have never met a stranger, is prone to striking up some idle conversation with whoever is in line with him to pass the time and, of course, is eager to greet anyone he already knows.
Once he finally manages to get his name down on the sign-ups, it's time to check out the food on offer. Naturally, this means partaking in all the free samples he can manage to get short of breaking the 'take one' rule. Very few things can tug Kirishima's attention away from slaking his hunger, but fortunately for his Tauros-to-be, the temptation to partake in a curry before the race is demolished by--
Puppies! Kirishima almost sets off a small stampede with his own farm Pokemon when he beelines it for what seems to be a small petting zoo that showcases the various animals at Moo Moo Farms ( minus the bovines, who get their own little ceremonies ), including Growlithe and Yamper. It's probably more meant for little kids who already took the tour or are too bored by it, but Kirishima doesn't hold any predilections about climbing in and getting his pets on. Of course the Wooloo can only make him think of the sweet Mareep he'd had once upon a time - he was still sweet, he was just a good deal less wooly as an Ampharos now. And if the ground weren't so muddy today, he'd probably be rolling around on it with the puppy Pokemon. Naturally, he's soon counting his funds and chewing his lip at the egg booth, thinking about how to ask Bakugou about the budget when he sees the sign that says only one per customer.
"NO WAY!! HOW DO YOU EVEN CHOOSE?" He barks out incredulously, only to apologize to those who are also sharing the line with him. At that point he ends up trudging back to the pen and leaning against the railing, frowning in thought as he watches the Pokemon move about. Normally he might be able to justify one over the other if there was a type he was missing from his team but... he has both an Electric and a Fire type already. Ugh. This might have to wait until after the Tauros race is done.
Which, when it comes around to it, Kirishima will be riding in nothing but a pair of well-worn khaki cargo shorts, cowboy boots with a bucking Tauros he got from god only knows where, and a ribbon bracelet with a dangling paper-mache pokeball. Listen, at any given moment, Kirishima Eijiro is ready to pop his shirt off and spring has sprung!