[ oh, god he’s gorgeous. yachi continues to silently fawn and take pictures with her gear— until split went it’s pie! some of the drink and . . Z ]
O-oh, Ume, [ not at all judging, but it does carry an “oh no” tone. the meganium’s flowers flatten along with his antennae, but at least happy to have gotten her attention first. yachi looks between the tropius’ pie and her own pokemon, trying to think of something. ] Why don’t we clean that up for him? Ah, here, Mister Tropius—
[ yachi starts cleaning the strays on the floor by hand, with a little wipe. diligent thing, she is! now, to the pie . . . she can’t use a wipe on that. ]
Ume— can you use Sweet Scent, please?
[ and how can he deny such a sweet request to begin with? his flower petals shake until they give off a lovely aroma that’s perfect to remain calm and pleasant with. while yachi tries to dry up any wetness on the pie crest to the best of her ability, now with a dry napkin. ]
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[ oh, god he’s gorgeous. yachi continues to silently fawn and take pictures with her gear— until split went it’s pie! some of the drink and . . Z ]
O-oh, Ume, [ not at all judging, but it does carry an “oh no” tone. the meganium’s flowers flatten along with his antennae, but at least happy to have gotten her attention first. yachi looks between the tropius’ pie and her own pokemon, trying to think of something. ] Why don’t we clean that up for him? Ah, here, Mister Tropius—
[ yachi starts cleaning the strays on the floor by hand, with a little wipe. diligent thing, she is! now, to the pie . . . she can’t use a wipe on that. ]
Ume— can you use Sweet Scent, please?
[ and how can he deny such a sweet request to begin with? his flower petals shake until they give off a lovely aroma that’s perfect to remain calm and pleasant with. while yachi tries to dry up any wetness on the pie crest to the best of her ability, now with a dry napkin. ]
How does that look?