--shit's supposed to record my voice? Why the fuck would I want to leave a message on this thing anyway? They should know who the fuck they're calling if they're calling me in the first place, and obviously I'm not gonna pick up if I don't like them so...
[Naki's grinning though and he motions for Tsukiyama to follow him inside. It's a quiet little café and there aren't very many people around at this time of night. He takes a seat at one of the corner tables where there isn't anyone nearby though, as usual.]
Well yeah, maybe I didn't have to. But I got bored and this looked like fun, so. I think I remember hearing that someone was going to get someone a present for their anniversary here over the network? I figured it was a normal thing to do, I dunno.
[He shrugs a bit. It's not really self-conscious or anything, just an explanation.]
Ah, well...I suppose it might be, I wouldn't exactly know.
[It makes sense, doesn't it...? After all, here they are and it's for anniversary purposes anyway, and Meridiana had explicitly asked him if he wanted to spend time with her later in the day, so observing it at all isn't exactly unusual; with regards to presents, though...maybe it's like birthdays, who knows.]
Are you wanting me to open it now, or...?
[He assumes so, because Naki is not a patient nor a subtle man, but...]
[He just kind of headtilts at the package for a moment, though he does seem more than a little amused at it; apparently he has both the restraint and the...ah, respect for the wrapping job to at least work at getting the tape off and removing it that way as opposed to tearing into it.
It takes a little patience (because, again, tape) but he does get it open; Naki, what in the world have you given him.]
Once you've got that wrapping paper off you'll find a nice box! It looks like a book, but it's obviously not one, you can lift the "cover" to open it up. (It's probably some sort of horrible Pokémonized version of a classic, take your pick it's not like Naki would know the difference.) Nestled inside are six Pokéballs, but they're definitely not normal Pokéballs at all.
Each one of them has the top painted in a different pattern. It's surprisingly well-done given Naki has never mentioned painting before. The patterns should all be incredibly familiar as well - they're all taken directly from your clothes. They aren't exact since Naki had to do them from memory, but that shouldn't be much of a surprise. There's even a Pokéball painted like the lie pants! How was he supposed to resist.]
...I got bored one day and this is apparently what fell out of my squids' heads, so here we are.
[Naki leans back a little and runs his hand through the back of his hair. This was perfectly fine until you actually opened it, what the hell.]
[It takes Tsukiyama a moment to respond once he's got the box open; he's smiling despite himself, though, the expression open and genuine, the sort of thing that happens when you're not aware you're doing it or putting any thought into it whatsoever. It's...softer than his usual expressions, but it's deeply pleased anyway.]
Monsieur, this may genuinely be the most endearing thing I've ever seen.
[THIS IS THE STUPIDEST THING HE'S EVER FOUND CUTE, WHAT THE HELL.]
[It's a half-hearted complaint at best though and Naki's obviously trying not to look too pleased with the praise. He spent a few days on those, so he's really glad you appreciate them.]
...Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. I'm shit at picking out things for people so...
[So arts and crafts!! He had no idea he was so interested in this sort of thing until he showed up here.]
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[Naki's grinning though and he motions for Tsukiyama to follow him inside. It's a quiet little café and there aren't very many people around at this time of night. He takes a seat at one of the corner tables where there isn't anyone nearby though, as usual.]
Well yeah, maybe I didn't have to. But I got bored and this looked like fun, so. I think I remember hearing that someone was going to get someone a present for their anniversary here over the network? I figured it was a normal thing to do, I dunno.
[He shrugs a bit. It's not really self-conscious or anything, just an explanation.]
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[It makes sense, doesn't it...? After all, here they are and it's for anniversary purposes anyway, and Meridiana had explicitly asked him if he wanted to spend time with her later in the day, so observing it at all isn't exactly unusual; with regards to presents, though...maybe it's like birthdays, who knows.]
Are you wanting me to open it now, or...?
[He assumes so, because Naki is not a patient nor a subtle man, but...]
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[You need way more wrapping paper than you think you do...]
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[He just kind of headtilts at the package for a moment, though he does seem more than a little amused at it; apparently he has both the restraint and the...ah, respect for the wrapping job to at least work at getting the tape off and removing it that way as opposed to tearing into it.
It takes a little patience (because, again, tape) but he does get it open; Naki, what in the world have you given him.]
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Once you've got that wrapping paper off you'll find a nice box! It looks like a book, but it's obviously not one, you can lift the "cover" to open it up. (It's probably some sort of horrible Pokémonized version of a classic, take your pick it's not like Naki would know the difference.) Nestled inside are six Pokéballs, but they're definitely not normal Pokéballs at all.
Each one of them has the top painted in a different pattern. It's surprisingly well-done given Naki has never mentioned painting before. The patterns should all be incredibly familiar as well - they're all taken directly from your clothes. They aren't exact since Naki had to do them from memory, but that shouldn't be much of a surprise. There's even a Pokéball painted like the lie pants! How was he supposed to resist.]
...I got bored one day and this is apparently what fell out of my squids' heads, so here we are.
[Naki leans back a little and runs his hand through the back of his hair. This was perfectly fine until you actually opened it, what the hell.]
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Monsieur, this may genuinely be the most endearing thing I've ever seen.
[THIS IS THE STUPIDEST THING HE'S EVER FOUND CUTE, WHAT THE HELL.]
...Thank you.
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[It's a half-hearted complaint at best though and Naki's obviously trying not to look too pleased with the praise. He spent a few days on those, so he's really glad you appreciate them.]
...Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. I'm shit at picking out things for people so...
[So arts and crafts!! He had no idea he was so interested in this sort of thing until he showed up here.]
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[God, he's going to be looking these things over for approximately the next year, excuse him...]
You really do never fail to surprise me with these hidden talents of yours, you know.
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Well it's not like these were my first try or anything! I've got a bunch of rejects and I'm not sure what the fuck to do with them...
[Well you're not getting any eye contact ever, thanks asshole.]
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[...Naki.]
You don't have to be so shy about it, you know.
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[He's so fucking shy.]
Yeah, well-- I'm glad you like them!
[And that's entirely too loud, but you know what, he tried.]
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I don't have anything for you at the moment, myself, but I imagine that paying for the cake today will surely make up for at least some of that.
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[That's teasing though and Naki's relaxing again.]
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[That's likewise teasing, however; all the damn cake you want, all right.]
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[NAKI NO]
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[YOU SHOULD SEE HOW MUCH THIS MAN SPENDS ON CAKE actually you don't want to it's really embarrassing.]
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[SIR...]
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[He's trying so hard not to smirk, it's not working.]
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[Don't you dare make him laugh with something that dumb, why.]
She's good for things like that, always has been.
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Yeah, she seems pretty cool. We talked about parfaits too.
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She'll probably ask you to take her out for parfait at some point, you know; don't be surprised if you end up paying.
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