[It's been a little over three weeks after that Friday where Komasan almost ruined his life. By some sort of miracle, he didn't, but that didn't change the fact that he could have. Instead, he foolishly found himself on a """date""" thanks to his uncontrollable mouth, and now it's finally time to follow through.
At least it wasn't another Friday.
These three weeks have been especially difficult for Komasan as he mentally prepared himself for what he considered his first date ever. He read books, talked to people, practiced on Noko, ordered chocolate he hoped got delivered on time, studied television shows... Everything you could think of, but nothing truly helped his confidence. It shows as he stands at Chihiro's door, like he's done a million times before since he arrived in Goldenrod, only to hesitate despite all his prepping.
His Pokemon even helped out, mostly Chairo. She got him out of bed early, brushed his hair, even tied a little bow around his neck like any embarrassing mother would. Noko somehow managed to find a flower in this cold weather and gave it to him for good luck, which he placed behind one of his ears to make sure Chihiro would see it. She insisted upon it, she would've cried otherwise. But all this dressing up and tip-top grooming didn't seem to cut it for Komasan, it felt more like a mask to cover up all his insecurities.
Even though Chihiro pointed out he wasn't a youkai anymore, it didn't make him feel any less stranger. No one wants to date a former monster, that's what he told himself, that's like if someone's Pokemon became a human and wanted to get together with you. That's...weird. But he agreed to it anyway and Komasan couldn't for the life of him figure out why.
Still...he's already here, did he really want his hangups to cause him to stand Chihiro up? Maybe he was looking forward to this... That thought alone is almost...exciting, Komasan could feel his heart racing. Besides, he said it himself, it was only to see what would happen. Nothing's riding on this, he could do it...]
Here goes nothing, zura...
[He says to no one in particular, but looks at the empty space next to him as if Shiro were right beside him per usual. His Pokemon wished him well, but stayed at home. This is his thing, not theirs.
With a small, defeated sigh, he knocks on the door.]
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At least it wasn't another Friday.
These three weeks have been especially difficult for Komasan as he mentally prepared himself for what he considered his first date ever. He read books, talked to people, practiced on Noko, ordered chocolate he hoped got delivered on time, studied television shows... Everything you could think of, but nothing truly helped his confidence. It shows as he stands at Chihiro's door, like he's done a million times before since he arrived in Goldenrod, only to hesitate despite all his prepping.
His Pokemon even helped out, mostly Chairo. She got him out of bed early, brushed his hair, even tied a little bow around his neck like any embarrassing mother would. Noko somehow managed to find a flower in this cold weather and gave it to him for good luck, which he placed behind one of his ears to make sure Chihiro would see it. She insisted upon it, she would've cried otherwise. But all this dressing up and tip-top grooming didn't seem to cut it for Komasan, it felt more like a mask to cover up all his insecurities.
Even though Chihiro pointed out he wasn't a youkai anymore, it didn't make him feel any less stranger. No one wants to date a former monster, that's what he told himself, that's like if someone's Pokemon became a human and wanted to get together with you. That's...weird. But he agreed to it anyway and Komasan couldn't for the life of him figure out why.
Still...he's already here, did he really want his hangups to cause him to stand Chihiro up? Maybe he was looking forward to this... That thought alone is almost...exciting, Komasan could feel his heart racing. Besides, he said it himself, it was only to see what would happen. Nothing's riding on this, he could do it...]
Here goes nothing, zura...
[He says to no one in particular, but looks at the empty space next to him as if Shiro were right beside him per usual. His Pokemon wished him well, but stayed at home. This is his thing, not theirs.
With a small, defeated sigh, he knocks on the door.]