bonercity | originshipping ft. nata

_{[ Next day, Wallace had sneaked out of the bed much earlier than Steven and had readily prepared breakfast. Wallace took the liberty to eat his, Steven's remained on a small TV tray next to the bed for whenever he woke up. Something like this, only they were little Goldeen instead, dusted with cinnamon and honey. An assortment on fruit on whipped cream framed the oval shape plate they were on. Next was Steven's coffee, which was the Sylveon one. Eggs and bacon were on the side on its own plate, and they formed a happy face.

This isn't uncommon for Wallace. It's expected of him.

As for him, he was looming over the other side of the pool, wearing black swimmers trunks that cut about mid-thigh. He was giving his Whiscash specific instructions, a little treat pinched between his fingers.
As much as he loved his Whiscash, it was a little slow when it came to making things beautiful like the rest of his Pokemon. He really had to work with this one. ]}

Philipe, do you remember your directions? Surf first, then Aqua Tail. Remember when the tide is high; that's your key.

_{[ His Milotic was also out of his Pokeball, studying both of them with most of his body curled up close to himself. ]}

[ it wouldn't have been difficult to do so - as well put-together and sharp as he could be, steven stone is a not a morning person. but he wakes up at his own pace, fueled only by the light sounds of splashing.

once he stretches and rubs the sleep out of his eye, he spots wallace and his pokemon going about their training. he smiles, watching them silently as he attends to that adorable little breakfast waiting for him. never being at home meant that home-cooked meals were sparse, so he enjoys wallace's for all that they're worth.

once he's cleaned off his plate, he takes a poke ball from his belt to release metagross, who floats on over to greet milotic. it's been friends with the water-type for as long as their trainers have, so steven figures a chance to catch up is in order. he, on the other hand, approaches wallace with his coffee mug in hand. ]

You two look like you're working hard.

_{[ The Milotic instantly perks up upon seeing his friend appear; Metagross took up a lot of space; it was convenient it could float like that. Wallace's attention is also put on Metagross. ]}

Jacques, go ahead.

_{[ And so, Jacques also floats, sort of circling Metagross and releasing small, melodious sounds. He looks Metagross in the eyes after circling for a moment, little nostrils flaring before he gives Metagross a nosebump right in the middle of its cross. Otherwise, Jacques lands where he is, curling his tail around himself and keeping his attention on his friend.

Wallace looks at Steven with a sigh of exasperation. ]}

Hard is putting it lightly. Did we not disturb you already?

_{[ there's water all over the floor. Obviously they had been doing something.
Of course, Philipe's attention is set on Metagross now, and Wallace has to snap his fingers to get his attention again. ]}

Philipe! Focus!

[ dual steel/psychic typing is nicely convenient that way. it's also a lot quieter and less disturbing to levitate - steven doesn't want any broken floor tiles under his poor friend's weight. being made of metal is hard.

he watches the two friends go about their business with a smile, which sinks a bit when his attention goes back to wallace. it's as if last night hadn't happened at all... but if that's how he preferred it, steven wouldn't say a word. ]

You know me. I like my sleep. [ and a sip of his coffee. ] Sorry if I distracted you - I'll leave you to it.

[ and he'll saunter off back to his bedside to grab the dirty dishes. leaving them to be handled by the host isn't being a good guest, after all. ]

_{[ Jacques is a chattering thing when the occasion called for it; but thankfully his voice is very pretty to listen to. Who knows what he was yammering on about to Metagross.

Wallace watches Philipe as he finally decides to dive under the water and swim briskly to the other side. His Oblivious ability came in handy with battling; it was a pity Wallace didn't fight much with him because otherwise it just sort of makes Philipe difficult to with.

He keeps his eyes on his Pokemon, but replies to Steven: ]}

You sleep like the dead.

_{[ and then, his friend walks back to gather up his dishes. Wallace pulls his gaze to Steven, analyzing his movements. Philipe does the combination as he is told and Wallace misses it, but the splash of water from his display drenches Wallace. It startles him and he runs his hand down his face to get the water off— he sees irritated for a hot moment, then starts laughing lightly.

Most of his Pokemon would probably be chaffed that Wallace didn't see it, but not Philipe. He drifts to the edge of the pool and opens his mouth.

TREAT TIME. HE DON'T GIVE A FUCK. ]}

[ metagross is much quieter, but listens intently to its friend go on about what-the-fuck-ever. they worked well in tandem that way, with the steel-type honing in more on the thoughts behind the words.

at wallace's reply, he can't help but snicker. ]

I've been called worse.

[ his dad used to call him a slakoth, okay. but the comment is brushed off with ease as he heads to the kitchen, knowing the layout of wallace's home almost as well as his own. he takes his time with returning, but when he does, he takes the time to straighten out his clothes and smooth out any obvious creases before slipping his suit jacket back on.

the only thing left to do now was leave, wasn't it? ]

_{[ Wallace could be strict with his commands, and so, he commands Philipe to do it again— Steven can hear his voice from all the way to the kitchen and back. He's rooting Philipe on as he performs the technique, his voice echoing in the large pool slash bedroom.

By the time Steven returns, Wallace has awarded Philipe with plenty of treats, and even though he says they're done, Philipe still remains at the edge of the pool with his mouth open. Wallace holds his teeth tight, then reaches out to force Philipe's mouth shut. ]}

That's enough.

_{[ phew. He stands back to his feet from crouching and shuts his eyes, wringing out his hair before shaking his head back and forth, small droplets falling off of his hair. He opens his eyes and spots his friend, then smiles softly. ]}

Ready to start the day, then?

_{[ looks like he has other ideas. ]}

[ he lets wallace's encouraging words to his pokémon fall on his ears as white noise, making sure his expression is in his usual steadfast smile when he returns to the main room. he moves to the edge of the pool where metagross and jaques are resting, hopping on his pokémon's back to offer the milotic a pat on the neck before directing the steel-type's movement towards wallace and pierre.

he watches wallace silently, and finds himself wondering how any human could ever be so beautiful.

...but that's to be put behind him. he intends for this to be a farewell, but somehow wallace doesn't seem to share the sentiment. ]

As ready as we can be. Right? [ he looks down at metagross, who replies with a metallic grunt that is most likely a "yes". ]

_{[ Jacques croons, nearly resting his head into Steven's palm. Usually he isn't as expressive as he is today, but it really has been awhile since he's seen Steven and his Metagross. Enthusiasm is acceptable today.

At Steven's response, Wallace puts his hands on his hips. ]}

Excellent!
—I'll take a while to get ready.

_{[ ????
With just that, begins to leave the master bedroom / ridiculous pool. ]}

—Make yourself at home!

[ wait what????? the fuck????? that wasn't remotely close to what he meant, but wallace is already out of the room before steven figures out that he's been misunderstood. he sighs, looking at jacques and pierre with an exasperated expression. your trainer is a handful. ]

All right, then...

[ once wallace is gone, he retreats metagross to its poké ball and gives a parting glance to the water-types before leaving, opting to wait for wallace in the sitting room. he wants a bit of lap company though, so he releases one of the ten thousand beldum he owns from its ball to pass the time until wallace is done.

what on earth has he gotten himself into? we just don't know. ]

_{[ their trainer is a hot bitch that you might get to fuck sometime in the near future if you don't fuck it up, steven.

Jacques and Phillipe glance at each other at Wallace's exit, but this just means more playtime for them in the water.
And so, the serpentine slips in the water smoothly, hardly causing any ripples to form as Phillipe follows lead. They begin to race towards the end of the pool with one another and then back. They do this the rest of the time.

Wallace takes his time getting ready, ensuring he looks tip top for the day.
He comes out in this, entirely too over-dressed for simply hanging out and doing things with his friend... boyfriend? Whatever. They never sat down and made any of this clear. Still.

He returns, all set to go and is only missing his signature beret.

Once their trainer steps into the room, they both halt, only a few waves shifting back and forth in the pool as they readily await Wallace's commands with respect. (Maybe they were trying to hide the fact they were getting carried away and having too much fun.) ]}

—It's been awhile since we've gone into town together! Surely you have time for that with me, don't you?

_{[ Wallace calls out as he keeps his back to Steven and admires himself in the mirror of one of his vanities, all the while adjusting his hat properly on his head. ]}

[ yeah, a hot bitch who is also a handful. head over heels in love or not, that's always going to be a trait that steven defines him as. there's no working around that one.

they certainly could have made that relationship clear last night, but that didn't happen... so wallace has only left a very silently confused steven who's under the assumption that his affections have been refuted. but he had promised himself that they would remain friends if that was the case, and this was something that they did as friends all the time.

he turns his neck when he hears wallace's voice calling out to him, a hand idly stroking his beldum's cool exterior as it dances around his hands. ]

I thought you said you didn't have any plans for today. [ to be honest, he was considering heading down to rustboro to wish his dad a happy new year... but maybe that can wait. ] But you're correct. I have all the time in the world.

Splendid! Ah, I didn't make myself clear, then.
When I say I don't have any plans, that means I have all of the time in the world for you, Steven.

_{[ he says this as he finishes a few touch ups. The lip gloss reappears on his lips. It helped him not get chapped in the wintertime too.
With that, he turns around and goes over by the pool, returning Phillipe and Jacques in their respectful balls. Wallace does notice the disturbed water and some puddles on the floor.

He makes a small thoughtful sound before heading to the exit, which is the hallway he just came from.
They'll walk where ever they are going. ]}

[ shit. that makes his breath hitch for a moment, and beldum has to bring him back to earth and inquire to why its trainer is acting like a fucking weirdo. he clears his throat to snap hiself out of it, standing up and fixing his cravat before following wallace out with beldum floating behind him. ]

I see.

[ he doesn't want to look like a trailing lilipup, so he makes sure that they're walking side-by-side with beldum floating between them. ]

Don't leave me in the dark, then. Tell me what you have in mind.

_{[ your trainer is always a fucking weirdo don't act shocked. ]}

Not one for surprises today, are you, Steven?
_{[ to be honest, he has nothing spectacular in mind. In fact, it might be something Steven should expect.

He glances at the Beldum with a look of fondness. He'll inquire it about it later. ]}

I suppose not...

[ he's definitely a little (read: a lot) less chill than usual, but to the eyes of a passerby, he's acting as calm and cool as always. for wallace, it should be easy to spot.

he gives beldum one last snuggle once the reach the foyer, returning it to its poké ball before grabbing his coat. ]

But you'll be making it a surprise anyway, right?

_{[ Wallace waits, watching Steven as he buttons up his coat. He seems a little antsy during this process, but once Steven is finished, he takes the liberty to brush off Steven's shoulders.

Apparently there was something there and he couldn't stand it.
This puts him in front of Steven. ]}

If you were to do anything today, what would you do?
_{[ A pause. ]}
—Besides caving. I'm not wearing these heels any place like that.

[ the touch to his shoulders makes him tense, but only for a fleeting second. god, he needs to get a better grip on reality and clear his head somehow. being this jittery wasn't going to help with anything.

but wallace's comment does make him chuckle. ]

Not to worry. I wouldn't subject you to that. [ he manages a gentle smile, looking at his friend fondly. ] I can't think of anything in particular... though I'd at least like to treat you to lunch. I owe you for breakfast.

Shopping it is, then!

_{[ oh god. ]}

Treat me to lunch?
_{[ when Steven says treat you to lunch it's always like some fucking ritzy place too. IT'S FUCKING LUNCH, STEVEN, EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU HAVE MONEY YOU DON'T NEED TO GET 100 DOLLAR STEAKS FOR LUNCH. ]}

Well, I can't say "no" to that.
_{[ god, they're so gay. ]}

And dessert, too?
_{[ and he goes with it. he goes with it and makes it even worse.

Dessert, what kind of dessert are we talking about here? He even winks when he says it and painfully leaves it at that.
Wallace opens the door, waiting for Steven to step out first.

Though, as soon as Wallace sets foot out after Steven and locks everything up, he opens his mouth to say something, but his phone is getting blown up with notifications.
So he's gonna be rude and tend to them. ]}

Yes, dessert too.

[ god, he hopes that wasn't innuendo. or maybe he doesn't? fuck, he doesn't know what he wants anymore. everything is too all over the place, and he's just plain uncomfortable. good thing he's good at hiding stuff like that.

but he already has a very nice, very expensive restaurant in mind for them. FUCK THE POLICE IF HE'S GOT MONEY HE'LL SPEND IT. but in the meantime, he'll just let wallace attend to whatever he needs to and send his dad a lil' happy new year text himself. ]

_{[ It's funny. Seeing two celebrities walk down the street with their noses pressed into their phones like it was nothing. Wallace is even dialing a number now and holds it to his ear. Never mind the first text he got from his sister whom he messaged back; he goes straight to speed dial when it comes to his niece. ]}

Lisia-chan, how are you, darling! I'm sorry I didn't text you straight at midnight I was—
_{[ a glance at Steven. ]}
—preoccupied with the festival I attended.

_{[ there is some excited yammering on the other line, and Wallace laughs a little. ]}

—Well, that's nice of you, I appreciate the text message!
_{[ ... ]}
Ah, well, yes, that is right. But we'll talk about all of that some other time.
_{[ MORE CHATTERING. Wallace has to hold the phone away from his ear. He never knew where she got so much energy from. Wallace himself was expressive enough, but she was a whole new level. ]}

Of course, my cupcake, I'd love to see it sometime—
_{[ this might be awhile. He gives Steven that sort of look like he just made an awful decision to call her. ]}

[ with how often steven makes himself known in public with his travelling, he's thankfully managed to quell the large crowds that liked to follow him at the beginning of his championhood to just the odd fan every so often looking for an autograph or a selfie. it's good for his own privacy, and that means being left alone at times like this, which he definitely wants.

he keeps himself busy while wallace is on the phone with a group text to the elite 4, along with well-wishing messages to roxanne and the young champion from littleroot. he keeps his eyes on the screen, but his lips do quirk into a bit of a shy smile when wallace mentions the night before by name. but that little quip turns into something more amused when he lifts his gaze and sees the exasperated look on his face, to which he simply shrugs his shoulders at. you got yourself into this mess, bruh.

once wallace is finally able to hang up, steven chuckles. ]

She gets it from you, you know.

Ahhh, yes, I know. I know.
_{[ was he being scolded for something now? ]}

Yes, I'm sure she is beautiful and elegant as ever— just like how you are. Vous etes radieuse ma petite pamplemousse— hm? I hope you've been at least practicing.
I have to take care of some things. I'll try to text you more often to make up for it, how is that?
Mmhmm. Hah, alright, have a good afternoon. Bonne journée~

_{[ phew. As if that wasn't exhausting enough, he hangs up and looks at his next text message, which is from Winona. He watches the text for a moment before Steven's words get his attention, a bit of a delayed reaction. ]}

Oh, please.
She does not.

Not that aspect of her, in any case.

You two have much more in common than you think. At least, that's what I gather - you've yet to introduce us, you know.

[ he's only heard wallace talk about her every so often, along with seeing her wonderful performances on tv (and a few live). it's not difficult to guess that she and wallace are related, that's for sure.

arceus know who else is texting him (though he has an idea, and he has to shove that green-eyed monster down into the depths), but he makes sure that he doesn't bump into anyone by taking ahold of his arm and making sure he doesn't walk into incoming pedestrian traffic. you have a good friend, wallace. ]

_{[ He does keep his eyes on his phone, but he seems distracted.
Instead of replying to the text, he merely slips his phone in his pocket and carefully guides Steven's hand from his arm to his own hand. They're holding hands in the street again— the street of his home city. ]}

Oh. Yes, ah. She's.. something else. She's preparing for another contest, it sounds like. And she really wants me to attend in the audience since I've never found time to do that before.

_{[ HE JUST SNUBBED HIS EX RIGHT THEN AND THERE. ]}

Edited 2015-01-22 07:08 (UTC)

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lmfao i just picture a nosebump and metagross being pushed back a little bit

gentle boops that just send it wobbling away

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwNi8dzj0S8

except the glass breaks and everything hurts

water floods, people dying

children screaming, all because of a single boop

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