Just Darling! - Ren

[Milarnie Colt]

Milarnie "Arnie" Colt Me, spoilt? I just know what I want....  In her defence, The season was beginning to shift. That was the line Mila had been using while she was shopping, picking out clothing and boots and gloves and clothing and dresses and scarves and so on. She had a collection of bags so far from the wintery town, a large amount of them, and while Aida seemed to be keeping pace well enough, after a few hours, even the gijinka could tell she was slowing. "Alright! Latte break!" she announced as she pranced out of her latest shop, throwing the door open as she went which gave Aida and Zaliys time to wander out carrying her goods while Lena skipped along happily with her trainer, Minto hide herself in her trainers hair and Hatti was off arcues knew where not wanting a thing to do with all the clothes stuff. Missy was the one pokemon enjoying the town, rushing outside now she was able to and almost right away diving in in to a small pile of snow nearby as Mila and Lena started off to one of the coffee shops around the area, Aida and her rock type helper followed along sadly, and the psychic type lingered for a little.

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[Laurent Vanderbilt]

He wasn’t sure what sort of life the starly circling overhead had led until now, but he was determined to get her used to the good life. It was Marshal who had initially taken an interest in her. Ren hadn’t been able to follow the conversation in full as he could barely parse out what the water type’s croaks meant even one-on-one, but the two go on like gas and fire.

He chalked it up to her reacting very well to the Marshal’s urge to mold and guide. That was good for starting a team. Probably.

Though, if they were going to do their best, they had to be fueled and supplied their best. Where else to get the most excellent shopping done than in Glacierpeak Town? A little coffee to start their venture would be just perfect. Maybe he could figure out Marshal and Gunhild’s preferences, too?

As the man reached the door he spotted a woman approaching. No, wait! That wasn’t just a woman… The tail, the ears, the horn on her head. She was a gijinka! And, a cute one, too. Interest piqued, Ren decided to pull out his best manners and hold open the door as she approached.

“Ladies first,” he greeted.

He hoped she’d at least acknowledge him. The gods about knew he’d hate to be some coffee shop creep in her eyes.

Gunhild, meanwhile, had landed above on sign nearby to look over the situation. Marshal gazed up at her from Ren’s shoulder. The little froakie was sporting an admittedly comfortable and cozy appropriately sized jacket that the man had insisted on getting the amphibian. With her feathers, he could understand why she wasn’t heading for the door. She could probably tolerate staying outside.

[Milarnie Colt]

Milarnie "Arnie" Colt Me, spoilt? I just know what I want....  Mila strode over towards the coffee shop, Aida keeping pace with her trainer as her eyes scanned around herself and then pausing a little back. The rock type with her made no such mistake, so when someone paused in front of the group and held the door open, Lena was happily skipping through with the shiny behind her and then Mila making up the back of the group. "Aida, come on, we have company, dont dal...." the gijinka called over her shoulder to her bag ladened pokemon before she turned to glance to the body holding the door open, about to offer a flittering smile and wink before she stepped inside. Only that was no over excited child, no fangirl covered in her merchandise or smitten man who she knew was far too old to "know of her" and of course could not. She looked to the other trainer, blinking a few times over before she smiled an honest warm smile. "Such a gentleman, so rare these days" she said in a playful tone, quite having forgotten why she had paused and standing in the open doorway, cold rushing over her hooves and in to the building as warm air rushed out to heat her and Aida turned back to try and shoo Missy after her trainer and out of her snow pile.

TAG: Laurent Vanderbilt NOTES

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[Laurent Vanderbilt]

Well, the pokemon had no issues going through. Ren quirked a brow, amused at their unbothered entry, before refocusing on the woman with multicolored hair.

“Now, that’s a pity.” She’d answered! Even stopped to talk. “I’ll apologize on behalf of everyone who forgot to be courteous to you.” He spoke lightly, mindful to give her an out if she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

He knew how this played out sometimes. If a gal was merely taken off guard by the gesture, she might giggle or something like that at his words and end the conversation there. He could accept that. But, if she kept chatting…

Well, there was a counter to look over the menu on. Maybe if he was quick and clever he could find a way to signal to the staff to let him cover whatever she got…

Marshal, meanwhile, felt mildly uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he particularly minded that his trainer was… making a new friend or whatever this was, but this wasn’t the sort of ambition he was used to overseeing. It reminded him of how, despite his frequent duties overseeing his siblings and the others back at the lab, he hadn’t seen all the world had to offer.

He didn’t want to jump down on the cold ground, though. He’d wait until they were inside of the coffee shop to hop off and find himself something to keep occupied with. He envied Gunhild for the moment. She was very warm with her feathers and had already taken off overhead to enjoy another flight.

[Milarnie Colt]

Milarnie "Arnie" Colt Me, spoilt? I just know what I want....  Inside the cafe, Zaliys and Lena were already beside a booth and beginning to climb up and crawl in to it, even Hatti appeared beside the duo from under the table which earned a confused noise from the rock type but a wave of greeting from the psychic. Minto kept to her hiding place, though did peak out from it as the other trainer spoke again and mila giggled so hard her hair shook in place a little. "Oh well aren't you just lovely. Here i am used to be side stepped and shoved past and theres a darling young man looking out for me, well thats made my day" she replied, lifting one hand up to flick her hair back over her shoulder and settle it better in the middle of her back. Finally remembering her place, she took a couple of steps in to the cafe and then paused, looking back over her shoulder to the other trainer, wondering if she should invite him to follow or if, she just went to the table, he would? Aida for her part was losing a fight. She had reached missy, asked her to follow, turned and tried to head to the warmth and a rest only to earn a snowball to the back of the head for her effort. Turning around in a tornado of paperbags and fabric, she found missy grinning, another pokemon in her grip as aida sighed wearily.

TAG: Laurent Vanderbilt NOTES

credit to nat of adoxography and gangnam style.

[Laurent Vanderbilt]

Finally indoors! Marshal hopped down, relieved to give the duo a little space. The froakie considered the other pokemon. He was used to being around groups of them and Gunhild was unavailable. He might as well make some new friends.

“Hello,” he croaked, looking between the group on the booth. “I’m Marshal. It’s nice to meet you.”

Ren took a moment to tap the toes of his boots on the little rug at the entry of the cafe. No sense in tracking in snow and whatever else. It also gave him a moment to meet Milarnie’s eye. Alright, good, that wasn’t just her being polite. Or, well, she was, but not in an attempt to just get past his chatter.

Bingo.

“Seriously?” He shook his head. “Tell you what, how about this? I’ll get you a li’l treat to make up for the last jerk. Sound good?”

He came to stand beside Milarnie again, smiling down at her. Her pokemon were gathered at a booth, he spotted out of the corner of his eye. His starter had already joined them.

“Looks like our friends already snagged a spot.” And, here, he raised a hand and shrugged both shoulders. “Ah, now, where are my manners?” He held his hand out, palm up. “Laurent Vanderbilt. And, you are?”