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writetomyheart2020-02-01 05:10 pm
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[Team Three] Curry and Competition
Everyone needs a Pokemon AU at some point, right?
The last train home pulls out of the station.
Kenma doesn't look back as he pulls his backpack higher on his shoulders. "Let's go, Grookey," he says quietly. The small monkey chatters excitedly next to him. That makes one of them.
It's not that he's not excited, he's just nervous too. This is the farthest he's been from home in his life, and his first time traveling alone. There's a lot to keep track of, even with the notebooks and cheat sheets he's made for himself for easy reference. Most of the trainers competing in the league are from cities a lot bigger than Postwick; they'll already have an advantage if he's not careful.
He takes a deep breath and squeezes the toy in his pocket for luck.
Grookey tugs on his pant leg and looks up expectantly.
He steps out of the station and into the city.
The sights and sounds of Motostoke assault him from all sides--chattering voices, grating clanks from the lifts, shouts of excitement, water rushing through the canals. It's nothing at all like Postwick; he's pretty sure there are more people in the square in front of him than live in his entire hometown.
If the last train hadn't already left, he'd be of half a mind to turn right around and go back home, but Grookey's tugging on his leg again, and he's not giving up that easily. He retreats to the relative safety of a sheltered corner and takes out his map. First stop, the Motostoke Gym to complete his registration. If he has his bearings right, and he's pretty sure he does, then he won't even need to brave the lifts.
He sneaks a pokeblock out of his pocket and passes it to Grookey. It's not the same as sharing a pot of curry, but Grookey doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the treat seems to have made Grookey even more excited. If he weren't so well-behaved, Kenma would worry about him running off and getting lost.
It's not hard to the find the gym. Following the noise would have gotten him there even without his map. There's a whole crowd already gathering outside to see the competitors. If it's this big now, how big will it by the time the opening ceremonies formally start tomorrow?
He skirts around a suspicious man with a Pokeball head and breathes a sigh of relief once he makes it into the gym lobby. At least it's quieter in here, even if some of the other trainers are intimidating with their color-coordinated uniforms and sleek looks.
He picks his way around the edge of the space, avoiding eye contact. He's so focused on his shoes he doesn't notice the other boy approaching the registration desk until he bumps into him.
"Sorry," Kenma mumbles. "You go first."
"No, you go. Me and Scorbunny'll take another look around!" He runs back in the other direction with Scorbunny skipping alongside him.
Kenma steps up to the counter.
"Welcome to the Motostoke Gym. Are you looking to register for the gym challenge?"
Kenma nods and takes out his completed forms, all safely labeled and tucked into a folder for safekeeping. It still doesn't feel entirely real, not even when the clerk stamps them and hands him his brand new trainer card.
"The opening ceremonies start promptly at 10am tomorrow. Don't be late! We've booked rooms for all new prospective challengers next door at the Budew Drop Inn for convenience. Ask any of the staff outside for directions and they'll be happy to show you the way."
"Thank you," Kenma mumbles as he returns all of the paperwork to its folder and slides it back into his bag.
He walks out of the gym and back into the chaos and noise of the cheering crowd. He doesn't bother asking for directions; the hotel is next door, and he already had it marked on his map anyway. Hopefully it will be quieter there than it is by the gym.
"Welcome to the Budew Drop Inn, how may I help you?" the person behind the desk asks as soon as he steps inside.
"I'm here for the gym challenge," Kenma says. "They said we should stay here."
"Of course. We're excited to have you! There are so many challengers this year we had to double book some of the rooms, but we like to think of it as a chance to get a head start on meeting new friends. I'll just need your league card for a minute to confirm your reservation. Thank you. You'll be in room 312. It doesn't look like your roommate is here yet, but I'm sure they'll be along soon. Would you like someone to help you bring up your things?"
"I think I'll be fine, thank you," Kenma says. He wonders if it's too late to leave and look for somewhere less crowded.
Just then, the boy from earlier runs into the hotel. He nearly crashes into the desk before he catches himself. He hands over his league card, then waves to Kenma while he waits. "Did you just get here too?" he asks.
Kenma nods.
"Cool! My name's Kuroo by the way. What room are you in?"
"312."
"Hey, me too!" Kuroo grins. "That means we're meant to be friends, right? What's your name."
"Kenma," Kenma mumbles.
"Look, your Grookey and my Scorbunny seem to like each other," Kuroo says, pointing to where the two Pokemon are chattering away. "Let's go get settled in. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
"Me too," Kenma admits. Kuroo's not helping. How can one person have that much energy? Kenma's exhausted just thinking about it.
Kuroo herds him toward the elevator. Grookey jumps into Kenma's arms as the doors close, and Kenma can't help but laugh when Scorbunny tries to do the same to Kuroo and nearly kicks him in the face instead.
"What do you think of curry for dinner?" Kuroo asks as he unlocks the door to their room.
Kenma's stomach growls. "I like curry," he says quietly. "Apple is my favorite."
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The last train home pulls out of the station.
Kenma doesn't look back as he pulls his backpack higher on his shoulders. "Let's go, Grookey," he says quietly. The small monkey chatters excitedly next to him. That makes one of them.
It's not that he's not excited, he's just nervous too. This is the farthest he's been from home in his life, and his first time traveling alone. There's a lot to keep track of, even with the notebooks and cheat sheets he's made for himself for easy reference. Most of the trainers competing in the league are from cities a lot bigger than Postwick; they'll already have an advantage if he's not careful.
He takes a deep breath and squeezes the toy in his pocket for luck.
Grookey tugs on his pant leg and looks up expectantly.
He steps out of the station and into the city.
The sights and sounds of Motostoke assault him from all sides--chattering voices, grating clanks from the lifts, shouts of excitement, water rushing through the canals. It's nothing at all like Postwick; he's pretty sure there are more people in the square in front of him than live in his entire hometown.
If the last train hadn't already left, he'd be of half a mind to turn right around and go back home, but Grookey's tugging on his leg again, and he's not giving up that easily. He retreats to the relative safety of a sheltered corner and takes out his map. First stop, the Motostoke Gym to complete his registration. If he has his bearings right, and he's pretty sure he does, then he won't even need to brave the lifts.
He sneaks a pokeblock out of his pocket and passes it to Grookey. It's not the same as sharing a pot of curry, but Grookey doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the treat seems to have made Grookey even more excited. If he weren't so well-behaved, Kenma would worry about him running off and getting lost.
It's not hard to the find the gym. Following the noise would have gotten him there even without his map. There's a whole crowd already gathering outside to see the competitors. If it's this big now, how big will it by the time the opening ceremonies formally start tomorrow?
He skirts around a suspicious man with a Pokeball head and breathes a sigh of relief once he makes it into the gym lobby. At least it's quieter in here, even if some of the other trainers are intimidating with their color-coordinated uniforms and sleek looks.
He picks his way around the edge of the space, avoiding eye contact. He's so focused on his shoes he doesn't notice the other boy approaching the registration desk until he bumps into him.
"Sorry," Kenma mumbles. "You go first."
"No, you go. Me and Scorbunny'll take another look around!" He runs back in the other direction with Scorbunny skipping alongside him.
Kenma steps up to the counter.
"Welcome to the Motostoke Gym. Are you looking to register for the gym challenge?"
Kenma nods and takes out his completed forms, all safely labeled and tucked into a folder for safekeeping. It still doesn't feel entirely real, not even when the clerk stamps them and hands him his brand new trainer card.
"The opening ceremonies start promptly at 10am tomorrow. Don't be late! We've booked rooms for all new prospective challengers next door at the Budew Drop Inn for convenience. Ask any of the staff outside for directions and they'll be happy to show you the way."
"Thank you," Kenma mumbles as he returns all of the paperwork to its folder and slides it back into his bag.
He walks out of the gym and back into the chaos and noise of the cheering crowd. He doesn't bother asking for directions; the hotel is next door, and he already had it marked on his map anyway. Hopefully it will be quieter there than it is by the gym.
"Welcome to the Budew Drop Inn, how may I help you?" the person behind the desk asks as soon as he steps inside.
"I'm here for the gym challenge," Kenma says. "They said we should stay here."
"Of course. We're excited to have you! There are so many challengers this year we had to double book some of the rooms, but we like to think of it as a chance to get a head start on meeting new friends. I'll just need your league card for a minute to confirm your reservation. Thank you. You'll be in room 312. It doesn't look like your roommate is here yet, but I'm sure they'll be along soon. Would you like someone to help you bring up your things?"
"I think I'll be fine, thank you," Kenma says. He wonders if it's too late to leave and look for somewhere less crowded.
Just then, the boy from earlier runs into the hotel. He nearly crashes into the desk before he catches himself. He hands over his league card, then waves to Kenma while he waits. "Did you just get here too?" he asks.
Kenma nods.
"Cool! My name's Kuroo by the way. What room are you in?"
"312."
"Hey, me too!" Kuroo grins. "That means we're meant to be friends, right? What's your name."
"Kenma," Kenma mumbles.
"Look, your Grookey and my Scorbunny seem to like each other," Kuroo says, pointing to where the two Pokemon are chattering away. "Let's go get settled in. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
"Me too," Kenma admits. Kuroo's not helping. How can one person have that much energy? Kenma's exhausted just thinking about it.
Kuroo herds him toward the elevator. Grookey jumps into Kenma's arms as the doors close, and Kenma can't help but laugh when Scorbunny tries to do the same to Kuroo and nearly kicks him in the face instead.
"What do you think of curry for dinner?" Kuroo asks as he unlocks the door to their room.
Kenma's stomach growls. "I like curry," he says quietly. "Apple is my favorite."
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