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⊰x 𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎! x⊱
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pokémon centric café romance rp? you bet.
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lumiose city's most cozy and chill cafe, eevee's espresso, has been around for years in the heart
of kalos. with drinks and pastries served by both trainers and humans alike, it's hard to resist
the charm of this small café. of course, if everybody was giving into it's cutesy charm, they
wouldn't be going out of business soon. whoops! it's a win for staryubucks everywhere.
however, for a last-ditch effort for money, the café has decided to start a new program.

a dating service.

the most frequent customers at the café have been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to find the loves of their lives through, what else, coffee. it's a bit unorthodox, but, hey, the entry
fee was enough to keep the place afloat- what's the worst that could happen?

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this is a semi-lit roleplay
but i won't count every
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promise. a cool 300+
words is a nice post.
quality over quantity,
bros.
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i'm only allowing one
character per person
and if you want to join,
please shoot me a pm!
characters aged 21-25!
anime fcs too!

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this rp was made by a bi
person and if you have
problems with lgbt+
this rp isn't for you.
gay rights and trans
rights baybeeee!

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discord is appreciated!
everyone will be treated
fairly and with love.
i love everyone and
will expect love back.
everyone holds hands.

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lol don't join and
leave, i want this rp
starting two days
after spots are filled!
no rp rot here gamers.
get those forms up luv.
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pokemon teams should
be unique, fun, and
don't have to be
balanced! we will
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dates, so please no
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chipper, upbeat, and even
if they're a bit of a dummy,
they're lovable to a fault.
played by beef.

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soft spoken and shy, they
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and pen, thank you v much.
played by jen.

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down to earth and a daydreamer
at heart, most likely to be found
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workaholic. seriously, give them
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or a tax deduction. either or.
played by ghost.

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with formal mannerisms and
a desire for the high life, they
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played by hera.

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they actually work at the cafe,
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played by noe.

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smart, inquisitive, and quite
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brash, loud, and the life of the
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played by grim.

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a bit of a player, they might've
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or maybe they really need love.
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they don't want to be here. gruff
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played by bee.

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a bit childish but we let it slide.
probably still cuts the crusts
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played by xiao.

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a bit of a mysterious one, what
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more sour than they let on.
played by harb.

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- cappuccino x soda
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please pm me for reservations,
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first come, first serve! c:
1/12 spots remaining!

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xxxxsticks had always been an early riser; notorious for not letting anybody in maki's apartment complex remain blissfully unaware that his partner pokemon was awake and wanted attention. while she was above hitting him with her stick, she was completely fine with peeling off the bright, purple led lights off of the walls and beginning to chew them. fire hazard aside, maki was forced to wake up, scold her, and tape them back to the wall a whole hour earlier than his alarm designated.

xxxxdespite the splendid start to his day, maki could've seen things going much, much worse. for starters, the extra hour was used to ensure all of his pokémon got time outside of their ball, and he could actually pick out a nice outfit rather than just wear the same merch shirt for the second day in a row. wearing his own merch to a potential first date might seem like a bit of a pretentious jerk move, so it was dutifully replaced with a clean shirt, jean jacket, and whatever pants weren't dirty. hopefully his future date didn't mind the dirty laundry pile in the back of his room. it was part of the apartments charm at this point, to remove it would be like removing a table or taking away one of the twenty grookey plushies he'd collected over the years. it simply wouldn't be the same without them.

xxxxonce all of his pokémon are ready to return to their pokéballs, sticks crawls onto maki's shoulders and cheerfully awaits the beginning of the day. it's strange to not wake up and immediately head over to his gaming computer, but he's actually excited to do something for a few people, rather than a large, screen audience for once. something about being 'officially selected for the first dating service from your friends at eevee's espresso bar!' just made him feel like a giddy yamper. the cafe's texts are all proper capitalization and punctuation (stark in contrast to tamaki's liberal use of emojis and exclamation marks), getting straight to the point after a few introductory texts: name? age? what do you do for work? what are you looking for in a potential partner? and he tries his best to answer them without having to impress anyone with his on-stage persona; it's a first for him.

xxxxmaki walks at a fast clip from the metro station to the coffee shop, barely taking the time to appreciate the bright colors of kalos in the fall: leaves every shade of pastel yellow to crimson-purple to everything in between, crisp sunlight filtering through the branches to dapple and dance on the sidewalk. maki mentally runs through the short list of things he knows about this dating scene as he rounds the corner and jogs across a crosswalk, trying his best to arrive on time. sticks must have some knowledge- or sixth sense about their situation- because she tries her best to fix his flyaway hairs with her hands as they show up. she either really cares about maki's relationships, or wants another person in the house to ensure she gets spoiled rotten. both aren't totally out of the question, but he chooses to believe the first one. he'd been a wreck after his last breakup, and the two of them, and his twitch followers, don't need another mental breakdown over a sappy dating simulator.

xxxxthe café is only one metro stop away from tamaki's own flat. it’s quaint and cozy, nestled between a book store and a deli in a brick building covered with ivy. the quiet saturday afternoon is filled with the soft hiss of the espresso machine, mixed with the sound of chirping pokémon nearby, and the thrum of soft acoustic guitar over the speakers- a soft background beat to it all. when he's noticed by the lady at the front, tamaki is given a nice, lengthy form to fill out, as well as a printed nametag. he scribbles his name down as legibly as he can, and signs it off with a few hearts and stars before slapping the sticker on his shirt.

xxxxwhile he tries to fill out his waiver, (which is made much harder by the fact sticks really wants to hold the pen), maki is told that he's the first to arrive. which comes with the bonus perk of being able to pick the most comfortable space in the seating area. so he does just that; taking temporary refuge in a comfy chair next to the fireplace.

xxxxwhen he hands the nice lady the completed form back, he's allowed to take a free drink of his choice from the counter. he picks a drink that won't upset his stomach, and reaches in his pockets for his missing phone. playfully chirping on his shoulders, tamaki realizes that sticks has already taken his phone, and is tapping away at some game about collecting different variants of meowths. although most trainers would be upset at their pokémon stealing their possessions, tamaki playfully nudges sticks to let him get a better view of the screen. she happily lowers it as they find themselves more invested in the screen than the possibility of new faces arriving at any second.

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indent<3Being late wasn’t even a possibility for Takibi, since they had handled all the necessary precautions the night before so that the morning would be smooth sailing. It started with an alarm – six, in fact. (They may have a hard time falling asleep, but once they’re out, they’re out.) Once they finally rose from their small, twin-sized bed they were slow to make their way to the kitchen, their twin-dragonairs following close behind. The pokemon knew that breakfast always came first, but it was a surprise that it was happening so early in the day. Usually Kibi either A.) didn’t eat in the mornings because they weren’t hungry or B.) got up, fed the pokemon, and then went back to bed only to wake far later into the day. But today was different. Special, even. Today they actually had plans (a rarity) in the form of a dating service at their local café.

indent<3With such a big day ahead of him Kibi knew that he should have something to eat, regardless of whether he actually wanted to. Helping himself to a small bowl of oatmeal – he didn’t want to get too full, seeing as his stomach was already doing flips – Takibi released his remaining pokemon out so that they could all get their fill of their own servings; which consisted of various chopped berries and small portions of granola. Once everyone was satisfied Takibi left the pokemon free to roam the studio, and went back to his wardrobe to pick out his clothes. Of course, he had already planned out what he was going to wear the night before but he didn’t want to get dressed until after breakfast, just in case he accidentally made a mess.

indent<3The clothes that they had picked were nothing too special – an oversized sweater thrown on over a comfy pair of joggers – but they were satisfied with the look. A perfect blend of comfortable and presentable. There wasn’t a whole lot left to do in terms of getting ready, so for the next hour Kibi was left to find other ways to fill the time. It was no surprise when they found themself sitting out on their balcony, sketchbook and pen in hand, looking down at the bustling city-life below. From this high up Kibi had an amazing view of the city: a nearby park, a fountain plaza, and the distant Prism Tower being the most notable landmarks. The view was actually one of the reasons that Kibi got this studio-flat; that, and the fact that rent wasn’t too terrible.

indent<3After spending the hour drawing the sights they saw, Takibi felt far more relaxed than they had earlier. They were still extremely nervous, sure, but not so much a wreck. It was finally time for them to head out and, surprisingly enough, they actually felt ready. Kibi never really liked being alone, and while they still had their pokemon – which they would always, always consider their closest friends – they missed having that special connection that came with dating. They’re hopeful that something good will come from this dating service – but they’re ready to be let down. A hope for the best, prepare for the worst -type of mindset.

indent<3Grabbing a plain black cap on their way out the door, Takibi set off down their complex’s stairs at an even pace, and released Marston out of his pokeball when they made it to the sidewalk. The sawsbuck had a good idea of what was happening, kneeling down so as to make it easier for Takibi to get on his back. Once they were finally on, Marston set off at a quick trot at his trainer’s request. With the pokemon taking the lead Kibi was able to get a better look at the beautiful colours that autumn provided, admiring how the plants on Marston’s antlers had changed with the seasons.

indent<3It wasn’t too much longer until the duo had arrived at the café; Kibi sliding off the deer’s back, thanking him before putting him back into the pokeball. Taking in a deep breath, Kibi debated who they should bring in with them. Navi would be the easiest, seeing as she’s by far the smallest and therefore draws far less attention, but she’d probably end up biting someone. Retro was also small, but he usually slept the majority of the day, and Kibi didn’t want to wake him, so the snom was off the table, too. Marston was far too large to be comfortable inside the cozy café. All that was left was the dragonairs, but Kibi couldn’t bring out just one or else the other would riot… There was always the option of going in alone but... actually, no, that wasn’t even an option in their mind.

indent<3When the two dragonairs were released from their pokeball they let out cries of happiness at the sight of their trainer. Not wanting to waste any more time, Takibi gave them each a pat on the head before quickly entering the building. It was a familiar sight, of course, seeing as they came here often. After a quick glance around the interior of the building they found themself staring low, the brim of their hat shielding them from any unwanted eye-contact.

indent<3He hastily filled out the paperwork that the attendant provided him, his shaky hand making their handwriting look more like scribbles. Once they were finished Takibi handed back the papers with a polite smile, soon finding his way to his usual spot; a nice bench that was situated below the window, allowing them to look out at the people who passed by. Pulling his legs up into a more comfortable position, Takibi pulled out his notepad once again, doodling silly little doodles while his pokemon curled up near him.

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hypeHaruhiko was by no means, on heaven or earth, a morning person. It would be a stretch to even say the young man had anything close to resembling a coherent schedule in his life. With the only near-constant being the late nights he spent scrounging the city for new –well, new to him- old, dilapidated buildings to explore. The kind with molding wallpaper and a roach problem, the kind that looked like the set for a bad horror movie. Frankly it was a miracle that he didn’t have fleas, given all the time he spent in such shabby locations. Okay, so like one time it had happened but that was four years ago and he was officially flea free now.
hypeOf course the previous night had been no exception to the rule. In fact the redhead had stayed out so late with Amp weaving in between his legs and tripping him up at every turn that he’d almost been up long enough to watch the sun rise. Not quite, but almost. Just late enough that the morning glow touched the horizon, the glittering stars were chased away, and the birds twittered to life. He had not seen the sun rise any further than that though. Instead shambling into his bedroom and face planting, still in his dusty, cobwebby clothing, to immediately pass out.
hypeNeedless to say when his alarm wailed at him mere hours later to wake him, he was not enthused. Grousing about how it was still ‘too early’ and berating himself for completely forgetting that he had signed up for the dating program at the café. It had seemed fun at the time but now, as he dragged himself out of bed and tottered to the bathroom, it seemed less so. But his drowsiness was nothing a cold shower couldn’t cure, as he discovered too late that he had twisted the wrong knob and was instantly drenched to the bone in ice-cold water that had him yelping and reeling backwards so quickly the back of his head connected with the wall. An effective wakeup call, if ever there was one. And he very hastily finished his shower, emerging smelling like the off-brand sandalwood three-in-one shampoo he always purchased due to its charmingly low, low price of a dollar fifty.
hypeReentering his bedroom, his brows knit together as he snatched up his phone from the bed and glanced at the screen. At this rate he was going to be late. A small squeaking yawn alerted him to Amp’s presence, the pichu curled up into a tight little ball next to his pillow. Accompanied by the much larger, noodley shape of Pixy, buried underneath his blankets. She, of course, would be coming with him when he left. The last time he had dared to leave home without the furret she had thrown an absolute fit.
hypeThe rest of his routine was just as rushed as his shower. Shimmying into the cleanest pair of dirty jeans he could find from the laundry pile on the floor. (He supposed to do laundry three days ago, oops.) The jeans had definitely seen better days, riddled with holes as they were. Next went a white long-sleeved shirt that he quickly pulled a black graphic tee over. Lastly his sweatband. And then he was racing about the apartment to get everyone’s breakfast together. Securing Pixy in her pokeball once she had finished eating, and giving Buck an affectionate scratch around the scruff before he was snatching up his skateboard from the floor and fleeing the apartment.
hypeOutside the redhead’s skateboard hit the pavement with a noisy clatter, though he didn’t leap onto it immediately. Instead taking a moment to withdraw two more pokeballs. The first of which he flung straight up into the air, grinning fiendishly at the giant eagle that burst forth from it and circled lazily in the air overhead. Xenon had always been much too large for the apartment, so it had become something of a habit for Haru to let him out to soar around the city for some exercise. “Get outta here,” he cheered, watching as the bird rocketed upwards and disappeared into the clouds with a shriek. He would come back to roost on the apartment complex’s roof to await Haru’s return once he was done.
hypeThe second ball released a furious ball of energy that was on the move before she had even finished materializing. Running impatient circles around her trainer as he finally mounted his skateboard and kicked off down the street. The scorbunny eagerly blazing a path at his side as he weaved recklessly between pedestrians and cars alike at a breakneck pace. Alright, so maybe he wasn’t going to be late after all. He was making surprisingly good timing despite the late start.
hypeFifteen minutes later and he was skidding to a stop outside the café. Kicking up and catching his skateboard with a practiced ease. Pausing for just one moment longer to release Pixy from her ball before he was pacing inside. “Trix- No-” No sooner had he entered, than he realized the terrible mistake he had made. Watching as Trix peeled away from his side and bounded across the café to pester a familiar-looking green duo. Bouncing at Maki’s feet and thumping her feet impatiently to try and gain the attention of the phone-wielding grookey perched on his shoulder. “Every time.”
hypeSighing, the redhead decided to let the little hellion be for the moment. Making a beeline for the counter to fill out the form he was handed in record time and with handwriting so shabby it may as well have been scrawled by a toddler. Even the name tag he plastered to his shirt was barely legible. Clearly written with the folly of someone who had started confidently with letters much too large to ever fit. With the H-A-R being gigantic while by the end the last few letters were crammed against the edge of the name tag in an unreadable jumble.
hypeSnatching up his free beverage –a monster of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way- he turned about only to find that Pixy too had departed from his side. Electric blue eyes were quick to locate her, having joined Trix in harassing Maki and Sticks for attention. Well, havoc aside, at least there was one familiar face here. Crooked grin on his face, he made his way across the café to plunk down in the seat across from Tamaki, letting out a pained wheeze as Pixy wasted no time dragging her oversized noodle body onto his chair to drape languidly across his lap like the needy suck-up she was. “Heya Maki fancy seein’ you here. You finally get bored of your legions of fangirls?”