Mad Hatching Skills
@Crys

capturercrys:

Crystal, meanwhile, had already finished undressing herself and begun pulling her normal red tank top over her head—after untying her ponytail and putting a bra on, of course. She breathed a soft sigh and slid a pair of her black and yellow shorts up her legs after she got her shirt on, wondering if she would even need to wear her sweater. After all, they would be walking a lot, and she would probably just take it off anyway.

Contemplating this, she sat down on the edge of her bed, snatching the bracelets which bore her poke balls from her end table. “Well, that was stupid of me,” she murmured, scolding herself for leaving them out in the open. The room may be hers, but what if someone had broken in? They could have taken her Pokemon from her.

Fastening the bracelets to her wrists, Crystal stood and looked around the room, the hair tie she had previously been using in hand. “Now, where…?” she mumbled quietly, trying to locate her other matching red band. After a moment, something bright crimson, a contrast to the light blue of her carpet caught her eye and she grinned—it was indeed her misplaced hair tie. “Ah, there it is!”

Now she was hesitant. She didn’t particularly enjoy standing in front of her mirror but she felt as though she must in order to make sure that her twintails were evenly matched. So, despite this, she went over to her vanity mirror and tied her hair into its normal style as quickly as she possibly could. She gave a small smile when she realized she was ready and grabbed her bag, shoving her light pink sweater inside it. She decided that if she needed it she would simply take it out.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she headed for the door of her room. A sudden bright smile broke out across her lips as she reached for the knob as realization hit: she was going to spend time with Gold, something she had longed to do since they had trained together under Kimberly. And although she would have rather visited Violet’s theme park when she was younger than now, she knew that Gold would make it enjoyable for her.

Of course, Crystal would never admit that to him unless he said the same thing. With that thought in her mind she shut her door and hurried back down the stairs—she knew that Gold would be waiting impatiently for her return. She waved at him as she stepped into the living room, that unusually large smile still on her face. She wasn’t surprised at all to find him lounging lazily on the couch again, so that didn’t faze her at all.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she announced, hoping Gold would be okay with her lack of sleeves. “We can leave now if you’re set, too.” Now that she got to thinking about it, she hardly ever took off her sweater around him. He never really did see much of her skin, though seeing her arms wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

Gold glanced over at Crystal, then stood up with a grin. “Alright, cool. Let’s go.”
He walked over to the door again and stepped outside. This is gonna be cool, just me and Crys hanging out. Heh heh, yeah. Gold chuckled to himself, then put his hands in his pockets. He hoped he could tell Crystal how he had been feeling around her lately. It’s not like he had ever felt like this before. He shook his head. That wasn’t important right now.

Turning back to Crystal’s direction, he grinned again. “Come on Super-Serious Gal, we haven’t got all day,” he said as he sent out Togetaro. “The place is going to close before we even get there with how slow you walk!” He chuckled, patting the Togekiss on the head.

@Crys

capturercrys:

“Get your legs off of the table,” Crystal scolded, not wanting Gold to leave mud from his shoes on her furniture. Not only did she dislike the lack of cleanliness, her mother would most definitely disapprove and would know that she had had someone visiting her. “Were you raised in a barn? I mean, really.”

She contemplated her question for a moment. Gold had been raised among dozens of Pokemon, but that didn’t mean that he had to act like one. Crystal shook her head and breathed a soft sigh when he shifted positions and stood. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.

Did he really expect her to leave the house in her current condition? She looked like a complete mess! She hadn’t even wanted him to see her in such a way, let alone strangers at a public place. Crystal roughly crossed her arms over her chest as she too stood, glaring at him.

“Gold! There is no way I’m leaving the house looking like this,” she said, looking down at the clothes she wore. She didn’t look very professional, and she wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath her shirt—she hoped Gold hadn’t noticed that. “Are you insane? Give me a few minutes to change, and then we can go.”

She, of course, would change into her regular outfit. The citizens of Violet were used to her wearing such a thing, and besides, it was impractical to wear anything that differed from it in style to an amusement park. Without waiting for Gold’s answer, she turned on her heel and trudged up the stairs to her room, pouting slightly.

"Nah, not in a barn, a house with a bunch of Pokemon," he chuckled. Gold blinked. He stared after her, folding his arms. "I think you look fine like that though!" He sighed as she disappeared, leaning against the wall. He’d never seen Crys’ room before, and he was curious to see what it looked like. But Crys was changing in there. He snickered to himself, glancing at the stairs. …Nah, it’s not worth getting kicked in the face, Gold. Go find something else to do.

Glancing around, he wondered what he was supposed to do to while Crys was in her room. He walked over to one of the windows, looking outside and watching a Pidgey peck at the ground. Man, snorefest. He turned away from the window again, shaking his head. He probably couldn’t find anything to do in Crys’ house without her yelling at him for something, so he decided to go back and lay down on the couch.

@Crys

capturercrys:

“Perfect,” Crystal exclaimed, clasping her hands together. She knew that up in her room, in her bag, she had extra money that she had received from working with Professor Oak. Since by now the Academy had been completely repaired, she didn’t see any reason to continue donating to it and had begun receiving her own salary. “We’ll do that, then.”

She really was pleased that they would be able to spend time together. It wasn’t often that Crystal was able to go anywhere with a friend, especially one such as Gold, who she was close enough to consider him to be her best friend. Of course, her hidden feelings played a part in that excitement, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that.

She then blinked—that was a good question. There were still a few hours until either of them would get hungry, so they wouldn’t have to leave until then. But what were they to do to waste time until that happened?

“Um, well, we could stay here and find something to do,” she mumbled awkwardly, realizing how odd that must sound. It was already a bit strange that she was allowing Gold to sleep over. “Or just walk around the city for a while. Violet has its own theme park, you know.”

"Alright, sounds cool." Gold chuckled softly, putting his legs up on the table. He glanced at her, grinning. It had been a while since they went anywhere together, and Gold was looking forward to it. Even if Crystal was super-serious and scolded him a lot, she was still his friend.

Gold blinked. The amusement park? When was the last time he had gone to an amusement park? He thought for a moment. That was a long time ago… Would I really have fun there? He sighed. Crystal seemed like she didn’t want to sit around the house until dinner, so Gold figured they might as well go there. Besides, he might as well get as much out of them hanging out together as he could.

"Yeah, I guess we could go there. Ride some rides… Win some crap…" He shrugged, grinning again. "That’d be a good way to past the time at least." He looked out the window. "So, let’s go then." He stood up, forgetting how Crystal was dressed and that she wouldn’t go out of the house like that.

@Crys

capturercrys:

goggles-and-poolcues:

“I dunno,” he mumbled under his breath, shrugging. “Some people need them…” He shook his head. What was he talking about? “Well anyways, uh…” He blinked, staring at her for a moment. Go out to dinner? Was she asking him on a date? He raised an eyebrow. Nah, Crys would never do that. That’s just my imagination.

Gold shrugged. “Going out to dinner sounds cool I guess.” That way I won’t have to help her cook. “So… Are you gonna pay?” He grinned, hoping she would say yes, but he knew she wouldn’t.

“Well, then that’s settled. Later on we’ll go out to eat somewhere,” Crystal said with a small smile. She was actually excited for their outing—but why? Was it because her subconscious was still insisting that it was technically a date?

No, she scolded herself, not wanting to make anything seem the slightest bit awkward. It isn’t a date, so stop thinking that it is! It’s just a friendly outing. Friends go out to eat all of the time. Just because we haven’t before now doesn’t mean anything. And Gold probably doesn’t think anything of it, either.

Crystal shook her head, sighing softly. Between her thoughts and Gold’s ignorance, she was going to go insane. “Why should I have to? Though I don’t think it would be fair if you paid alone, either,” she murmured, crossing her arms and appearing to be deep in thought.

She looked him over, trying to judge whether he would even be able to pay. She really had no idea what his source of income was, nor did she really want to know—it was probably gambling or something of the sort, which Crystal didn’t exactly approve of. Gold seemed like the type to spend his money willy-nilly, too, so chances are, she might end up having to pay no matter what they decided on. She hoped that such a situation wasn’t the case, though, because she really did not like using too much of her money on things that were unnecessary.

“We could split the payment,” she offered, hoping he would go along with the idea. It was better than forcing either one of them to pay the full bill, wasn’t it? “That way neither of us will have to argue over who’s going to pay the whole thing.”

Gold blinked. Split the payment? So much for Crystal paying for the whole thing. How much money did he have on him right now anyway? He frowned, feeling in his pocket. Mom gave me some money earlier… I don’t know if it’ll be enough though… Oh well. He shrugged again. “Yeah, I guess that’ll work.”

He glanced out the window, then looked back at Crystal. “So what are we gonna do to pass the time until dinner then, huh?” Maybe I could tell her how I’ve been feeling around her…? He shook his head a little, blushing lightly. No way, that’d be too weird. "Er… any ideas Crys?"

@Crys

capturercrys:

goggles-and-poolcues:

Gold cleared his throat, turning away from her. “Well, uh… Me neither… unless you had a… a maid or something.” He shook his head, then glanced at her. He noticed the blush she had on her face and smirked a little. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, considering he had been blushing as well.

 Leaning back against the couch, he yawned quietly. “So, uh… what about dinner, Crys?” He glanced at her again. “Are you, uh… I mean… Are… we going to cook stuff or something?” In order to avoid another one of her lectures, he decided that it would be better to help her.

“I don’t have a maid. Why would I?” Crystal looked at Gold, raising her eyebrows. Sometimes he could be such an idiot. But, he was probably just trying to get off of the subject that had made both of them blush, so she didn’t object to it and simply gave him an answer.

She thought for a moment, considering what he had said. She usually cooked her own dinner—her mother had taught her to live on her own, so she was forced to learn how to cook in order to survive properly. But Gold probably wouldn’t want to help her, despite his implied offer to do so.

So, what was the only solution to such a thing? Eating out, of course. It’s not a date, she assured herself in her mind to counter the shade of pink that made its way onto her cheeks again at the thought.

“Well, we could always go out to eat somewhere,” she suggested, glancing at him once she had calmed her hormones. “I usually do cook, and it’s nice of you to offer to help—if that was what you were doing, anyway—but it is a bit back-breaking sometimes. If you’d rather go out somewhere, I’m all right with that.”

"I dunno," he mumbled under his breath, shrugging. "Some people need them…" He shook his head. What was he talking about? "Well anyways, uh…" He blinked, staring at her for a moment. Go out to dinner? Was she asking him on a date? He raised an eyebrow. Nah, Crys would never do that. That’s just my imagination.

Gold shrugged. “Going out to dinner sounds cool I guess.” That way I won’t have to help her cook. "So… Are you gonna pay?" He grinned, hoping she would say yes, but he knew she wouldn’t.

@Crys

capturercrys:

goggles-and-poolcues:

“Ow! Hey, come on Super-serious Gal, it was a joke!” He rubbed his head, frowning at her. “You don’t have to treat me like a king or something, you’re Crys. You don’t do that stuff, because you’re different from other girls. Special, you know.” He blinked, realizing what he had said. “…Uh… I mean like… my friend and whatever… You know.” He chuckled nervously, a faint blush on his face.

“It better have been a joke,” mumbled Crystal crossly, crossing her legs and folding her arms over her chest. She hoped that Gold didn’t think of her as a slave of sorts, because there was absolutely no way that she would serve him like one. She would make sure that he knows it, too.

She glanced at him in surprise. What had he just said? Special? Since when did he use such a term to describe her? That was very uncharacteristic for Gold, Crystal thought.

He certainly was acting strangely. Even if he did try to cover up his little comment with an mention of their friendship, she still found it to be odd. But she decided not to address it further other than murmuring a soft “thanks” under her breath. Crystal was clearly embarrassed by what he had said.

She turned her head away from him in an attempt to hide the blush on her cheeks. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice, and if he did, that he wouldn’t make some sort of smart comment about it. “I don’t… I don’t see the point in treating someone like that anyway. That would just show that I have no dignity,” she said, clearing her throat. “But I do have dignity, unlike a lot of girls who wait on men like maids…”

Gold cleared his throat, turning away from her. “Well, uh… Me neither… unless you had a… a maid or something.” He shook his head, then glanced at her. He noticed the blush she had on her face and smirked a little. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, considering he had been blushing as well.

 Leaning back against the couch, he yawned quietly. “So, uh… what about dinner, Crys?” He glanced at her again. “Are you, uh… I mean… Are… we going to cook stuff or something?” In order to avoid another one of her lectures, he decided that it would be better to help her.

@Crys

capturercrys:

goggles-and-poolcues:

“You must be busy a lot then,” he said, thinking of all the times he’d come to her house before. “You work too much, that’s what I think. Luckily for you though, you have me. I’m a lot of fun. …At least, that’s what other girls tell me.” He smirked for a moment, then blinked. Why had he said that? How many other girls had he actually known? Not many, that was just something he said to boost his own ego.

“Er… anyways, uh…  don’t know why you wouldn’t be okay with it… I just thought since ‘m a guy and stuff you’d think it was weird… but since it’s fine…” He walked over to the couch, flopping down on it. “I’ll just chill here then. It’ll be cool, you can… take care of me and stuff. You know ‘cause I’m your guest…” 

“Of course I’m busy a lot. I have work to do, I can’t just ignore it,” Crystal said as she sat down beside him on the couch. She decided to ignore what he had said about ‘other girls’, for fear of letting lose and yelling at him or worse—crying because the statement had upset her. She wasn’t sure if Gold had even ever been in a relationship, but she did not like hearing such things all the same.

She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her hands in her lap as she leaned back, resting her head on the back of the couch. Did he really expect her to take care of him? She wasn’t a maid—she certainly didn’t look like one the way she was dressed. Just because she was the host did not mean she would cater to his every whim. They were best friends (though Crystal silently wished for something more), and she would not do such a thing.

And so, for saying such an ignorant thing, she reached over—without opening her eyes—and whacked the back of his head with her hand.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not going to do that!”

"Ow! Hey, come on Super-serious Gal, it was a joke!" He rubbed his head, frowning at her. "You don’t have to treat me like a king or something, you’re Crys. You don’t do that stuff, because you’re different from other girls. Special, you know." He blinked, realizing what he had said. "…Uh… I mean like… my friend and whatever… You know." He chuckled nervously, a faint blush on his face.

@Crys

capturercrys:

goggles-and-poolcues:

“Whoa, whoa, calm down. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, I’m just not used to you wearing clothes like that.” He shrugged, grinning. Definitely not a bad thing, he thought to himself. Wait, what am I thinking? Damn it, Gold, stop it.

He blinked when she spoke again, bringing himself out of his thoughts. “Sleepover, huh?” He laughed. “Alright, I guess I could. …I mean, you know… if you’re really okay with that. Eheh…” Yeah, sleeping over at Crys’ house. Friends do that stuff, right? It’s normal, right? Right. 

At her scolding, he was once again brought out of his thoughts. “Aw come on, that’s no fun. I like being spontaneous. You’re all serious and stuff, you need some spontaneous stuff in your life.”

“Not a bad thing?” Crystal was surprised that he had said such a thing to her, so in awe, she repeated it. She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts hidden in the back of her mind, and crossed her arms roughly over her chest. “W-well, this is how I usually dress when I’m at home and I’m not doing anything. Apparently, you’ve never visited me when I wasn’t busy before now.”

She crossed the room to the coffee table and set her book down onto it after placing her bookmark on the page she’d left off on. She glanced back at him, raising her eyebrows. If she was really okay with it? Why wouldn’t she be? She decided to vocalize this opinion with a tilt of her head.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with it? I’ve known you for years. I trust you.” She plucked a hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair up in only a single ponytail, having not been able to locate her second red ribbon. Frowning slightly, she wondered for a moment where it could have gone, but then shrugged, thinking that it didn’t really matter what her hairstyle was presently.

Crystal considered what she had said as she looked away from him for a moment to study her reflection in her nearby vanity mirror, making sure that her ponytail wasn’t crooked. It was true, she did trust him—more than she should, she figured. She couldn’t control her feelings for him, but she more or less kept them hidden. She hoped that he didn’t recognize how she felt.

Thankfully, it was things like his arrogant and obnoxious manner that made it easy for her to hide such things. Slightly irritated, she turned to face him once more. “Being spontaneous does not mean being inappropriate, which is something this would be considered to be,” she stated promptly.

"You must be busy a lot then," he said, thinking of all the times he’d come to her house before. "You work too much, that’s what I think. Luckily for you though, you have me. I’m a lot of fun. …At least, that’s what other girls tell me." He smirked for a moment, then blinked. Why had he said that? How many other girls had he actually known? Not many, that was just something he said to boost his own ego.

"Er… anyways, uh…  don’t know why you wouldn’t be okay with it… I just thought since ‘m a guy and stuff you’d think it was weird… but since it’s fine…" He walked over to the couch, flopping down on it. "I’ll just chill here then. It’ll be cool, you can… take care of me and stuff. You know ‘cause I’m your guest…"