( open ) it hurts i can't lie, remember those times

[obsessiveness]

Who: izumi and you!
What: post-event stuff; dealing w dying and exploring the void and all that
Where: anywhere you want, babey
When: first half of november
Content Warnings: tba



[ even though izumi still has to recover from the shitstorm that is last month, he really isn't the homebody type. he does spend the first few days of the month cooped up in his shared room with leo to recuperate though, before putting on something warm and set out for the day. he has a bunch of places to visit now that this world spawned up a couple of new ones, and he heard that pieces of florence has manifested here...? ]

i. galleria de funghi

[ oh how he wished he didn't fucking ask.

like okay, to be fair he hasn't dropped by any of florence's hit tourist spots back at his world since he likes to keep himself busy, but this certainly isn't the Galleria he's acquainted with. what the fuck. izumi explores the Galleria with a look of utmost bewilderment on his face, and when he gets to the infamous David statue -- ]

What. The fuck.

[ noooo who did this to you king. it's so absurd that izumi just... starts snickering to himself, his shoulders wracking in laughter. yep, he's finally lost it, because his sense of humor (if he even has any) doesn't usually stoop this low.

he can also be found with a basket, picking out mushrooms as if he's at a grocery store. at some point he's holding two of them - a handful of button mushrooms and a large portobello mushroom - and tries to make small talk with whomever's nearby.]

You know other places where I can cook? I don't wanna keep barging at the cafe all the time.

ii. trains

[ at some point, izumi will be caught up in a thunderstorm on the way home, so that means the train stations should be up and running right now. riding one brings forth a wave of nostalgia in him as he dreamily watches the shifting landscape outside the window --

until the thunderstorm stops. and so does the train.

ugh. he stomps over to the sliding doors and attempts to pry them open, but his twink arms are no match for it. defeated, he kicks the stupid doors in frustration. ]

Shit!

iii. yumenoshibuya academy

[ that's what he's calling it, okay! it just rolls off the tongue better.

anyway, the combination school/mall has become his solace over the past few months, loathe as he is to admit it. there are some places he hasn't gotten to yet, like looking through their wares. sadly there isn't much to buy here, so he has no choice but to peruse their jewelry and makeup collection, holding up an eyeliner and testing it out on his own. he can totally feel when someone's watching him though, so he's going to turn to the person responsible a little too abruptly, ruining his eyeline in the process. ]

Oi, stay quiet. I'm armed and I know how to use this, you know.

[ he clearly does know how to apply mascara that can kill a man, so don't underestimate him. ]

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[ let me know if you wanna do something else outside of these prompts! feel free to PM me or ping me at romanticizes! izumi can also be hit up at his shared room with leo if your character wants to visit him during his recuperation from death. ]

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[rotomphone]

[ Raihan hadn't had a chance to do much exploring of new areas before the Great Sleepening, but now that he's awake, rested, and has his Pokemon at his side, he's raring to go. with Torkoal at his side, he's finally getting around to exploring this weird... mushroom museum? it's clear that this was supposed to be an art museum, but the void just had to put some flavour into it.

it's all well and good until he gets to the front of the museum, with the very prominent male statue on display. while Izumi is snickering, Raihan is trying and failing to to keep his laughter held back. Torkoal just glances up at both of them, looking very confused. ]

Oh, that's rich. Who brought this place here? I wanna give them a medal or something!

[obsessiveness]

[ oh crap, someone's here with him. izumi clears his throat and paps at his own cheeks to silence the funnybone in his body before turning around to see who it is-- ]

Geh. The guy with the selfies.

[ that's the least insulting descriptor izumi's come up to a guy he just met, so be grateful. he scowls at raihan for a moment, though it's out of reflex than anything before blinking at the Pokemon beside him. ]

What's that turtle doing here?

[rotomphone]

[ don't think he didn't see that, Izumi. it's fine - a little immature humour never hurt anyone! ]

Hey, I went to the trouble of introducing myself when we met! I know I'm memorable, so that means you definitely have to remember my name.

[ and if he doesn't he's going to pout about it so hard. do you want that? probably not, but it'll at least be a cute face to disappoint. he's at least momentarily distracted by Izumi pointing out Torkoal, who looks up at him with his constantly-sleepy expression. ]

He's with me! Most of my Pokémon haven't had a chance to check stuff out for themselves, so I wanted to start showing them around...Torkoal's an old soul so he likes quiet places like this.

[obsessiveness]

Yeah, yeah. You're... Rayban, right?

[ like the shades? but izumi may have remembered raihan's name anyway and was just messing with him in his own little way, so it's fine.

and if anything, izumi's much more interested in the turtle than its trainer himself. he narrows his eyes at torkoal, as if waiting for him to do something, and when he confirms that it's just a sleepy old turtle - ]

Is it like, heating up? I can feel it from here.

[ it does look tame enough compared to the other creatures that roam around this world, at least. ]

[rotomphone]

Oof... Way to hit me in my ego, mate. [ he cringes, but it's in good humour. ] Raihan! If you're trying to mess with me, you'll have to try way harder than that.

[ he even emphasizes the syllables to make sure of it! the followers on his socials would never let this sort of misremembrance fly without condemnation... but his followers aren't reachable right now, so he'll just have to let this slide. ]

Yup! Torkoal burn coal in their bodies, so he's like a portable space heater. [ with a short little huff, he lets out some greyish-black smoke from his nostrils. ] Cute, right?

[obsessiveness]

I wasn't even trying...

[ complete deadpan. but the guy seems like one of those unflappable types, so izumi won't push it for now.

he cautiously approaches the torkoal, hovering his hands over its shell for warmth as he lets out a sigh. ahh, it's like a cozy campfire. ]

Anyway, aren't you lucky to have a portable fire source. The apartments don't even have electric stoves to cook food with. [ he had to make fire the traditional way, which is so primitive? he isn't one for roughing up, ok ] At least the mushrooms here are edible.