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Florian took pride in the fact that he was prepared for anything. Any type matchup, any unexpected move or ability. He was confident that anything thrown against him in the midst of battle was something he could counter effectively, if not with complete ease. However, nothing he could’ve done would prepare him for this.
It was a normal day, specifically he and Ortega were annoying Arven with chants of Pink Boys. Then he received a text message.
“Hey Flor!” The message read, “Having a hard time choosing an outfit for the Winter Court coming up, which one do you think looks better?” And attached were two pictures of Nemona, one in a light blue dress that went to the floor(Basically Elsa) and the other one was a Icy blue suit and tie.
“Suit” Florian responded immediately, trying to hide the light blush, but ultimately failing.
“Ooooh!” Ortega cried, seeing Florian’s face. “What’s going on here? You’re face is as pink as your hair!”
“Nothing, I’m just… trying body paint?”
“Body paint?” Arven immediately question, “You were a normal color right before you checked your phone, and I sincerely doubt you both Have body paint and could put it on that quickly without us noticing.” he continued.
“He was on his phone?” Ortega asked, having not been paying too much attention to Florian before as he was bugging Arven. “Then the answer lies there!” With that, Ortega immediately started trying to get his phone, Florian either holding Ortega away or his phone out of reach. “Arven, could use some help here!”
“Oh no.” Arven replied, microwaving some Popcorn. “I’m enjoying this far too much!”
“Hold on a second, pretty sure that’s a Star Wars quote!”
“Florian, everything to you is a Star Wars quote.”
“Yeah, but that was specifically an Obi Wan one from The Clone Wars, I’m pretty sure.”
“Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn’t. The truth is often what we make of it”
“Ok! That last part was definitely intentional!” Florian yelled, so distracted by the argument with Arven that Ortega managed to grab his phone and immediately run behind Arven. “Hey!”
“Arven.” Ortega immediately said as he tried to access Florian’s phone. “Do you know Florian’s password?”
“You went through all that effort and you didn’t know his password?”
“Well to be fair-” Ortega began before a vibration was heard from the phone. Before Ortega could turn on the phone to see if the lock screen showed notifications, Florian immediately tackled him.
If that had been where it ended, Florian would be fine, However, it was clear that he didn’t think when he told Nemona he thought the suit looked better. Cause here he was now, standing next to Nemona after the both of them had been crowned as the Winter Court’s ‘king and queen’. He tried not to look at her directly, although that would be pretty hard considering…
“Now, our final dance of the night! Ladies and Gentlemen find your partners!” Said a staff member that Florian simply couldn’t remember as Nemona turned to him.
“Hey Flor, may I have this dance?” Nemona asked, holding out her hand for Florian to take.
“Huh? Oh! yeah, sure! That's cool!” Florian replied, stumbling over his words as he took her hand. He tried his best to follow Nemona’s example in the dance, but it was hard to not get distracted. One of the first things he noticed was that her hair was down, was that the first time he had ever seen it outside of its usual ponytail?
“Are you ok?” Nemona asked, as she put one hand behind his neck.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where do I put my other hand?” Florian asked, his right hand kinda just hovering in the air.
“Right here.” She said moving his hand to her waist before putting her hand back on his neck. “You don’t do formal dancing a lot, do you?” she asked, a small smile as they danced to the music.
“No, not really. You seem to have some experience though.” Florian replied, still feeling nervous
“Yeah, my parents have made me go to quite a few formal balls and junk.”
“Heh, balls.”
“Are you really laughing at the word Balls?” Nemona asked, smiling in slight disbelief.
“Maybe I am! Whatcha going to do to stop me?” Florian challenged.
“How about a Pokémon battle? If I win, you renounce your incredibly childish humor.”
“Ok, sure! But when I win then you have to make a public announcement that Balls are funny!”
“I don't know what’s stupider, the announcement that you’d want me to make or the fact that you said when you win.” she challenged
“Well I’d say its not stupid at all, considering it’s what's going to happen.” Florian countered, all his previous nerves forgotten as he got further into the banter.
"Well then, I suppose you're in for a shock!"
"A shock? Then I'll simply bring out a ground type!"
“Well Mela, looks like I won the bet!” Ortega smiled, as the two watched Nemona and Florian from a distance.
“Yeah, yeah.” she grumbled as she paid up. “Could’ve sworn that he would end up with the sandwich dude.” All around the room were instances like that, people paying others because they had lost the bet. Meanwhile, Florian and Nemona weren’t paying attention, simply focused on dancing and trash talking for their next battle.