Don't call my name, don't call me name... Alejandro~

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Who: Mikapii Alejandro and YOU~
What: A handsome new student is roaming about campus, working his charms on everyone he meets.
When: October 31st, all day, all night, and into the next morning.
Where: Everywhere and anywhere! ON AND OFF CAMPUS, HE'S THERE.
Warnings: Lots of gay. So much gay. You can't even comprehend how much gay.


The plan was set.

Mikapii would be out in the city all night trick-or-treating with a group of people he met outside of school. He'd spend the night over there and be back sometime the next day. Maybe skip a class or two, but that was all right, right?

Yeah, right. That was just his cover.

That morning, Mikapii set his plan in action. He dyed his hair. He changed into his costume: a suave butler costume that better complimented a masculine appearance. And he learned a new move using the TM he just bought using his own money: Attract.

After weeks of studying flirting techniques online, he was ready to hit the school. Don't know how to approach this handsome young man now roaming the school grounds? Don't worry! He'll probably approach you first. When he's finished here, he'll hit up the city. 

He's got a lot of practicing to do, after all. Both in romance and in acting! He was going to be a star someday after all~!




[ooc: PLEASE NOTE A FEW THINGS:
1. Mikapii's disguise is pretty damn good. Please please tell me before you have someone see through it!! Only psychic-types might be able to, and even then, if they don't know Mikapii in the first place, it won't really matter!
2. Mikapii will be using Attract on your character regardless of their gender, but whether they are immune to it or not is up to you! For the sake of lulz, it can affect both genders screw you canon!.
3. He'll flirt with either gender, any character, any age... but if you're a lady-type, don't expect much more than that. Guys? Prepare yourselves.
4. Please list time and place in the title! Can be anytime, anywhere... A BAR EVEN he can totally sneak in. Mikapii will be everywhere.]

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Mikapii's never even had alcohol, let alone ordered it. But that faux pas is quickly forgotten when he sees how well that "master" comment goes down with Goose. He grins. "You are most generous, master. I am honored for the chance to sit by your side."

He takes a a slow drink of his coke before turning back to Goose and tapping the side of the mask on his face. "One cannot possibly be seen on such a night as tonight without proper attire, master. A mask adds an element of... mystery, don't you think?"

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Goose gave a curt nod. That sounded just about right. Fitting for the night and everything. "Sure does. Looks kinda badass. Always been one for that kinda thing, though I kinda don't wear masks. I wear shades," he told him, gesturing to the ones he wore right now. They were a bit... darker than Vash the Stampede's, though. Was that to hide his eyes?

"'Sides, you are kinda mysterious. I don't even know who you are yet. You go to the school at the hill?" He questioned before he reached for his beer for a swig.

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"As a matter of fact, I'm looking into taking up a teaching position there. Just arrived in town today to check out the campus." He leans his elbow on the counter and rests his head upon his hand, turning to face Goose.

"And if I'm so mysterious, perhaps we best go about changing that. We can start with some names." He gives a sly sort of grin. He's obviously having way too much fun with this. "They call me Alejandro."

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There was something about that grin. It was kind of... captivatin- Goose, no. NO. He was usually as loyal as a little lovesick puppy to his fiance. How was he suddenly finding this man attractive?! That was so wrong, wasn't it? He couldn't do that to Surge, even if it just lasted for today. Even though Surge isn't quite as innocent either.

It was getting a little more difficult to handle himself. He laughed- not loudly, but gently. "Teachin', huh? What kind of position are you thinkin' of?"

Oh yeah, names. That thing. "Oh yeah, name's Josh-"

What. How was he saying that name so quickly? He rarely told that to anyone. Only Surge and his best friend Vashta from afar knew THAT name. Well, and obviously his family. Why was he telling some guy he only knew for a short while his name?!

"... Goose. That's it, Goose."

Maybe he really was that captivating.

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There's a smile. A flirty sort of smile with a hint of laughter upon his lips. "Josh Goose? I've never met a man with two names of such different feeling. Though they are both lovely, I shall comply with my master's wish... Goose, it is, then."

He takes his drink in his hands and shakes the glass just enough so the ice cubes crash against one another.

"I've heard word that your school lacks a Poetry teacher. Such an art form goes untaught in schools these days far too often, I'm afraid."

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Oh my god this guy was so charming. No, no, he shouldn't get caught in his web of captivation. No, he can't, he can't... oh god.

"Y- Heh, yeah, yeah. I think you'd do good at that. Y'know, really good poetry. Romantic or somethin'."

Did he just say that? He did just say that. Goose almost wanted to stop him, thinking of his boyfriend and all, but he just... just...

"Y'know, you've got a hell of a name yourself. Sounds handsome. Fittin' for you, ain't it?"

Did he just wink or was that a trick of light?

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And they chatted idly for the rest of the night, until at some point, Mikapii remembered where he recognized this particular teacher:

Professor Goose. The one dating Lt. Surge.

Suddenly not quite as suave, (though whether Goose would even notice given that attract that was still going strong was anyone's guess) Mikapii hastily made his departure, claiming something about having an important engagement with a friend.

And from now on, Mikapii will forever avoid Goose and Lt. Surge, for fear of being beaten to death in AMERICA by the larger and far more intimidating Gym Leader.