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Once upon a time I was falling in love...

Who: Sonny, Voile
When: May 18 - Early Afternoon
What: She's showing him the contest hall. And treating him to lunch.
Where: FDC
Warnings: Hardly.

"When was the last time we spent a day together like this?"

She'd asked it to herself as her slow steps took her to Sonny's new room. It was a shame that he wouldn't be rooming with Vinnie any longer, but she had a feeling the Venusaur would be quite pleased to have such a delightful welcoming. Nothing like coming home to family, after all. And not too long ago, she wouldn't have known too much about what that was like.

She had an idea of it in the present, however, and the mere thought made her smile.

Voile stopped outside of his door, looking ready for the summer. After a few cycles of lacing her hands together and unlacing them, she finally sucked up all of her courage and knocked.

And hopefully he hadn't forgotten.

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He just kept going on and on and on... It reminded her a lot of older days, where she was perfectly content to listen to him talk and she'd simply listen. She didn't mind that in the least. He always had more interesting things to talk about than she did, after all. She really preferred him talking anyway, and he always seemed happy to speak up.

Even about nothing or rambling nonsense.

"You're very easy to please," Voile observed with a softer smile. "Promises of food and time with me and you seem perfectly content with most things in the world."

To be entirely frank, this to him was an enthralling conversation. He was just passionate about eating. He could list differences between carrots and fried chicken all day. And all the different kinds of shrimp he liked to eat too, probably.

"What else in the world would I need to be happy, anyway?" he replied with a little laugh. "Well. Maybe a nap every so often. But if you don't count those, the other two things are just great."

"Oh, that's right."

How could she forget?

"Lots of sleep, lots of food, and some time with me. Sonny's life was henceforth a heavenly one. He lived his fill and when he passed on, no other man could claim to be as prosperous," she dramatically narrated, as if Sonny had become the famous protagonist out of a story.

And she supposed to some degree that he was.

"In fairy tales? You know when they end 'And they lived happily ever after'? That would pretty much be it exactly." Sonny agreed enthusiastically. And he did mean it, too.

"Happily ever after, huh..."

Voile couldn't resist smiling over the idea of that either. Yes. That sounded rather lovely. It would have been nice to have that kind of ending, yet she questioned if she believed in its possibility beyond spines and pages.

"Sounds like one to me, too. If I ever write a book - not that I will - but if I did, I'll make sure it has a happy ending. Just like that."

"I like happy endings." Sonny replied, surprising absolutely no-one. "Though, I think probably? You could write a book. Because you read a lot of books so, most likely, you know a lot about what makes a good book, I think."

It made sense - If writing was the action then reading was something like practice, right?

"I'd read it. And buy some copies to donate to the Library so everyone else could read it too."

"Just because I read a lot doesn't mean I have an inch of writing ability in these faux hands of mine," Voile replied with a kinder nature about herself. "Not to say it'd be like that for everyone, but none of my creative writing for classes has ever been very spectacular."

Then she offered a bit of a light shrug, "Besides, to be fair? I'd rather dance. Dancing is where I belong, after all. However, if you ever write a book - which I imagine would be about food - then do let me know. I'll be sure to give it a read and the attention it deserves."

Sonny pondered this while eating some of his food.

"...I think, if I ever did write a book? I'd like to write about something else more than food. Food would be good, like maybe a recipe book or something? Buuuuut, that would mostly just be talking about other people's recipes. I haven't made up any of my own, even though sometimes I change the recipe a little bit to suit my tastes."

He shook his head. "I'd like to write a kids book. Like a story."

"A kids book."

That was cute. And everything in her face agreed with that thought. The way she smiled and found in his reply some form of amusement. "That sounds just like you. I bet you'd be really great with kids, Sonny. You've got that caring father persona about you."

"Kids seem to like me. Especially when I'm a Pokémon. It's funny, in Goldenrod? I would stay with the daycare couple some times and their grandkids would come over. They were happy to see me when I was there. They'd run around and around me and climb on my tummy and jump all over it. It was so funny to watch them. So much energy." he recalled with a smirk. "Sometimes I'd pretend to chase them around a little bit too. Just kind of wander around after them on all fours. They would laugh and try to get away, and I would always let them. I like the Day care couple. They're nice."

They always fed him well and let him watch TV through the window.

"Well, you are a Snorlax. I could see little kids liking that, too. Lots to cuddle up with. Kids often need that. It's very secure."

She tapped the tip of her nose with some consideration. "A few years ago, I left this academy - it was before you and I ever met - and I went to Lilycove to visit my former trainer. And this boy was separated from his parents, so I walked around with him until we found them. I'm not very cuddly at all, but he seemed perfectly content having my company."

Then she shrugged. "Kids just want someone there for them."

"Oh! That's so nice!" Sonny replied. "I'm glad you guys found the little boy's family. I think probably they were really happy."

Understatement of the year.

"The kids I used to spend time with always knew where their Grandparents were so that was good. They would share candy and bits of bread and stuff with me too. They were good kids."

"I think kids are... inherently good."

She thought she could get away with saying that. She'd never met a not good kid. She was pretty sure she didn't want to. She didn't even want to think it was a possibility.

"At least, I'd like to. But that's optimism."

"I don't know. Probably you're right - I haven't ever met a bad kid. Sometimes they do bad things? But usually they don't mean anything by it or just don't know."

He'd seen some kids fighting amongst themselves before, or throwing tantrums in the grocery store when they weren't allowed to grab all the candy. But he didn't see that as bad, just unruly.

"Exactly," she agreed with a small smile. "Not to say that it's acceptable for a child to misbehave, but a child's habits can be changed far easier than an adult's. When we have something ingrained in us over an extended period of time, it's harder for us to change who we are or things we believe in. Children, on the other hand, are impressionable."

She pointed to herself, "But I was a child not too long ago and I guess to a point I'm impressionable. And I think you're still very impressionable, too. You're like an overgrown child."

"Really?" he asked. "That's not.... bad, or anything though. Right?"

He liked some childish things. But he was responsible, too! Or at least, he tried to be.

"It's good in moderation. It counters me nicely," she admitted. "I think I've forgotten what it was like to be young, so it's nice to have someone around me who can make up for that."

And that was the earnest truth. Her development at the academy certainly seemed to have forced her to grow up. Not necessarily a bad thing, but when she thought of someone youthful, she certainly didn't think of herself first.

"Hmm. OK!" he replied, satisfied with that answer. "I can help you remember."

Because if she'd forgotten how, it would probably do her some good to rediscover it. He had a few guilty pleasures he knew an adult man ought to take less joy in than he did. He could share them with her. He trusted her enough that he didn't mind her seeing that side of him.

"That's not necessary," she replied with a smile. "I like being older, I guess. Like, my childhood isn't really something I want to focus on, if I'm to be honest. I was just thinking that if you can be a bit more youthful, then you're covering that for us both, so I don't have to."

Comfort zones and all of that. She had no problems with him wanting to be an adolescent. She just didn't want to be one.

"Ohhhhh. I see." he replied with a nod. He got what she meant, of course - And he didn't mind at all. So long as she didn't mind him enjoying the things he enjoyed, that was all he needed.

"I'll do my best!"

"Good. That's really all I could ask for from you," she admitted before taking another bite of her food. Some wordless moments, and she subconsciously scattered her food about as she often had the habit of doing. Something more or less to pass the time and to make it look like she ate more than she did in actuality.

"We should do this again," which seemed a left field statement, but it was something she'd thought about frequently. "I mean, if you'd like to."

Sonny was well and truly finished with all his food and whatever bread had been left in the basket by now. His plate was so clean, you could almost assume it had been run through the dishwasher already.

"I'd like that!" he said - as if she expected anything else from him, though. "Any time you want."

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