A Stroll to Make Things Clearer (Open)

[Christof Drescher]

Handing the other man the spoon he requested, without thought of objecting to such a request, Christof found himself considering the next question that was posed.  Did he have hobbies?  He wasn't entirely sure what other people would say constituted a hobby. Most of what he did, he enjoyed, but it was either outside, or it involved his work.  He did like working with and training his pokèmon, but it certainly wasn't a hobby. Hobbies were supposed to be something more at ease and casual weren't they? 

"I... do still sketch, pokèmon usually since it is what I have become accustomed to.  I prefer it over photography most of the time", he offers after that long pause of thought.  Originally he had mostly done sketching with his field work, making notations and such. He would take an actual picture from time to time, but it seemed that by the time Christof had been able to actually purchase a camera without feeling uneasy or guilty about the expenditure, he had become rather fond of sketching.  Perhaps it wasn't really a surprise, he had always preferred physically writing things as well, only having used recording devices when the conditions didn't permit using paper and pencil.  Still, even then he would later use the recordings to make sure he remembered everything for when he wrote it down later. 


"... What about you? Any 'hobbies' other than hunting down German men", he offers and his tone was light to ensure there was no mistaking the added words as criticism or displeasure on his part.  Perhaps they weren't at that point yet, but Christof knew he would have to at least make an effort to be more personable and friendly towards the other man if he were to give the proper consideration that it was due.  It was always so much more difficult with human though. 

Nitro wasn't about to admit anything, but he was rather pleased that Loki was content to remain here.  Loki had been trying to get his attentions for some time, that the Jolteon had noticed.  For his part, Nitro had considered it better to ignore those attentions, tolerate them perhaps, but certainly not encourage them.  Now though, well he had made the decision to change his approach to the smaller fire type, and really, with those he considered part of his 'pack' he could be quite affectionate, well when the mood struck him. 


"You and your human seem to know what you are doing out here.  What did you use to do, before you came to the school?"  He was curious, and the fact that this could serve the additional purpose of helping him decide if this 'Blaine' guy was acceptable was a nice bonus.  Nitro had seen many humans, even counting the ones that hadn't shown signs of interest in Christof, they weren't the right sort for him trainer.  Christof would never be convinced of the superiority of most technological devices, some had their uses for the German, and he understood how to work such devices, but the old way was often the better way.  

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Word Count: 525
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix), Mmm Mmm Good 
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

Blaine's grin was wide and immediate, the other's jest apparently taken quite well...and even appreciated. "Well...I can't say as I think of hunting down a certain German as a hobby. More like a full-time pursuit. " And though he might have been joking, at least in part, there was something there in the slightly larger man's tone and expression that made it clear it was a pursuit that he did not take lightly. Even his smile erred a bit on the serious side as he reached up to brush a bit of his own hair out of his eyes so he could better see the pretty male that so often occupied his thoughts of late.

"Besides...the way you say it, it almost seems like there might be more than one of you out there to hunt. I don't think I could handle two of you." And with this, that grin was back in full force, gentler than it might have otherwise been but still mischeivous in intent before he finally just shrugged. "Seriously though? I dunno. I like to go hiking. Reading - real books, not those things that they expect you to read on the screens. Confession time here...I seriously had to take classes on the technology they want students to use when I first arrived. It was torture." He chuckled good naturedly, shaking his head at himself even as he wandered back over to the blanket to grab the bowls for the stew - taking one off the top and handing the rest to Christof to hold as he portioned out the hot part of their meal. 


"But sketching huh?" He paused in his ladling, glancing over his shoulder at Christof, a brow subtly arched. " Maybe you'd let me see some of your drawings sometime? " Blaine asked, keeping the question soft and casual. He didn't want to seem like he was putting pressure on the other, but he did want to make it clear that he was actually genuinely interested in more than just what the other looked like naked. 


Meanwhile, Loki was pondering his own half of the pair...his little face screwed up in thought. "Well...before we came to the school, we travelled a lot. Me, the rest of my team, Blaine and Blaine's whole family. Did the show circuit, you know?" He paused, glancing up at Nitro to make sure he was following him well enough before speaking some more. " It was fun! The people in the towns we performed in...well, they didn't always like us being there, but that was okay. We tended to stay on the outskirts anyway, and did pretty much the sort of thing we did today. Except usually we'd actually hunt and gather, not just for fun. Glenna always said that was for the best...Glenna, that's Blaine's mama." The vulpix grinned, tilting his chin up so he could try to lick at the jolteon's face. "But anyway, life wasn't really all that fancy, you know? I think sometimes Blaine misses it. Boy, you should have seen him when we first got her. He was so lost with all this electrical stuff. It was /really/ funny." Loki chuckled a bit just thinking of it, one of his tails flicking as he continued in a conspiratorial fashion. "I think he's still a bit lost sometimes, but he's one of those guys that manages anyway. Thankfully." 

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Word Count: 575
Tags: Christof/Nitro
Notes: Blaine/Loki

[Christof Drescher]

The corners of Christof's lips twitch just a bit as the other spoke of their being two of him. Indeed, it did amuse the German to imagine just how well most of the students would take such news.  He wasn't unaware that he was hard on them; he just happened to know it was necessary, and in the end it would be good for them. Well, for those of them that didn't prove to truly be too unintelligent to teach.   As the other continued to speak, he found himself increasingly pleased.  Christof hadn't much fancied getting involved with someone that would question his preferences in most of his daily life.  That Blaine was not only accustomed to living without modern technology, and was not particularly taken with it meant that he could look forward to continuing to do as he usually did without having to put the other male in his place for being too opinionated about it. 

Absently, he found himself considering the other's hobbies, and the possibilities that they held, as he held the bowls and interchanged them as required for the delving out of the stew.  Just what sort of reading did the other prefer anyway?  He would have to find out sometime. However, before he could question it, it seemed like it was his turn to answer something.  In this case though, the other man had not asked anything that would be difficult or unpleasant for him. 

"You may, whenever it pleases you.  You may wish to wait until I get around to making a trip to the Crystal Lake.  I will likely have far more interesting recent subjects then."  He didn't sound particularly smug, but then why should he be?  He was pleased by his accomplishments in life and his skill set that made such a journey a relatively simple matter.  That didn't make it something to be rude or pompous about though. "...Perhaps in exchange you might introduce me to the literature you enjoy", he suggests easily, allowing the other to interpret the specifics as he liked.  "Also, I don't care for most modern technology... but I have become accustomed to figuring it out.  If you ever are in need of assistance."  He certainly wasn't about to judge the man for such a lack of information.  Using technology, in most cases was something any trained Mankey could pull off, it wasn't really a sign of intelligence that the other would struggle with something that required far more conditioning than thinking.  

Nitro was equally attentive in his regards to the fire type settled against him.  A single ear did tip to the side just a bit as the other mentioned 'the show circuit', it wasn't something he knew much about.  However, the Jolteon didn't seem confused and waited for the other to go on.  It seemed Christof wouldn't be the only one wondering about some of the things that were said.  

"Your human lived with his mother?", asks the Jolteon curiously. He had remembered quite clearly that there were no female humans in the house Christof and he had left.  Since they had all stayed away from humans for the most part after that, Nitro hadn't really realized it was normal for male and female humans to live in the same 'den'.  He had mostly figured that the school was different since it was about training the human whelp.  As the electric type waited for a response, his nostrils flared a bit, the scent of the stew more difficult to ignore as it was warmed over the fire.  Well, it wasn't like he had intended not to sample -his - food.  After all, he had to see how well this other human would be able to take care of his Christof. 

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Word Count: 633
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vuplix)
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

There had been a hint of perhaps nervous tension in his posture, subtle though it was - as if Blaine were waiting for something to be said about his lack of knowledge in the area of certain technologies. He truly wasn't stupid, nor did his lack of knowing make him feel as such, but he was aware that sometimes people might disagree. After all, the world today put so much emphasis on holloscreens and other computerized mechanisms that it was a miracle they could do anything at all without them. Of course, he should have known better with Christof - and in fact, he likely had as admitting to something like that was not something he normally would have done with anyone else. He and Ama were friends after all, and he'd never actually told him about the classes he'd had to take to get up to par with the way things worked around here. 


As the other mentioned being interested in what kind of books he read, Blaine settled further - offering the other a grin as he took two of the bowls of stew and set them on the blanket to cool a bit before eating, and motioned for the other to give the other two to Loki and Nitro. Oh, Loki would have no problems accepting food from Christof, that much Blaine knew. But Nitro...well, something told him he might not accept such an offering from him as there was no trust there yet, and he really did not want to see the jolteon starve. 


"Only fair, right?" He said warmly, a hint of just how pleased he was that the other returned his interest in things that were done outside of work. "Though you might find it kinda boring considering I tend to read more nonfiction than otherwise..."  His voice trailed off as he carefully moved to sit, and divy up the rest of the things he'd brought - assorted breads, cheeses, fruits, and perhaps ridiculously enough a six pack of beer kept chilled by ice packs. The honey combs that their pokemon had brought were put on a plate too, a thin slice cut from the top and placed upon one of Blaine's pieces of bread before he took a bite while he waited for Christof to make his way back towards the blanket. 


Loki's tails swished, the little vulpix pleased by both the jolteon's attentions and the food placed before him...but he didn't immediately make a dive for his bowl and instead chose to focus on the other pokemon's bewilderment over this 'living with one's mother' business. His head tilted to the side, eyeing the 'eon curiously before finally nodding. "Mmhm. His sisters too. Poor Blaine was the only man in the house after his father died." And though the words seemed sympathetic towards the human, it was clear that from the tones of his voice Loki found something in it amusing, though certainly not the death of one of Blaine's much-loved family members. "It wasn't until we got a trailer of our own that he got a break, but even then it didn't seem to stop any of the girls...." He paused, his fox-like face shifting into a brief expression of thought. "Probably didn't help that even after Blaine got his own trailer, we all still traveled together. It's how the Carlisle family just is." And with this he did frown a little harder before taking a taste of his stew. " For as long as I've known Blaine, he's lived with his family. Up until we came here anyway. I think sometimes he misses them, but not enough to be upsetting or anything." He bent to take another more sizeable bite, making a few 'yummy' noises over the chunk of stantler he'd plucked out, finishing the bite before an impish grin flickered over his muzzle. "Besides, he seems to have found company after all, and I have to say that I'm glad. Especially since it means I've found myself some company as well..." 

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Word Count: 676
Tags: Christof/Nitro
Notes: Blaine/Loki

[Christof Drescher]

It didn't even occur to Christof that he might object to the other dictating the way things would continue to proceed.  Despite how it might seem, he wasn't driven to be in control of things.  Oh sure, the German was very good at taking control.  He needed to be a good leader to his pack of Eevees and their evolved forms.  Certainly he wasn't going to allow the students to walk all over him; that was, quite simply, unacceptable and improper.  But being in control, it really wasn't something he needed.  Blaine wasn't giving him any reason to take exception, so why would he?   Taking the bowls of stew over to the waiting pokèmon.  Setting the bowls at a distance that neither crowded nor inconvenienced the pair.  He did reach out to briefly offer Nitro a few gentle scritches behind the ear, and if Loki demonstrated any interest, he would offer the fire type the same. Leaving the obviously content pair to their devices, Christof returned to Blaine, a bit surprised that Nitro had apparently decided to stop pointedly resisting the Fire type's attentions. 

"I'm sure you'll keep me entertained", he offers offhandedly, before settling himself with the other.  Taking his cue of where precisely he should sit from how Blaine had situated things.  It was a bit odd, trying to think of something to say or ask.  He did talk to his pokèmon sometimes, but in the past they had mostly existed in companionable silence.  Actually, if not for continuously working on taking notes about is observations, and working for publication, chances were his linguistic skills would have been woefully lacking.  After a moment of silence, and growing irritation with himself, Christof offered a soft, irritated sigh. "I'm not good at this sort of thing", he offers with a firm sort of honesty.  He wasn't ashamed, really why should he be?  "... Maybe we should have stuck with the copulating", he offers in a lighter, almost absently amused tone.  

Nitro listened as Loki spoke, a single ear tipped subtly downward.  Of course, when the food was brought, he made a point to shoot a glare in Blaine's direction, just in case he looked over in their direction.  He wasn't about to let the other off the hook, not by a long shot.  Though, as he the Jolteon shifted and moved to sample the food, he did have to say, it met his approval.  At least his Christof wouldn't have to choke down something awful.  

"... There weren't any woman in the place Christof and I left, and he has never spoken of a mother", he offers thoughtfully, before enjoying more of the meal.  As he ate though, his pace was controlled, the Jolteon finding the Vulpix's mannerisms worth some consideration.  "... I would say quite a bit of company... Christof suspects you are responsible for Hazel's current condition."  Truthfully, Nitro didn't doubt those suspicions either, not that he was unhappy about it.  It was merely an observation.  

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Word Count: 505
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix)
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

He shifted over a bit so Christof could sit closer to him, a bit of a grin curving his lips. "Stop that." Blaine admonished gently, even as he plucked up another spoon and dipped it in Christof's bowl of stew before pressing it lightly against the other's lips for tasting. "You're fine the way you are, and I don't need constant chatter to be entertained. I'm happy enough just being with you."

It was true that it was probably unnecessary to say all of that, but it was also true that Blaine thought it should be said. He didn't want Christof thinking he needed to change, or to do something he normally wouldn't be inclined to do simply to keep Blaine's interest. He was fascinated enough by the German's quiet ways and stern expressions, and even more so when those unexpected hints of playfulness showed through. He supposed it would be silly or foolish of him to say he was enchanted, and certainly it felt like too flowery a word, but Blaine couldn't help but think it was accurate.

As if suddenly coming aware of how long he'd been quiet,  Blaine glanced up and grinned, taking a bite of his own stew before plucking a packet of salt out of the pack and sprinkling it over the top. " How's yours?" He asked, turning a curious look on the German even as he subtly slipped a little closer as he saw no point in sitting too far away. Then he dragged the plate with the honey combs on it and the bread a bit closer too, tearing off a chunk of the loaf before slicing a thin bit of the comb off the top and placing it on top of his bread before taking a bite. 


In the meanwhile, Loki let only an impish little grin speak for his actions in regards to Hazel's condition, choosing to merely take another bite of his own stew in lieu of denying or confirming anything. In truth, there was likely a good chance that Hazel's pregnant state had everything to do with the vulpix as Loki was certainly one for loving up Christof's eevees with a vigor that might embarass others, but he was far too much of a gentleman to speak on such matters. Just because he made his intentions obvious, after all, didn't mean he needed to jabber about them afterwards. Instead, Loki chose to focus on the fact that Christof had grown in a house with no women. Loki couldn't fathom such a thing, and his incredulous expression likely made it clear. Even with Blaine's tastes lying where they lay, there had always been women in the vulpix's human's life. "No women or girls?" He asked, head tilting to the side. "Really? Where was your Christof's mama then?" 

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Word Count: 477
Tags: Chris/Nitro
Notes: Blaine / Loki

[Christof Drescher]

Determined though he was not to get too caught up in this matter too quickly, there were things the other did that just got to him, and not in the way biological urge did. For example, the way the other had told him to 'stop that', there was something in that tone, it suggested a familiarity, and it just made it seem like everything between them now was so natural. As if they had been doing this sort of thing for quite some time, and the other was accustomed to such lighthearted admonishments of his 'partner'.

What really got Christof though, was when the other pressed that spoon to his lips. It made him feel, well he wasn't sure how to describe it accurately. He just knew, it made him want to squirm, though not in an entirely uncomfortable way, and it felt as though his heart was doing a rather odd mix of fluttering and racing.  This was ridiculous, of that the German was sure, didn't this just seem like the sort of thing some love struck teenager would feel? Surely he was in better command of himself than this. Yet, the evidence seemed to suggest otherwise. Was this normal for one's first time of being courted? Silently he parted his lips to accept the offering without a fuss.  How could something seem so natural and yet so foreign at the same time? It warranted enough reflection that Blaine wasn't the only one that caught himself merely studying the other.

"It's... good", he offers genuinely, even if the compliment was somewhat simplistic in nature. The other man moving closer didn't go unnoticed, not in the slightest. In fact where he was closest to the other male seemed to arch into the closeness it sensed, not physically, but it felt like that was exactly what that area of his body was trying to do, despite being firmly anchored to the rest of him, which stayed in place. That staying in place wouldn't be permanent though, as Christof did dare to return this sign of wanting to be closer by slipping a bit closer as well. His actions really should have been embarrassing.  

If he hadn't been distracted, Nitro probably would have been giving Blaine the death stare right now.  As it was, he had a warm bowl of stew, and a warmer red coated vulpine to distract him. The matter of Hazel, and her condition, hardly needed to be pressed, and that smirk, well it spoke volumes. Not that Nitro had had any doubts that his trainer was absolutely right about the matter, in fact, even if Christof hadn't suspected it, the Jolteon would have. 

"None... there was only his father, and his brothers" He couldn't help but growl the word 'brothers' out a bit.  Ha had not forgotten his own treatment at the hands of one of those brothers when he'd only been a young eevee. "I don't know, there was never talk of a mother, but we weren't there very long. We were still pups when Christof took me from that place, maybe that's why", he adds more calmly, taking a moment to indulge in more of the stew that the other's human had made. 

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Word Count: 545
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix)
Notes: Christof, Nitro

[Blaine Carlisle]

There it was again, that subtle hint of question that entered the other's expression every so often when it came to the pondering of himself. And though sometimes, Blaine really wanted to answer that silent question, like every other time he merely let it go - after all, actions were louder than words and often communicated one's desires, thoughts and needs with far more accuracy than any word in any language could. So he smiled, pleased that the other moved closer - despite that moment of perhaps apprehensive reflection in the other man - and in turn slipped an arm around Christof's waist to pull him closer still, clearly quite happy to simply be able to touch Christof in such a simple fashion. That pleasure was only further brightened by the other's rather basic compliment on the food.

"Well that's good news. I dunno what I'd have done if you hated it. " He chuckled a bit, impulsively leaning in to offer the other a light brush of lips against the corner of the other man's mouth, and then moved back away so he could take another bite of his food, nodding a bit as the addition of the salt to his made it tastier to Blaine. As that bite was dealt with, the tip of his tongue darting out to pick up a stray droplet of the thick broth that mixed with the meat and vegetables of the stew, he leaned over to snag up the six pack - removing one for Christof first and handing it over before pulling out another for himself. A bit of shifting and rummaging in his pocket had to be done as well, but he soon came up with an old-fashioned bottle opener - a thing that he put to use first on Christof's beer and then his own. And he was, of course, careful to pick up the discarded covers and tuck them into his bag for proper disposal later. He wasn't one to just leave his trash around in any place, nevermind one as undisturbed by human hands as this one was.

"So...what would you like to do once we're done eating?" He asked, a brow arching subtly with the question. He paused a moment, listening if the other chose to speak while he broke off a small bit of one of the cheeses he'd brought with him and dropped it into the stew - stirring it around absently with his spoon so it could get all melty and creamy. If the other didn't choose to speak, of course Blaine would soon pipe up with further options - listing a continued hike as one of them, along with the option of just remaining and basking by the river. But if the other spoke, well, he'd take all the time needed to consider what Christof might have said before offering any furher options as he was genuinely more concerned with pleasing the German than he was with pleasing himself.

Loki was equally as concerned with the pokemon he was currently occupied with, darting little glances up from beneath his lashes to absently observe the jolteon as he ate - to study the little mannerisms that just continued to make the vulpix so fascinated by him. When the other growled a little with the word 'brothers' though, he did feel a rather unusual surge of...something. Something undefinable in name, but clearly negative. These brothers, they didn't sound like good people. Nor did it sound like the place where they had come from had been good either. That made him sad. And unaccountably angry too - because the idea of Christof and Nitro being so miserable in their youth that they struck out on their own rather than stay somewhere that was supposed to be safe was not one that pleased him. No, if Loki had his way, well...Christof and Nitro would have had a wonderful time growing up, just like his Blaine had. Not to have been sad like Pele and Veles had been before Blaine gave them a real home.

"Well, it doesn't sound like these guys were good people." Loki said with a sniff, narrowing his eyes faintly into the distance before pointedly spitting a small ball of flame onto the dwindling fire to set it to crackling to life once more. He wanted to keep everyone warm, after all, and while Nitro was kept cozy by his very nearness, the two humans would likely suffer without the warmth the fire provided. He wanted everyone to be quite cozy indeed...because he for one didn't want this interaction to end too abruptly. Once the fire was dealt with, he turned back to Nitro - pausing in his eating to nudge thtop of his head in under the other's chin for cuddles. He could say something, he knew - but he was more like his trainer than perhaps even he was aware. Actions certainly did speak louder than words. Promises, sure they were nice to hear spoken aloud - but the ones that had the most impact were the unspoken ones. The ones that were just simply acted on, regardless of what was said or not said. So Loki left it at that, content to snuggle up next to the jolteon and finish his food in intervals. He did glance up again though when the other mentioned how a mother hadn't been talked about, his brows quirking slightly. " Well, maybe someday you can meet Blaine's mama. She's real nice. Even when she hits Blaine with a wooden spoon for stealing cookies."

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Word Count: 927
Tags: Christof, Nitro
Notes: Blaine, Loki

[Christof Drescher]

"You're a resourceful man, I'm sure you would have figured something out", he offers easily.  Indeed, Blaine had already proven he had a way of making things turn out the way he wanted, no doubt if he had taken exception to the meal, Blaine would have found a way to turn the matter around.  His mind drifted back to that kiss, and how eagerly his body had responded.  No, perhaps that was not the sort of thought to focus on in this moment.  Then the other asked what he might want to do, and there was a pause, a long enough one that the other was prompted to listing a few possibilities. 

  What did he want to do? That was a tricky question, usually Christof didn't much think about that sort of thing. He just sort of did what he did. Besides, it was somehow different with another human involved.  Considering the options listed off, his gaze drifted towards the fire as Loki obligingly attended to it. "I wouldn't mind staying here... Perhaps you would consent to telling me more about your family", he offers absently. That would kill two birds with one stone, he could learn a bit more about the other man, which was only proper for him to do giving the circumstance, and if Blaine was talking, it would limit how much he would be expected to do so.  Besides, Blaine's voice was rather pleasant to listen too. 

Nitro offered no further word about 'brothers', and merely contented himself with nestling up against the smaller pokémon.  Nuzzling down against that head that settled under his chin, the Jolteon allowed his eyes to slip shut for a bit.  They opened once more as the other spoke of possibly meeting Blaine's 'mama'.

"It might be interesting... to see what human mothers are like... Does she ever catch him?.. When she chases him with the wooden spoon I mean." Maybe the prospect of Blaine getting whacked by the spoon should have been more amusing to him, but he actually only found himself curious about the matter.  It was odd to imagine the male human as a little boy, as his Christof had once been. 

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Word Count: 373
Tags: N/A
Notes: N/A

[Blaine Carlisle]

The smile that Blaine cast in Christof's direction was amused...and perhaps a bit knowing. Oh, yes, he was very much aware of what the German was up to, and though the wryness in his expression was there, there was also just a bit of understanding as well. Christof wasn't comfortable in social settings, that much he had gleaned, so if it took Blaine being the one to do the majority of the talking to keep the pretty German at ease and near, then Blaine could handle it. He didn't normally talk only about himself, however, and the fact that Christof seemed so interested was the only thing that made him feel all right about being asked to do so. So, rather than try to find a way out of it, he set his finished bowl of stew aside and then settled back against the trunk of the tree he'd placed their by - a hand reaching for Christof to encourage him closer. 


If the other proved willing, Blaine would make room for the other by parting his legs a bit so Christof could cuddle in against him, and use his chest for support. After all, if Blaine were going to talk the other's ear off, well, Christof might as well be comfortable and clearly Blaine welcomed the idea of being able to wrap his arms around the German as he did so. Once Christof was settled however he chose, Blaine would adjust accordingly...and if he had happened to settle as Blaine had encouraged, then the slightly larger man would not hesitate to wrap arms around the other and keep him there.

" Keep me talking about my family and you'll be stuck listening a while. There are a lot of them." He grinned a bit, shifting slightly to get more comfortable before settling his arms and hands in accordance with Christof's wishes. "There's my mother...my three sisters, my sousins and aunt and uncle. Maybe I'd know who to talk about if you told me exactly what you'd like to know?" He asked softly, a hand beginning to absently stroke circles against whatever part of Christof it happened to be resting against.

Loki only watched his human for a moment, a faint smile playing at his muzzle as really seeing his Blaine so relaxed with the one he'd been persuing was nice. His attention would soon shift back to Nitro though, that smile spreading into a full-on grin - one with more than just a hint of the playful mischief that was often found on the vulpix's little face. "Does she ever catch him? How about like...all the time!", he said with a laugh...a laugh that soon rumbled down into a contented murr of pleasure as he nestled in still closer against the larger 'eon. " Blaine's mama is great fun though. She doesn't hit him with the spoon to hurt him, just to teach him some manners. He even laughs about it...but you know, I think they're going to come visit for Christmas. So you can meet her then if you want!" Loki brightened visibly at the idea, fluffy tails waving a bit in his excitement and one likely batting up against Nitro's side. "She'll give you lots of cuddles and pets, and feed you tasty things. And she'll even let you sleep in her bed with her sometimes." 

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Word Count: 569
Tags: Christof/Nitro
Notes: Blaine/Loki

[Christof Drescher]

Now this was a bit to take in. There was a pause as Christof seriously considered the now, semi-reclined man, who seemed to want him to cuddle up to him.  Christof, for his part, was a bit surprise, and perhaps more than just a little unsure about this whole thing.  Likely, the pause had lasted long enough to make the other nervous, but then Christof did become aware of the passage of time.  Certainly there was no harm in this. It was a relatively innocent request and, well he was allowing himself to be courted wasn't he?  He had to get used to this physical contact with the other.  So, finally he moved and did settle up against the other man. 

   Resting his cheek against the other's chest, it took a bit of shifting for Christof to figure out how to situate himself.  He had to put arms somewhere after all. Hesitantly, he settled his hand, opposite the other,  against the other's chest as well, so it was at least somewhere.  He was stiff, and perhaps this didn't surprise the other, especially as those arms settled around him.  However, if Blaine was patient, and waited him out a bit, Christof would slowly begin to loose the tension.  

"What are they like?  You mother and your sisters?", he asks absently, perhaps just a hint of a differently toned curiosity, that wasn't quite the merely polite interest in the topic of conversation.  He, in fact, was a bit more curious than he would have expected, but the, not only was this matter pertaining to the other, whom he was putting forth an effort to get to know, but he had also never lived with any women... pokèmon didn't count, after all. 

   One of Nitro's ears, tilted to the side slightly as he considered the Vulpix's words on the matter of the other human's mother.  

"Hmm... well then I will get to see this chasing with a spoon for myself perhaps", he offers absently.  In truth, the Jolteon had a great deal more going on in is mind than just that.  Would he really like this woman all that much?  Loki was a particularly friendly pokèmon, it might be different for himself. 

As a tail batted up against him, he parted his jaws, before trying to gently capture that impish tail. If he got a hold of said tail, he would gently tug on it, with a soft, playful sort of growl.  Yep, the other was certainly trouble, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The tug he offered, if that tail had been seized was brief, and he released the tail once more, waiting to see what the other made of of his actions. 

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Tags: supersleepy
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[Blaine Carlisle]

If anything, Blaine was certainly a patient man - a thing that he couldn't help but feel was likely made clear by the lengths and time he'd taken just to get Christof alone and in a place where they weren't forced into just a collegiate relationship. So as the other seemed to think over his offer, he merely remained as he was - comfortable and at ease, despite the inward twinge of nerves as the German took what might have been a little /too/ long in this task - and then waited for Christof to settle fully before slipping his arms comfortably around the other male. 


It was nice, having the other so close, and the simple pleasure of this was likely apparent in the way his head rested lightly against the tree and in the soft smile that ghosted at the corners of his lips even as his eyes fell comfortably shut. Absently, fingers trailed up and down along the other's side or back - wherever he could reach - and he just settled into the peace of the moment. As he was asked about his mother and sisters though, the smile turned into more of a grin, even as one eye opened again and he arched a brow down slightly at Chris. 


"Oh, you know. Like a mother and sisters should be - for the most part." He chuckled, head shaking with the memories of running after his older sisters with whatever sort of bug pokemon he could dig up to scare them with. " Mom's...strong. Never seen anyone be able to handle the things she's had to deal with, and without so much as blinking an eye too. I told you things could be tough, but Mom always made it out to be a game. Hunting for food, forraging...it was all fun. She made it that way." Blaine grinned, the hand that had been petting the other finally settling in the hair at the base of the other's neck. "Even after Dad died, she didn't crumple. She grieved, you know? I could tell she did...but she kept going even when she didn't want to. She's just, I dunno, amazing." 

He paused, perhaps a bit embarassed that he'd gone on so much about his mother. He already knew he was something of a mama's boy, even though if asked outright he'd deny it, he didn't need Christof to think that of him. Especially since, regardless of how much he adored his mother, he'd always been encouraged to be independent. "Anyway...she's the sort that takes care of what's hers, but also encourages what's hers to be able to take care of themselves. If that makes any sense. As for my sisters..." His brow furrowed - his mind trailing first to his eldest sister Ashlynn and then to his younger sister, Devon. 


"Well, Ashlynn's sweet...very lady like. She's the eldest. My cousins and I used to drive her crazy by shoving as many bug pokemon into her pillowcases as we could growing up." And then he'd protected her rather viciously when her husband had decided to raise a hand to her simply because he could. His expression only darkened briefly, thinking of that, and then he quickly moved on to the next. "Jocelyn..." His voice trailed off, the smile curving his lips a wry one as he glanced down at his admittedly very pretty male companion. "Well, let's just say I'm not in a hurry to introduce you to her. She's a very lovely girl, and I adore her but she's also a brat. And she enjoys flirting with anyone I bring home. Or at least, she certainly has done before. And she does it just to annoy me too." 


He grinned, absently shifting the angle of his head a bit to brush lips across the top of the other's head. "And that just leaves Devon. She's...well, she's got a fierce temper. And she loves to yell at me." He rolled his eyes at that, and then chuckled a bit. " But I'd punch anyone in the nose if they so much as looked at her the wrong way. Not that she'd appreciate it." Again, he shook his head...and then settled back more comfortably. "You'll be able to meet them in person soon enough though. They're going to take a vacation from the circuit for a bit and come stay up here for the holidays. The benefit of having a mobile home." Blaine paused a moment, frowning slightly as he realized how forward that might sound, and then continued. "Well, if you want to meet them that is. No pressure. But I do know that they'd be pleased if you did." 


And while Blaine chatted away with the other human, Loki busied himself with Nitro's attentions. The tug of teeth on one of his tail had him grinning, and the minute it was released was the minute that he would glance back coyly over his shoulder at the larger Jolteon - giving the appearance of playfully lowering lashes - before purposly swatting at the other with several of his tails before gracefully darting just out of the other's grasp. If Nitro wanted to play, well Loki was quite willing to accommodate. Especially since play could usually be shifted to other things. 

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Tags: Christof/Nitro
Notes: Blaine/Loki

[Christof Drescher]

  Listening intently to all that Blaine had to say, he kept mostly quiet. The other male was so free with his past, hardly guarded at all. It was a bit odd to the German, and honestly, it did make him wonder if he shouldn't make more of an effort to be forthcoming about things.  Though, he really didn't have anything of his life that he necessarily thought needed to be shared.  It wasn't like Blaine was likely to ever meet any of his family. 

   "It does", he offers simply, as the other questioned his clarity on his mother and her ways. It did irritate him, that he found himself a bit more interested in the other's account of his mother.  Oh, he had expected emotion in Blaine, and he felt this rather important, perhaps he would have even allowed for emotion, but not the one he felt, and that earned his ire. Shoving down such feels with a strong, firm reminder that he was hardly a child anymore, and was far too old to long for the idea of someone. He didn't remember his mother, it hardly made sense to concern himself with her. 

    He couldn't quite help but sniff at the mention of abuse Blaine's eldest sister had suffered. It did say something about the other's character that he had stepped in though.  Sad as it was to admit, there were those who might ignore it, and expect the girl to deal with her own problems. For some, it was difficult to understand the complex emotions and pressures involved in choosing to leave what had been, or at least should have been, a loved one, especially when that individual was harmful in some way. 

    "I'm quite certain that your sister's attempts to entice me, no matter the intention, would be futile", the German offered in his matter-of-fact sort of way. He hadn't been defensive, as the statement was based on no need to assure the other of his loyalty or morals. Such things were meant to be lived, not stated or implied. No, the nature of his assurance was a far different one, but were left for Blaine to interpret. Still, even if it hadn't been stated outright, there was a good chance that Blaine could derive something about the German himself. 

    "I'm not sure it would be a good idea for me to meet your family. I'm not sure I won't offend them, and I have no experience with dealing with women in a domestic setting." Now wouldn't that be disheartening if he had stated it in his usual firm, factual way, but as it were, his tones softened a bit, and he spoke more quietly.  It was, after all, highly likely, that such open and expressive people might think him rude for being so reserved. Christof knew, even for a sterotypical German, that he was too good at closing off his personal life from the attention of others. He knew that his uncertainties in social settings, or in relating to others wasn't normal, and a part of him found itself a bit anxious about what the other's family might think.

   It was likely too early in the 'relationship' for his concerns to only be about Blaine's opinion and likelihood to be offended on his family's behalf, but that was a part of it.  Then there were other matters, ones he couldn't rightly identify, and it was odd for him. Christof usually wasn't one to worry about what anyone thought of his actions or mannerisms. "If you're sure you would like me to meet them, I'm willing", he adds after a moment.  After all, he should make the effort, and if things didn't go well with the other's family... well he supposed it was better to find out immediately, before the two of them invested a great deal in their attachment.

   In the meantime, quite distracted from the goings on between the two human males, Nitro had just been about to try to seize one of those teasing tails, only to have Loki move out of his reach. Up on his feet in an instant, the Jolteon, did something he probably should, after all, wasn't he supposed to be discouraging the other? Hadn't this Vulpix been causing him no end of trouble with getting the Eevees worked up... or by helping them 'expend energy'?  None the less, despite trying so purposefully to discourage the other, the Jolteon dropped down in a play bow, maintain said position in whatever brief moment it would take for either Loki to decide on the game, or for him to decide he was done waiting, and lunge in to playfully try to capture one of those elusive tails. 

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[Blaine Carlisle]

He couldn't help but grin just a bit at the other's uncertainty when faced with the idea of meeting his family. Honestly, Blaine couldn't blame him either. Christof was a quiet, reserved sort of fellow - a year's observation told him this and told him this quite clearly - and the Carlisle crew tended to be on the boisterous and friendly side. But something told him that his mother's tender heart would find itself something else to 'mother' in Christof...and his sisters would do the same thing as well. And honestly, he couldn't help but think that sort of interaction would be good for him, and while plenty of people might think it was too soon for Blaine to care enough to try to make those decisions - well, it wasn't in Blaine to not care. 


"Well, ya haven't managed to offend me..." He let his voice trail off teasingly before letting his expression settle into something more serious as he peered down at the other man. "Seriously though? I'm not going to lie,we're a boisterous friendly bunch and that can be...intimidating for people not used to it. But we're a good bunch, and they'll love you. My mother and sisters will stuff your face with food and fill your ears with nosy questions and statements. You'll likely be told a billion embarrassing stories of things I did when I was a kid..." He grinned. "It'll be a good time." 

Meanwhile, Loki found himself quite entertained indeed - and pleasantly surprised when Nitro not only seemed quite amenable to continuing their play, but to bumping it up a level. He paused, watching the other arch back into the play bow position, and then after giving the other pokémon a steady sort of look from beneath his lashes - he purposely turned and began to walk away, though his head turned away last. And as he began to walk away, Loki made sure to put an extra bit of twitch his walk, and an extra 'swish' in his luxuriant tails to make sure to keep the pretty Jolteon enticed.  

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Word Count: 355
Tags: Chris/Nitro
Notes: Thought I'd continue this until we hit 45 posts. Then let it trail off from there. ^_^ 

[Christof Drescher]

   His uncertainty hadn't really abated. Still, there was something in the other's words that made him feel a bit more inclined to showing some faith in what might be.  There was no reason that things had to end tragically after all.  He was thoughtful as he considered the other's family.  He could handle noise he supposed, and if they were friendly, however forward they might be, it couldn't be too bad either. As his gaze slipped towards the fire, he came to a decision on the matter. Really, Blaine wasn't asking much of him.  Well there was also the matter of his not trying to avoid the other male.  Both of these were part of 'trying' this thing between them. 

   "I suppose, if you aren't concerned for them, there's little reason to avoid meeting your family.", he offers levelly.  His tone wouldn't imply that he was being put out.  After all, if he didn't want to meet the other's family, he could have very well said as much. He was a grown man; he wouldn't blame his choices on the other male. It would be insulting to both of them. 

    "... Once we go back to the school, I can go over my schedule with you."  There was little better way to assure the other that he really did mean to stop avoiding him, as he had been doing for the past year.  After all, Christof was a stubborn man, one might think he would try to instigate a few more rounds of his elusiveness verses the other's determination.  

    The shift in the Vulpix's demeanor was subtle but a bit puzzling, and Nitro lowered a single ear.  Tipping his head to the side, he observed the way the other moved for a few steps, before following after the smaller pokèmon in a calmer manner than he might have initially anticipated. Still, he did offer a few light nips at those tails, if only to keep the other aware of his intrigue.  Nitro, wanted to see where the other was going with this, though he had a few ideas one what the other might have in mind. 

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