Second Day. [video/action for goldenrod.]

[laplaceattorney]

[Keisuke is woken up by something rather...interesting. It's not an alarm, a voice, or even a Pokemon.

It's a tinny, electronic tune. Doo do doo doo doo doooo~

...What.

He picks up the gear, staring intently the the screen because now he's awake for sure.]

~*~Happy 18th Birthday Keisuke Takagi~*~

[Oh. May 2nd. He guessed it really was his birthday--which makes the next thing that pops up on the screen all the more disheartening. Happy Birthday, Keisuke! Here's a mission to do for the evil organization you've been placed in.

It isn't until later in the afternoon, when he's finished driving around (somewhat poorly and noticeably by a certain intelligent woman in red.) and piling up garbage for the day, that turns on the video function. He's looking a bit tired, with a smear of grimy dust on his cheek and bruises along his arm from an overenthusiastic Shellder. Keisuke's back in plainclothes and sitting on a bench somewhere in Goldenrod.]

Worst birthday ever almost seems like an understatement. Doesn't even feel real...

Hey, Atsuro. Are you busy?

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[usedlaserbeam]

[There's a pause here, in which Yagyuu keeps his face carefully schooled into a calm expression but still catches himself thinking back to what school was like before tennis, before Niou sauntered into his life and crept under his skin and dragged out all the things he'd always wanted to be but refused to ever let show...and he wonders, briefly, what might have been, and if this is how he would've ended up if it had.]

Have you ever played tennis?

[The smooth diversion of subject is Yagyuu's way of being considerate.]

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[laplaceattorney]

[And when he's not pressed to continue, it's just enough to relax him again.]

Sure, a few times. When I was younger. Probably nothing compared to you and your friend, though.

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[usedlaserbeam]

Let's play a match sometime, once I'm back to Goldenrod.

[Because all of life's problems are addressed through tennis, obviously.]

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[laplaceattorney]

[Have a tentative smile, Yagyuu.]

Alright. [It's a date.] Sounds like a plan.

[...Wow, he is going to get slaughtered.]

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[usedlaserbeam]

[Oh, no doubt he's going to get destroyed. Yagyuu doesn't believe in pulling punches, especially not when it comes to something as important as tennis.

Of course, in Yagyuu's perspective, there's more to tennis than just the actual tennis, and so maybe this time the outcome doesn't matter as much, anyway.]

I'll look forward to it, Takagi-kun.