Fliers

The overbearing sun finally found its harsh ways through my eyelids. Opening one eyelid, I sighed and sat up. Stretching to myself, I looked out the window that had allowed such a vast majority of sunlight through. Stretching, I walked over to the closet and opened it. Several sets of the exact same clothes filled either side of my closet. Changing clothes, I walked back out of my closet and then clasped the handle of my door. Turning the handle methodically to the right, I swung open the door. Turning my head for an instant, I debated whether or not to take my sketchbook with me. However, after another consideration, I decided that I would just come back for it after I went down and ate.

The house was already filling with the smell of food, and I wondered for a moment if I was the last one awake. No.. probably not…. well… who knew. My stomach made itself well known as I walked down the stairs. Sighing, I continued down and headed into what could only be described as a mass of color moving throughout the kitchen. Shaking my head, I slowly let my eyes come back into complete focus, and all the Gijika came in focus as well. Most were either eating or just talking to one another. As I stepped in, I was absorbed into the mass. Making my way through, I finally came to the pantry. Opening the door and reaching for a box of Poke-os, I grabbed a bowl and then sat down at the table. Pouring a bit of the cereal into the bowl, I was about to go to the refrigerator when I saw that a blue haired… Luxray Gijika drinking the milk straight out of the carton. Raising my eyebrow, I decided it was safer just to eat the cereal dry and started eating. Staying hidden behind the creves between the refrigerator and the corner, I watched as a few strange morning events go down including an umbreon falling asleep in his cereal and Estelle and Lupe’s strange conversation with the Luxray who had drank the milk.

After a moment, I put my dishes in the sink and was about to head out when I realized that everyone was just stacking their things in the sink. Raising my eyebrow, I finally sighed and started setting the dishes correctly in the dishwasher and then turning it on. Several Gijika seemed to jump in surprise at the noise, but I just stared back and gave them what I could only convey as assurance that it was just a dishwasher. Many of them seemed tense for one reason or another, and the thought came that many of them were indeed tense probably from the hunters and all notes associated with that.

Shaking my head for a moment, I decided to inspect the rest of the house in order to make sure that there were no errors that I had missed while making it. I took calm and quiet steps in order to avoid most people noticing me as I made my way through the full scale of the house. Everything seemed relatively in order, and then again one could asses some changes just by the fact that the house had already been inhabited for a day. After my gradual look around the house was finished, I wondered what exactly to do at that point. There didn’t seem to be anything really to be done in activity manner, so I simply headed back up to my room and retrieved my sketchpad.

Debating where to go, I wondered where the least populated area would be. However, my thoughts were interrupted as I walked down the stairs once again. Lupe came bounding down the hall with a handful of fliers and was sticking them on the wall as she passed. Stepping to one side to let her pass, I turned my head a moment and assed what she was doing.

“Planning an event?” I asked.

Lupe’s head turned as if she was just noticing that I was there. By my guess, she was too far into whatever she was doing to have noticed my presence. Shrugging for a moment, my eye shifted to the flier that was only a few feet away.

“Yep, Valentine’s Day is coming up. I saw the ballroom and thought it would be a good idea to hold an event!” Lupe answered as she continued sticking fliers about the area.

For a moment, I couldn’t think. What ballroom? Then it hit me that I had indeed added a ballroom as an afterthought to making the house. My intention was that maybe it would be used for meetings and things if necessary, yet as I saw what was written on the flier, I realized Lupe was planning a social event. Indeed, Valentine’s Day was coming up… I had not even considered the day for a long time, but it seemed to have hit a chord in Lupe.

“Ah,” was the only thing that came to mind as I looked at the flier. This strangely reminded me of the time back home when the other smeargle would gather and paint everything in sight in a valentine’s fashion with reds and pinks. My eye twitched remembering the fact that I had all but been forced to paint because of my red paint. Shaking my head after a moment, I returned my face to a calm function and just nodded.

“What?” Lupe said as she was starting to escape hearing distance and yet retained sight distance. I watched her continue down the hall and then slowly walked to catch up as she continued to throw out fliers. “You don’t like Valentine’s Day or something?” Lupe asked.

Now this was a question that I truly didn’t have an answer to. It was simply a day in my mind. However, this was also a lie I put to myself as all I knew of Valentine’s Day was the fact that I spent so much time and effort painting out red for no apparent reason. In a scenes, I was not a real fan of the day.

“It’s just another day,” I answered back shrugging.

“Just another… you’ve got to be kidding me!” Lupe answered back suddenly stopping her crusade of putting up fliers. “How can you say that! It’s a very important day!”

I turned my head to one side and understood that I had accidentally stepped a bit too far on this and struck a full chord. Looking down at my sketchbook, I moved it up and waited for the inevitable. As she found that I would say no more on the matter, Lupe seemed to get frustrated and crossed her arms completely.

“It’s a day for people to get together, and it’s a day for those that love each other to be together!” Lupe continued. I wondered if she would continue this or if maybe she would eventually stop if I remained quiet. However, this didn’t seem to decrease Lupe’s argument but rather increase it. “It’s a day when friends can be together too, and people have celebrations and balls and things!”

Finally sighing, I tried to put on a semi-pleasing demeanor. “True,” I answered more or less to get her to stop going on about it. Seeming somewhat satisfied with this, Lupe nodded to herself.

“So are you coming then?” she asked.

“Hu?” I asked before realizing her meaning.

“To the Valentine’s Day Ball,” Lupe answered holding a flier up in front of her and nearly parallel with her face.

“I don’t think I will,” I answered trying to phrase it in a way that would be acceptable. However, judging by the way Lupe’s face shifted, I found that I had failed.

“But you should!” Lupe answered.

I felt my face grow red for a moment unsure why she was being so persistent. Lupe’s face shifted pink and then acted as though she were looking at her own fliers. My graze dropped down to my sketchbook, and in that moment, I was thankful that I had retrieved it when I did. After a moment of silence, I finally gave in and nodded.

“I guess…. It wouldn’t hurt to go….” I answered in a half hushed format.

“Uh… that’s good!” Lupe said suddenly perking up and then handing me a flier. “See ya there then!”

Before I could say more, Lupe was already headed down the hallway again still putting up fliers. I nodded to myself and looked down at my sketchbook unsure of what to do. I had just said I was going to the ball, and yet there with this, so many more things came up. Shaking my head, I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into.

Looking back up, I turned and headed back down the hallway the way I had come.

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Oi... I went back to short posts ^_^; sorry.

Mear
KC

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