Confessions, karts and a pinch of awkward [KYRIE]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted angrily as he finally reached the plateau looking over a great part of the island. This was the second time he had climbed here, but this time he had some more serious business. He sat himself down onto the edge, crossing his hands over his legs. He had sent Kyrie a PGS message earlier, simply saying "got a nice place to show u. just chek whar my pgs is sendin a signal." He had then begun his steady climb.

He casually let his legs hang over the edge, staring at the setting sun as he pondered the things he should say. He HAD bought his PGS incase he would chicken out and just say he wanted to play, but eh.

[Kyrie Vyler]

It was a slow day for the Mana girl, opting to staying inside and use Mammon as a pillow while she played her games. She hadn't expected anyone to contact her so when a message did come to her handheld, the girl was rather slow in getting to it. Decked out in her PJs, the girl had to think really hard about getting changed and accepting the invitation. In the end she still agreed, sending a message back saying that she'd be there in a bit. More or less rolling around for a bit before actually kicking her butt into gear, Kyrie threw on her uniform and went out the dorm with her trollcat being a parrot again.

Now, the day must've been a particularly lazy one for the girl as she couldn't even bother herself with walking. Oh no, making use of one of her larger pokemon, Kyrie rode there on the back Pythius her zoroark. It was comfy little trip, using the fox's hair-mane thing as a blanket and a sun shield and snuggling into the creature's back as he ran. It was a moderately short time in getting to the appointed spot, riding on the back of a zoroark. But when they did get there, Kyrie absolutely refused to get off the pokemon; not that he minded much. Instead of forcing the comfy girl, the fox went up next to the other trainer, laying on his belly while Kyrie poked her head out of the red mane. "Good morning." she yawned, rubbing one eye as she snuggled into the black fur around Pythius' neck.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Lazy arse, it's already evening." He grinned a bit, ruffling her hair. "Nice sights, eh?" Oleg then returned his gaze to the island down below, staring at it with a faint smile on his face. "So, you brought the PGS, yeah?" He took out his own PGS, booting it up as he then went trough the games he had downloaded before selecting Cleffairy Kart.

"Might as well enjoy ourselves a bit, eh?" He then proceeded to select a track and a character, sending a game invite to Kyrie. "This time we'll have that race without any crashes, thanks to local gameplay."

[Kyrie Vyler]

The girl managed a weak protest, trying to lazily swat away the hand that abused her poor hair. Her eyes closed half-way before the girl got herself to roll onto her side, still staying within the red mane. At mention of the sight, Kyrie pulled herself from her comfy place to drag herself to the edge. Her violet looked at the setting, her mind going more along the lines of 'the scenery looks like a game I've played' rather than a normal girl's reaction of 'oh yes, it's gorgeous'.

She pushed herself into a sitting position at the mention of PGS, motioning for Pythius to get up and come be her backrest. The zoroark seemed to smile, sitting behind the girl as she leaned back against him. She pulled out her handheld, waking it up from it's sleep-mode and tapping the icon for the racing game. Mammon, who was still in the fox's mane, slid out. The purple cat trotting until he was only the girl's lap, careful to not fall off the edge they sat so close to. "Don't turn it off this time." The Mana girl murmured to the cat, using him as a sort of wrist-rest. The espeon merely let out a squeak of a cry and looked at her innocently.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a yawn as the loading screen spun it's tiny logo over and over again. It was a rather warm evening, one had to admit. Thankfully the cool of the night was slowly setting in, balancing it out to a comfortable level with a breeze here and there. Then the game started. Oleg grinned as he begun to race, doing his best to hit each item ball and drop as many obstacles behind him, getting a early lead before getting to a even ground with the girl, exchanging first places with her repeteadly.

"Imma gonna win this one." He grinned, catching one of the boosters as he boosted forwards, gaining a longer lead than before, entering the second lap about five seconds ahead of the girl.

[Kyrie Vyler]

There was a comfortable breeze against the lingering heat of the day. The girl took a breath of the cooler air, snuggling closer to her fox as she waited for the opening sequence to pass on her PGS. Her sleepy eyes looked down at the screen, her cursor flung across the screen for her character before she clicked ready and popped into the game. 3...2...1... Go! Off they went, speeding down the trail in their pixelated world.

Like Oleg, her character dodged tricks and smashed into treats. She had picked a speed cart that could easily fling her character off if she hit a trap so she made sure to not do just that. Booster here, throw a trap there - it was like a puzzle to squeeze things to where they fit and when they hit the second lap Kyrie's sleepy eyes were like a hawk's. Waiting for the opportunity to pass him and leave him in the dust. "You sound so confident." She teased, "Hope you don't trip."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Oh shut up." Oleg chuckled as the girl went past him, driving behind her for one complete lap as they reached the final one. He then hit a item ball, drawing out a special homing missile, grinning as he then launched it as it hit Kyrie. He sped past her, turning his head to her a moment as he did a raspberry, returning to driving.

He smiled to himself after the raspberry. He had missed something like this, just playing with people. Last time he had human opponents before getting to the academy was... Months ago, probably? He had dropped gaming for a while to prepare himself for this place. He was glad for Kyrie to appear in his life. In more ways than one, too.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Now she liked winning, she liked it a lot. So when she did pass him, a little smile flicked across her face until he passed her then it disappeared. Her enjoyment turned into a partial annoyance at the raspberry. She didn't bother to even comment at that, letting her actions speak for her. She sped on, hitting every boost she could find and throwing every single item she got at him. She found herself a triplet pair of shuckle shells and sent them all at him, letting them do their homing thing until she got the lightning bolt and decided to shrink everything instead. Now even if those shells did hit, it be a whammy for sure. She couldn't help but grin as her character closed in on first.

"Peek-a-boo." Kyrie grinned, swerving to bounce her kart into his before returning onto the track. She would show him some good old fashioned skill, sleepy skill but skill nonetheless. That and banana peels. Those were good too.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Arceus damned!" Oleg cursed as he was first hit, then shrunk, and then bonked off of the track. He cursed as he begun to chase her, almost passing her... Before she crossed over the finish line, ensuing in a victory lap. "Dammit." He cursed as he exited the race, moving his finger over to enter sleep mode. He then sighed, folding his hands and furrowing his brows before deciding to man up.

"I got one thing to say before we begin the round two where I actually play seriously." He snickered slightly before letting out a heavy sigh, preparing himself.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie raised her hands, along with the game; into the air in a victory pose. "Aww, wee lam." The girl chuckled, lowering her arms as she readied for another round. She was all pumped up and everything when it turned into pause time.

The girl rolled her head toward him, "Are you praying for mercy?" The girl asked, a mischievous little smile on her face now. Mammon raised his head from to look at the boy, the espeon more curious than his trainer as to what the Bolt boy was going to say. So curious, he was glaring daggers at him.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Well. It's just about that message I tried to send." Oleg looked to the sunrise for a moment, stroking his chin in thought as he then spoke rather bluntly. "I believe I have a crush on you." He then returned to the PGS, booting it up and beginning to go trough stages, trying to decide what to pick.

Oh crap, oh honest to Arceus crap. It was going to go bad, he knew it. He betted ten credits it would go bad, what if she would yell at him? What if... Oh Arceus damnit, calm down. Calm down, see what she has to say.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Oh. Kyrie slumped against her zoroark, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes. She had to wonder why he didn't just send it again, she was fairly sure Mammon didn't delete everything she got so she would've gotten it sooner or later. Was it that important? Apparently so.

The girl literally froze, not even breathing for a few moments while she took that in. That 'message'. Maybe he was joking? A test to see if she had humor. Yes, that was it - to throw her off-guard while he took the lead in the next race. She didn't want to have an inkling that he meant what he really said, drowning herself in her little fantasy worlds as her mind tried to push it away from any sort of deeper.

Now a normal girl would've probably gone through this giant maze trying to figure out several things like the simple: whys, hows, and for how longs. Then onto the more important stuff for her gender's side which would've been along the lines of: did she like him, how long would it last, etc. Kyrie didn't do that, instead taking it as a joke. A very bad joke. Still, she played along. "Oh... Is that so. If you become the champion of the island maybe I'll believe you." She tried to hold some note of humor in her voice, most of it just coming out as her quiet self revealing it's dark head again. Her face was blank, looking down at the screen as the girl sat there in denial. Then there was Mammon, who did not take that as a joke. His head swerved in the boy's direction with his eyes glowing fiercely. Enemy number one, locked on.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"I'm being serious, you know." Oleg sent her a invite to the next race, picking his character as they then entered a loading screen. "Honestly, we can just play it along as if it WAS a joke. I just wanted to get it off of my chest." He drummed this fingers against the PGS, biting his lower lip a bit. "Of course, I would be happy if you'd go along as if I was not joking, but whatever makes you happy fits for me."

Okay, okay. Telling that will probably get her to atleast be a bit more responsive with a flat out yes or no. Hopefully. And get Mammon to stop eyeing Oleg like was some sort of a demon trying to swoop a princess away.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie was lost, blind to what she should do. No one had ever confessed to her before, inside or outside of the academy. She tried focusing on the screen as the next invite was sent, joining that and waiting for the loading screen to pass. She bit her lip, thinking of what to say. Her parents never told her about this sort of stuff, those two focused on whether or not she was doing good at making friends. Then it came to mind, he merely said he had a crush on her - not that they should go out. "Have your crush then." Now was were her introverted self showed, her lack of experience with people and absolute idea of what to do in these sort of awkward situations were like being stuck in the middle of a party with a bunch of creeps staring at her. Now that she thought about, it was rather vague. He said he had a crush on her, didn't ask anything. As such Kyrie would treat him no different than before.

At least that's what she would tell herself. Mammon on the other hand was enraged. His body began to fluff up, his eyes still glowing and he even began to let out a low growl. Kyrie patted him on the back which settled down his growling but the purple cat wasn't about to allow this. He gave the boy one more warning, sliding a pebble off the edge in a threat.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg calmly watched as the pebble dropped, shrugging as he the race began. It was silent for the two first laps, but as they entered the third one, Oleg spoke while driving. "I take your silence as not returning the affection." He shrugged once more, continuing the race. He scratched the back of his neck, whistling the track tune as he raced across the track. He had kept a steady lead, but the tables might still turn.

But inside he was panicking. Shit. Crap, poop, anything. This was going to go bad, a simple okay was something he had expected, but he still did not know how to react to that. Crap.