[se] True colours

The pokémon was fine and not bothered by the sudden change. While it was odd, it did not seem to be harmful in any way. He could hear Dai barking at something in the distance — A pidgey on a stall — but since Lamar said nothing about him Míngzé assumed his houndour was still blue.

Lamar mentioned a guy completely covered in pink powder, a sight to behold if he had to believe the tone of his voice. For a moment he tried to catch a glimpse of what he meant, but it was impossible with everything going on around them. “I don’t see the problem, you promised to be my shield,” Míngzé said calmly, although amusement shone through in his voice. If a large amount of powder would come their way, he had his meatshield

Míngzé nodded when asked to continue. “Whatever you want, I’m completely at your mercy,” Míngzé said jokingly, with a small hint of a grin. There was nothing that could be done about it. Especially since this was his first time at this festival. He really had no idea what could be found here.

It was unfair of him to let Lamar make all the choices, something he was probably not used to. He struggled with describing stuff, and now he had to make decisions for him. Míngzé felt like he should try to help him a little. “There are all kinds of crafts here, yes? Like clay sculptures or handmade candles?” Basically everything he could touch was something he was interested in. A simple painting was completely worthless.

Meanwhile, he walked slowly as he was still trying to eat his whole candy floss. Not as easy task while walking and trying to use a cane.

This was nice, just a normal day, away from it all. Much of it was thanks to Lamar himself, who was not involved in anything. It made the man intriguing, fun to be around even and put him at ease. Míngzé wished more days were like these, but he knew what awaited him once he got home. Which is why he wanted to enjoy this day to the fullest.

“That much, huh? You’ll just have to try really hard,” Míngzé decided. So far they were in luck that the amount thrown at them had been barely anything.

One of the corners of his mouth pulled up into a small smile. “Completely,” he repeated with a firm nod. It was anything but a lie, the man could take him wherever he pleased to and he would not even mind. Something about enjoying this day to the fullest.

Lamar mentioned there were indeed sculptures of all kinds of pokémon, which sounded intriguing. As he said before, he was at the man’s mercy and simply followed him. “Soon you’ll come to realize I barely know anything about pokémon.” He doubted he would be able to tell which pokémon was which, simply because he did not know their names.

One eyebrow moved up in surprise when someone gently grabbed hold of his sleeve. Míngzé stared at whoever did it, a comment laying on his tongue but he quickly swallowed it. “Here,” a voice said when his free hand was grabbed. He could feel the person placing some powder in his palm, orange of color.

“That was odd. So, about being my shield, “he said, turning to Lamar. It was anything but practical, holding his food and cane in one hand, while the other was filled with powder. This left him with only one option. Without warning he threw the powder towards Lamar, which was easy given they were next to each other.

Their destination was a stall which contained all kinds of statues, but it would take a while before they got there. “A friend of mine made me believe that the Eevee I was gifted was a Vulpix,” Míngzé started explaining with a deep sigh, although there was a hint of fondness. “That went on for way too long.” All because the damned thing did not want to get touched at all.

Míngzé hummed and nodded at the same time. “It makes sense,” he said calmly. At least this confirmed that he had managed to hit him. Not that he could quite see the appeal in this festival. Probably a result of his own incapabilities. “Had to test if it worked.” And luckily it did.

All he felt was a slight tickle along his exposed arms, nearly too soft to feel. With a slight questioning frown he looked at the other. “Did you just throw some at me too?” He had to ask because he could not be sure. It could have been the wind, someone else of nothing at all. His eyes would not be able to tell him anything.

When he was asked if Lamar had passed the test, he hummed thoughtfully. "Undetermined, I think we need more tests,” Míngzé said with a short shrug and a hint of a smile. Color still managed to hit him as Lamar threw some at him. A thought filled his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. This was not the time. “Tired of all the black?” It was his go to color and his whole closet was filled with it.

They made their way toward one of the stalls and he managed to throw away the stick of his candy floss along the way. A questioning look filled his eyes as Lamar seemed to change his mind and all of the sudden they were changing direction.

With a raised eyebrow he turned his head towards Lamar. “Uh, yeah,” he started a bit uncomfortable. Luckily he had not drunk so much that he had holes in his memories. They were all still there, which was not much better. “I’ve learned that my coördination gets very bad after a few drinks.” Not even a few, one was probably enough.

“Not my proudest moments,” Míngzé continued with a shake of his head. The fact that they were at the festival together at least meant he had not fucked it up completely.

His eyebrows moved closer together. Míngzé was lost and it was clearly written on his face. He did not completely understand why Lamar would bring up that little fact from the blind date, when talking about crafts of glass. His cane hit something and at the same time Lamar seemed to come to a halt.

“Glasses that give light?” On the table he could indeed see various colors blending together into something unreadable. One of them was raised by Lamar, making it a little easier to decipher. Míngzé reached out to hold it in his own hands. Only this way he could get somewhat of an idea what it looked like.

Míngzé held it in front of his face, seeing the colors of the lights almost dancing before his eyes. “This is so weird,” he said as he stared at it, but he was strangely intrigued by it all. Something like this would definitely make his life a lot easier. “Never knew something like this existed, illuminating drinks. Are they for sale?” Having a few of these might not be a bad idea.