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“Beau! What are you doing?!”
The one question Philippe has asked Arceus knows how many times because he swears that man is slightly insane. This time felt different though because Corbeau may have actually lost his mind. He was on the roof of the Syndicate office with Roserade and Gyarados playing with both of them. Tie, jacket, shoes, and socks completely discarded, Corbeau was simply running around in the middle of an absolute downpour like he was a little kid.
“What?” Corbeau looked at Philippe with a single raised brow as if Philippe was the unusual one here. “We’re having fun, right guys?” He then looked at both members of his team who were both just as happy as he was. “It’s our little bonding ritual. Roserade here loves the water and Gyarados, well… ahe’s a water type.”
Philippe still looked confused, but he couldn’t argue. He did love seeing how Corbeau looked genuinely happy with his Pokėmon.
Corbeau hopped on Gyarados’s back and held onto it as it flew into the sky. Philippe’s face immediately went white as he realized the risk of his boss dying.
“BEAU! GET DOWN HERE!” Philippe was fully panicking and Corbeau, not realizing why Philippe was panicking, flew back down. “You okay, Philippe?” He inquired as if Philippe was the one that was doing something risky and possibly life-threatening. Philippe just stood there and stammered in an attempt to come up with a response to his own fears pertaining to Corbeau’s recklessness.
“I just… didn’t wanna see you get hurt. Okay?” A faint blush dusted his cheeks and Corbeau immediately noticed.
“Well come on out here and join me then, big guy.” A drenched Corbeau was standing there talking to a bone-dry Philippe, yearning for him to come out to play with them.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Beau? I can’t really bring anyone out with me right now. Don’t want ‘em to get hurt.” Philippe was concerned and Corbeau was not having that concern at all.
“Philippe, I’m giving you five minutes to get off whatever needs to come off, then I’m bringing you out here with me.” Corbeau called Roserade over to stare at Philippe for that time frame. “Rhodes here is a great judge of time.”
Within seconds, Philippe began begrudgingly taking off his jacket, socks, shoes, and tie, leaving him to just his shirt and pants. Corbeau grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out into the rain. “Do you feel it? The cool rain on your skin, it’s refreshing, isn’t it?” Corbeau was practically vibrating with joy and Philippe was so confused and slightly uncomfortable thanks to the rain soaking him down to his core.
“Here, let me show you something cool.” Corbeau called Rhodes over and asked him to fire off a Petal Blizzard. “He figured out how to make it just as pretty in a torrential downpour.” Philippe had to admit it did look pretty the way the petals sparkled in the rain. The petals fluttered down around them as Corbeau and Philippe stared at each other. They looked at the way their shirts clung to their bodies, leaving nothing to hide. Corbeau loved the way Philippe’s stomach was somehow even more prominent in the rain, and Philippe loved how Corbeau’s torso and arms becoming more visible through the increasingly damp shirt.
“Can I- Can I kiss you?” Corbeau murmured and without even verbally replying, Philippe snaked an arm around Corbeau’s head and pulled him into a kiss as the rose petals fell around them. When they pulled away, they simply smiled at each other. Gyarados, who was flying above them, immediately stopped and cheered at the two of them.
“Thanks.”
They spent who knows how long simply chasing each other down, watching Rhodes and Gyarados battle and play, and embracing each other.
As soon as they got inside, the two of them dried off and got some dry clothes on before laying under some warm blankets, basking in each other’s warmth.