"Oh. My. G- aaah!" Asuna's head dropped back against the headrest, and she slammed her fist against the seat next to her. After a moment, she looked over at Keoni, who had a suppressed smile on his face. "You swear you never..." He shook his head, rolling a marble around and cuing a cry from Asuna as she slapped his hand away. "No. No way are we playing this game anymore. You cheat." She picked all the marbles off the board, putting it and the marble bag back into the compartment under her seat. The rocky landscape of Mount Chimney and its range had given way to the open grassland of Rustboro's surrounds, though the buildings were becoming thicker on the ground than actual grass. Soon, they reached the station and the shinkansen came to a halt.

Unlike the airport, the station was a pokemon-free zone. It wasn't until the couple entered Rustboro proper that Keoni could let Sirocco out to stretch his wings. Admittedly, it wasn't a long ride, but still. The flygon immediately took off, and Keoni watched him go, until Asuna put an arm around his waist and pressed herself against him. "I swear by all four Tapu I've never played checkers before," he told her, but she put a hand over his mouth and gave him that look. He contented himself with putting an arm around her shoulders. "So where-" He stopped and looked up as he heard a skarmory call above him. "Where to?" He asked Asuna, looking with some distaste at the factories along the western edge of town.

She nudged him in the opposite direction. "We're off to the Pokemon Center. You have your Trainer Card on you, right?" He nodded. "We're getting a room there for the next couple of days. If anyone asks, we're foreign trainers on a journey through Hoenn before we settle down and-" Asuna went pink across the cheeks a little, and he smiled when he figured out why. "And that's why we might be in places we're not supposed to, alright?"

Whistling to call Sirocco back, Keoni agreed. "I can see why you're calling me foreign, but you have a local accent."

"Do I?" Asuna remarked, bumping his hip with hers.

"You d-" He frowned. It took him a few seconds, but he replied, "Did you just say that with an Unovan accent?"

Asuna smiled and fluttered her eyelashes like a Nimbasa City model, adding a little more sway to her walk which Keoni immediately noticed. "You didn't wonder why I spent so much time in the bathroom today?" She asked, flipping her straightened hair over one shoulder. Without its length being bound up in curls and frizz, it fell just far enough past her shoulders that a man's, specifically his, eyes were drawn down to her off-the-shoulder sundress. 

"I have two older sisters," Keoni shrugged, looking up before he could be accused of lingering. "Women take a lot of time in the bathroom, it's kinda a fact." He found himself looking around a little more, spotting other young men out of the pedestrians and meeting their eyes just long enough to warn them off, not long enough to challenge them to a battle. Sirocco thumped along behind them, taking his cue from his trainer and looking intimidating. "Wait, if we're both trainers, don't you need a pokemon?"

The doors of the trainer's hostel slid open in front of them with that particular liquid-glass shing that all hostels had from Dewford to Snowpoint. Asuna dropped her voice into a sultry tone that promised interesting things even if the subject was incredibly innocuous. "That's already arranged, my dear Keoni. Now act like you're head over heels for me,"

"Already am," he interrupted, earning a glare softened by a flattered smile.

Asuna bumped him with her hip. "I meant, less like you're looking forward to seeing this dress fall off and more like you're going to kiss me silly."

"Can't I do both?" Keoni asked, and she rolled her eyes at him. As they entered the queue for the nurses' desk, he swept her into his arms and kissed her slowly, taking enough time that the person behind them coughed when the queue moved forward. In time, they ended up at the desk in turn. "HI, I'm Keoni Mahiki," He fished out his trainer card and placed it flat on the counter. "I've got two pokemon and a gorgeous fiancee to declare. Can we also get a room?"

The receptionist bowed, checking his card. "Planning on visiting our local gyms?" He nodded and replied with meaningless small talk. "And your card, miss?"

Asuna blushed deeply enough that Keoni was sure she was acting. "Oh, um, I think it's still in our luggage." Untangling her arm from Keoni's, she leaned over the counter and dropped her voice. "You can check for Julia Smith, I think I'm there."

The nurse nodded. Typing quickly at the computer, Keoni was surprised to see a picture of Asuna - sorry, "Julia" - appear with full trainer registration. Clearly this wasn't some spur-of-the-moment disguise. She had a real alter ego and everything. "Yes, here we are. Your pokemon were dropped off by courier for treatment. Let me go fetch them." As Asuna stepped back and entangled her finders with his, Keoni raised an eyebrow. She pouted and trailed a finger over his chin, pulling him down for a kiss of her own. "Excuse me," the receptionist returned with three pokeballs; two regular and one premier. "I have your pokemon, Miss Smith." Asuna took them from the woman and placed them on her handbag. "And your keys, for one of our double rooms upstairs."

"Thank you," Keoni took those, and walked with her up the escalator. Sirocco went back into his pokeball for now, with a minor sound of complaint.

Asuna rested her head on his as they walked through the corridor. "Stop staring at me."

"I'm not!" Keoni objected, then looked down directly into her cleavage as she pressed herself against him. "Well, I [i]wasn't[/i]." Asuna giggled, unlike her normal laugh, but still cute in its own way. "You're playing the Nimbasa Shockgirl stereotype pretty hard, you know," he said, opening the door to their room. "Not that I'm complaining."

Asuna took a few steps into the room. It was fairly basic, even spartan, with a double bed to their left, pokemon bedding and a door to a bathroom on their right, and a closet that might hold maybe two days' worth of clothes. The window directly in front of the door had its curtains drawn, though enough daylight seeped through that the room was lit. "Well, that's my job," She deposited her handbag on a bedside table and turned around to face him as he closed the door. Kicking off her shoes, she reached behind herself and shook her shoulders. "But for now, I'm off the clock." Her dress neatly puddled on the floor and she stepped forward to grab his belt. "So keep staring."