You've got... clerical errors [Aoi]

face forward finding hope in only

the shimmering heat 

so far, today has not been his favorite.

the day started out like any other: waking up in the middle of his arena. he found no reason for a bed of any sort when the room specially designed for your type included some very comfortable grass bedding. tall trees provided a lovely canopy overhead, blocking out most of the fluorescent lights while letting some of the rays filter through the leaves. it left the forest-like room darker than a place indoors should be, but he liked it. the darkness that surrounded him provided the perfect area for his dear fairies to play around in. the shimmering lights that emitted from his pokemon as they danced around in the air was almost... hypnotizing if someone watched for too long. perhaps that was how he found out the grass flooring was so comfortable after passing out from hours of neglecting himself because his fairies were far more interesting. no wonder he never actually found himself an apartment to settle into beforehand. of course, the elite four technically lived at the center of the kochi league, always on standby in case a challenger arrived.

ah, but he was allowing himself to get off track. today was not his favorite because an hour ago everything started to feel... well, there was a sense of dread nagging at him from the back of his mind, almost as if he forgot something important or... or... he couldn't quite place the feeling. the best adjective he could find for the feeling was strange. perhaps a japanese-to-english dictionary was in order, but, then again, he couldn't even place the feeling to a word or phrase in his native language.

a sigh passed through his lips as he watched his pokemon play around the arena. he kept them outside of her pokeballs more often than not, and they were happier that way. it also gave him something better to focus on than the boredom that came with waiting for a chance to actually do his job. could this even be called a job? did they even get paid? ugh, he should check his bank account's balance sometime soon to see if it was increasing for a reason other than low interest rates. thin, pale fingers threaded through his black hair in a feeble attempt at brushing his bangs out of his face. his eyes began to lose their focus as blue mist slowly covered the arena flooring, though he could vaguely make out the shapes of his gardevoir and sylveon prancing around in their misty terrain. the move was a blessing and a curse sometimes.

knock. knock. knock.

the sound of barking instantly filled the room right after the knocking, and the man quickly snapped out of his daze. he slowly stood up, feeling a heavy weight push against the material of his kimono and towards his legs, almost tripping him in his process of standing. he turned towards the weight and the source of the barking, letting out soft, cooing shushing noises as he patted the head of the granbull that huddled against him. "it's okay, timid one. calm yourself." picking his way around the purple dog pokemon, his words having worked some sort of magic over the pokemon (at least in the sense that he stopped barking, but noboru followed after his master so closely that both almost tripped a couple of times from the granbull stepping on aoi's kimono).

he made his way over to the door, listening carefully as a muffled voice could be heard from behind it. ah, the... what did they call her again? something or dragons? mistress of dragons? dragon queen? mother of dragons? dragon empress? there were various names floating around for the dragon specialist elite four, just like there were multiples for him, the main being the princess of fairies. he ignored the mispronunciation of his name, having already grown used to it after so many years of different dialects trying to pronounce a name of only three vowels. "a letter?" he echoed, primarily to himself. with a soft shrug, he reached out his hand, opening the door wide enough for a person to slip through, though the blue mist was the only thing that used this to its advantage on his end. "hello, anastasia-san." he bowed his head in greeting, opening the door a little wider before stepping back. he felt movement underneath his kimono as the heavy material was lifted up from behind. a force pushed his legs apart, and the material in the front lifted up as well. the barking from before started up once more as the granbull caught sight of the dragon specialist.

with a sigh, he ran his fingers across the canine's head, down one cheek, and to the chin, successfully silencing the dog once more as his long nails gave reassuring scratches to the easily startled granbull. "do not mind noboru-chan. he is afraid of those he does not know well enough." with his free hand, he motioned for the woman to enter. "please, come in, come in. the doorway is not the place to discuss matters of... mail." wait, why did he have mail in the first place? junk mail was to be instantly discarded before reaching his desk, and having his mail be sent to someone entirely different was unheard of until now.

"speech"