Title: A Face
Pairing: Hints of Giovanni/fem!Trainer
A/N: If there is one thing Giovanni considers to be important, it is a face. When a girl dashes into his office with a fringe long enough that it touches her nose, he decides to give her a tip. This is basically just an idea that I've been playing around with in my head. I have realized exactly how much I love Giovanni from the first games, but for fanfiction's sake, in my mind he's about twenty six, and my trainer is seventeen. I might draw my version of him, if this goes any further than this short fic in particular.
"Just a tip?"
...Sighing, Giovanni murmured something to the nearest female Grunt, plucking the headband from the brightly coloured hair and walking, ever so slowly, over to the trainer in front of him. He was highly unimpressed with the charmeleon's huffing and puffing, more amused with the way this girl's nose was scrunching up in frustration. He patted her on the head, trying not to look too disinterested, and not too much like he wanted to smirk. To laugh at her.
"No face is intimidating when I have to lean over to see it. Now hold out your hand, child."
She hesitated. He sighed, and pulled her hand up, placing the simple blue headband in her hand with a patronising smile. She stared at it, and quite literally had to lift up a few locks of hair to stare at the small, simple item. She glanced up suddenly, obviously confused. He had to stop himself from laughing, though it took him a few seconds to get his shaking shoulders under control. "No face is intimidating when I can barely see it."
As he walked out, her green eyes looked to the headband, back up and around. She just saw the flick of the persian's tail disappear around the door before she carefully shuffled towards it, looking around the corner and, seeing him still there, taking a few stronger steps forward. "Giovanni." He didn't look back, but her eyes narrow underneath her long fringe. As quickly as she can, she slides the headband in, pushing the fringe back. It wasn't quite sleek, but it would do. "Giovanni!"
Finally, his head turned. Very slowly, and the Grunts looked over as well, eyes narrowing, hands going for their pokeballs. He rose his own hand to stop them, though, a singular eyebrow raising in question. "Yes?"
Her eyebrows drew together, eyes sparking with a strange sense of defined dignity. Strong determination he knew would be extremely interesting to watch develop.
"You won't beat me!"