Pokémon 100 Theme Challenge

Prompt Number 13

Psychedelic.


"What be that word? Th' one hippies used to use in, like, th' eighties 'n junk? Nnoitra glanced at Katharina out of the corner of his eye, the group's resident pirate looking at the blonde male dancing about her boat's deck, without a care in the world, apparently. She looked at Nnoitra when she felt his eyes on her, the brunette pursing her lips as she awaited his answer.

"How should I know, ya dumb broad?" He growled under his breath as he looked down at the ocean, the waves caressing the side of the ship, rather than harassing it like they usually did. Katharina growled right back at the male before her eyes moved back to their original focus.

"'Tis like psycho or someth'…" She muttered under her breath, sighing as she thought about the word that was on the tip of her tongue.

"Groovy?" Nnoitra attempted, despite calling her a 'dumb broad' for asking the question in the first place.

"And I'm the dumb one? When you think groovy is like psycho?!" Katharina hissed in distaste, looking Nnoitra up and down disgustedly as she leaned against the railing of her ship, her back to the ocean, facing the odd dancing blonde male. Suddenly her face brightened and she slapped Nnoitra's arm, the male looking at her with an indifferent expression.

"Psychedelic, me dear land lubber!" Katharina exclaimed, loud enough for the blonde to hear and stop his odd dancing, looking over at the couple by the railing of the ship. Shinji smiled and looked at the couple before giving a bow.

"I appreciate the compliment, Captain Kat." Shinji smirked nonchalantly before taking his hat off and throwing it to the two. The couple reached out quickly, both grabbing the edge of the hat before it fell to the ocean water below.

As they turned back to the deck, Nnoitra releasing the hat and handing it over to Katharina, the pirate pulling it on her head sideways in a teasing fashion, Shinji had disappeared to elsewhere on the rather large ship.

Nnoitra rolled his eyes. "Psychedelic… That guy's on a drug trip, 24/7, 365 days a year." He mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk to the front of the ship.

"I think he's fun. You're just jealous because you're 'groovy' and he's Psychedelic." The pirate teased, smirking as she fixed her newfound hat and followed the male. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing at her idea of 'fun.'