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”Geez, you didn’t tell me you were blind.”
”I’d ask you if you wanted to fight, but from the looks of things, it would probably be over so quickly it wouldn’t be worth the effort, you know?”
“What if I was? Ye’d hit a blind man, eh, mate?
“If ye want it te last, we could jes’ rip them pretty eyes out o’ yer skull, level the playin’ field. Either way, I could take ye with both me hands behind me back, ye dig?”
”What? Don’t get all touchy just because I’m the only one could wear this and look good.”
”Aaah, are you trying to threaten me? Really?”
“Look... good? Sorry, mate. I don’ see it.”
“An’ believe me, I ain’t tryin’. You’d look better hangin’ from a tree.”
”Eeeh, probably a disaster?”
”You’re going to get heatstroke.”
“Excuse you?? Yer one te talk, mate.”
“May gimme heatstroke, but ‘least I can use it te strangle ye bifer it does.”
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”… What are you wearing?”
“It’s a fuckin’ hood. The hell d’ye think it is?”
“Someone bring me some booze.”
“I been dry fer fuckin’ weeks, an’ I ain’t got no cash, so someone cough the fuck up.”
"I heard somebody ain't eatin'."
"Guess I should actually do what I said I was gonna. Good thing I managed te pick up some good mushrooms out near me secret base, teday....."
“I’m sorry, my father isn’t here at the moment… Is there a reason why you are at the brewery?” The blond inquired, making it a point to keep his gaze cast down to the ground as he spoke. It was almost as if he was nervous, not like he would admit to that. It was just he wasn’t comfortable with interacting with people. The fear that they would recognize him as that murderous kid who killed a peer at eight was still there, even though he was eighteen years old.
The boy standing before him didn't seem to notice the young man's discomfort, or if he did, he didn't say a single thing about it, fidgeting in front of the blond with eyes wide in some small measure of fear.
"Y-ye s-s-sell bo—ooze here, right-t?" he murmured, struggling to form the words properly. Hesitantly, he fished in his pocket, withdrawing a few of Hoenn's trademark yellow bills and holding them out to the blond, hand trembling. "C-ca–an this b-buy an—ythin'? At a-all? E-e-even if i-it-it's w-wa–tered down, c-c-c-can th-this buy anyth-thin'....?"
Wow, when the other flipped their hood down, Aphrodi couldn’t help but stare… again. He really needed to stop staring, otherwise the poor guy might get the wrong idea. And, when the man mentioned his name was Tabitha, Aphrodi cocked his head to the side slightly. What an interesting name…. Feminine, but interesting.’ Aphrodi thought, taking the time to clasp his hands behind his back whilst rocking back and forth on his heels. He had to remind himself that his name was rather feminine too, so he could understand what the man could have possibly been put through in the past.
But, bringing his thoughts back to Tabitha, Aphrodi brought his attention up to the other’s face, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘Unfortunately, I’m not from around these parts. Johto’s my home region… Thoug, I’m actually kind of glad to be getting away from it…. There are people there… I don’t particularly want to meet again in my life time. But, with that being said, sadly, I am here on vacation.”
Ahhh, so he was just a visitor, too, huh? That was okay. Tabitha may not have been exceedingly familiar with Slateport, but he wasn't unfamiliar with it; he could help Aphrodi around, he mused, if the blond needed him to. Though, the fact that he was here on vacation was a plus- that was why Tabitha was there, too, kinda, so it was as good of an excuse as any to try and make Aphrodi his New Friend- and since, from the sound of it, Aphrodi was here all alone, Tabitha would make sure he had a good day in Slateport, at the very least.
"Well, ain't no place better fer a vacation than Hoenn! Personally, I think Lilycove's the best place to relax, but Slateport ain't bad. Lots te do here, great getaway fer the summer." He gestured grandly to the city with one hand, shoving the other into his pocket as he smiled at the blond. "If ye need any help findin' thin's te do er how te get 'round, we can help eachother out, yeah? I know a few parts o' town, so I can show ye here an' there if ye need it. What do ye say?"
Oh, how cute; Aphrodi has somehow made the man tongue-tied, which was great considering how he had wanted the other’s attention. So, he took a moment to pause, allowing a small laugh to pass his lips before deciding to speak up, “I would beg to differ… You’re quite attractive it I must say so myself.”
Yes, he was going to flatter Tabitha nonstop at this rate, because, well, he wanted to see him flustered. The blond figured he would be adorable when all red in the face. And, for a brief moment, he wondered what would happen if he just up and kissed him, you know, out of the blue. Aphrodi knew that probably wouldn’t have ended well, seeing as how he didn’t even know this guy’s name, so, to make things easier for him in the future, he took a moment to say, “I’m Aphrodi by the way.”
Tabitha reached up to flip his hood down so he could run a hand through his hair in one of his anxious ticks. He liked Aphrodi's laugh. He really really liked Aphrodi's laugh. The compliment, on the other hand, just made his cheeks redden the slightest bit, regardless of the fact that it was the second time Aphrodi had told him that.
"It's nice te meet ye, Aphrodi," he said, "m'name's Tabitha. Do ye, uh.... do ye live 'round here, then?" Tab didn't come to Slateport often, so he wasn't exactly sure of the best places to do things at, and this guy seemed nice enough; maybe if he asked nicely, Aphrodi would hang out with him for a little while. It'd be nice to have someone to do things with, today, because he was pretty sure Blaise and even the rest of his friends in Magma were currently indisposed. Besides, Aphrodi was really really cute, and he wouldn't mind following him around for a few hours.
Oh god, the guy even has a lovely accent. What a great way to make Aphrodi melt on the inside before actually getting the chance to exchange names. It felt as if, that if things kept going like this, Aphrodi would soon find himself as a mere puddle on the ground. He just needed to stay calm. Yes, calm was his forte. He definitely do this. Or, well, that’s what he believed as he allowed this warm smile to grace his lips while he took a moment to look this man over once more.
To be honest, Aphrodi wouldn’t have minded it if he were given the chance to stare at this beautiful person. It wasn’t as if he was given the chance to appreciate anyone as attractive as this stranger back at headquarters where a majority of the grunts were all the same. No, if anything, he never got the chance to do this. So, here he was, ogling this rather friendly guy without so much as an ounce of shame. Aphrodi had to tear his gaze away from him eventually, which he did, directing his gaze elsewhere as he realized that he was at a loss for words.
What was he supposed to say to grab this person’s attention and keep it? That was the biggest question on his mind as he brought a hand up to awkwardly rub his arm. He couldn’t just behave the way he would towards people from his home region; that would definitely get him a one way ticket to ‘i hate your guts’-ville. The last thing he wanted was to have a person from the region he’s currently visiting to hate him. No, that would be absolutely tragic. Aphrodi just couldn’t stand the mere thought of losing the attention of someone so attractive in his eyes.
So, Aphrodi took a brief moment to take a deep breath and exhale before bringing his attention back to this man, greeting him with a soft, “Ah, I’m fine, I’m just a little surprised to have run into someone. Though, on the topic of well being, I’m more worried about you, are you alright? I do hope you’re alright; I would hate to be the cause of such an attractive person’s injuries.”
Suck up.
The guy went quiet for a moment, just staring, and Tabitha had to admit he was a little confused- he wasn't sure what the blond was staring at. Did he have something embarrassing on his face, again? Because he knew sometimes Blaise would draw things on his face in sharpie while he slept, but it had been a while since that happened and he hadn't any sharpie on his face when he was shaving, that morning.
He frowned a little when the blond eventually averted his gaze- Tabitha didn't like that, because it meant he couldn't see those eyes clearly, anymore, but to his satisfaction, it wasn't long before the blond looked back up at him and asked if he was okay, as well. The smile sprang back to his face the instant he could stare into those eyes again.
"Ah, I'm alrigh', don' worry 'bout me. Wouldn't be much if I couldn' handle a li'l bump like that," he chuckled. "Sorry, again, mate, I won' kee-" Wait. Wait a second. Wait. Wait. Wait. Did this guy just call him attractive? Tabitha's expression gave way to one of surprise. He wasn't used to being called attractive; hell, he thought he ranked average, at best, and even then for the most part he'd just kind of labeled himself as not-so-attractive; he didn't exactly have guys hitting on him all the time, so he must not have been, right? And to be told that he was by some cute, squishy-looking blond was enough to take him off-guard once more.
"O-Oh, uhm," he stammered out in reply, "ye don' gotta worry 'bout that, then? 'Cause I mean, I ain't- I ain't really- I mean, that shoulda been me line, not yers, 'cause yer- an' I ain't-- uhhhh." Good going Tabby, he berated himself mentally, words are things you can say.
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This was supposed to be a seemingly innocent vacation; a way to get away from the chaos that was headquarters and relax. But, unfortunately Aphrodi couldn’t get himself to relax, even if he was thousands of miles away from his father’s current location. There was just this sinking feeling that something bad would happen if he didn’t stay alert here in this foreign country. Though, there was only so much one could do to stay alert, and to Aphrodi that meant looking around while he headed towards the market in Slateport. He was pretty much looking everywhere but in front of him, which ultimately led to him walking right into a complete and total stranger.
His usually snappish reflexes caused him to open his big mouth to snap at the stranger, ‘Hey! Watch where you’re—…..’ only to find himself trailing off upon actually laying his eyes on this person. Much to his surprise the person was donned in some sort of weird, red get-up, he could really care less what it was exactly though. And, they had purple hair, purple hair.
Talk about hot.
Aphrodi found his cheeks warming up ever so slightly as he took a moment to mentally slap himself for being so rude to such an attractive person. It was in that moment his personality took a one-eighty, and Aphrodi felt the need to get on this person’s good side. After a few moments of complete silence he parted his lips slightly to speak up once more, mumbling, “Oh, uh, I didn’t see you there…. Sorry about that.”
Tabitha hadn't been sure what to do with his day off. He normally didn't really take days off; he didn't need them. His job was fun, and he loved it- he got to hike through the region's uninhabited and inhospitable wilds, living close to nature, sleeping under the stars, exploring, drawing maps- fighting Aquas for territory. It was a good way to live, and with how much fun it was for him, he hardly considered it work, at all. But no, for some random reason or another, he wasn't supposed to work today, was strictly forbidden to, even. So he ended in the streets of Slateport, wandering all by himself absent-minded through the city streets.
Maybe he could catch a few contests, he mused; the old contest hall near the Battle Tent could still put on a few good shows, and it had been a long time since he'd seen one. Of course, he could always go shopping at the warf, there was always plenty of new things to buy, from jewelery to fun foods to decorations for his secret bases, and even the occasional stuffed animal for him to take home to snuggle with. What Tabitha wasn't expecting, however, was to turn a corner only to run smack-dab into a- girl? no, wait, not a girl, definitely a boy- blond with eyes striking and nearly slitted like a cat's that couldn't do anything but catch the entirety of Tabitha's attention.
"Oh! Uhh—" Sadly, that was the most intelligent he'd been able to sound right off the bat. The blond had caught him entirely off-guard, nearly shouting one second and then all of a sudden being completely docile the next. That was weird. This guy was weird. But Tabitha's gaze was drawn only to his eyes- maybe it was because he worked for an organization where everyone save the big boss up top wore a hood, but for some reason, eyes were always the first thing he noticed about a person, and he found himself particularly liking the blond's eyes.
"No worries, mate! Sorry, meselfs, shoulda been watchin' where I was goin'. Didn' mean te run inte ye, like that, ye alrigh'?"
"Care to join me?"
10. (NSFW) A game of strip poker
Tabitha glanced dubiously between Blaise and the deck of cards- didn't Blaise suck at poker? So why was he inviting Tab to game of it? Unless he wanted to play something, lke.... Go Fish, which Tab sucked at, though he wasn't sure if that qualified as poker.
"....Ye sure ye wanna play me, then, mate?" he asked after a moment, "I mean, I'm all fer it, but ye'll be sittin' there shiverin' in yer boxers bifer ye even git me te take off me hood. If ye want te, though....." Well, the idea of kicking Blaise's ass at strip poker was appealing, to say the least- Tabitha wasn't exactly against the idea of making Blaise lose all of his clothing.
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Raising Kid, What Do? || Closed Starter for Dontcallmeawitch & Subatomicrocket
Blaise took a few cautious scoots away from the taller male, who decided to take a seat in front of him. Stealing a glance behind him, the blond finally noticed that there had been another person n the house with him; a stranger. And, the first thing that ran through the child’s mind was ‘stranger danger, I’ve gotta get outta here’ only for that thought to be replaced with ‘This purple guy seems nice' moments later.
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Well. This was making for a wonderful first impression. If door-guy thought he could intimidate him, then he clearly had another thing coming. Who the fuck did he think he was, waltzing in there out of nowhere and talking shit like that? Apparently he knew Blaise, but the blond wasn’t exactly around to confirm or deny that claim. Still, the Executive didn’t want to jump to conclusions on the matter; he had a feeling things wouldn’t go over well if he decided to take the “stab first and ask questions later" route of doing things, as fun as it happened to be. It would probably be a pain in the ass to find a good place to hide the body, anyways, and if things happened to get violent, there was no doubt in his mind that the kid would start screaming. And considering how terrible he was when it came to shutting them up, things would probably only end up getting messier from there.
Oh. Right. And the brat might end up traumatized.
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Tabitha merely blinked and stared, confused, as the child introduced himself. Blaise, he said. As in, his Blaise? And he liked fire, like his Blaise. And apparently killed someone with it. Still like his Blaise. Blaise was a kid now? The actual fuck? He frowned slightly as the blond papped his face, brow furrowing in thought- how had Blaise turned into a kid? Was something like that even possible? And even then, why didn't remember anything, like in the movies? Well, then again maybe movies weren't exactly the best science, but it had to be a little accurate, right? Right?
"Uh... Blaise, huh?" he repeated intelligently after a minute or two. "Ye, uh- what're ye doin' all by yer lonesome, then, boyo? Ye want us te stay with ye 'til yer mum an' da come home fer ye?" Maybe it wasn't the best decision to draw attention to the lack of adults in the house, but either way, Blaise seemed to be taking to them rather well- Tabitha wasn't entirely worried they would have to deal with a shrieky little kid getting them in trouble with the cops for some random-ass reason or another. Though, he did have to wonder how this would effect dinner.
Proton, however, he wasn't sure about at all- especially when he called them cultists. Tabitha couldn't help but scowl at that- they weren't cultists, and they weren't eco-terrorists. Groudon dammit, he wished people would stop calling them that. "Ain't a fuckin' cult," he growled, "ain't a fuckin' cultist, either, Mr. Leprechaun. I'm a Groudondamned Magma Admin, and I'll throw you the fuck out if I want te." That being said, he became decidedly less unsure about Proton when the man told kid!Blaise he was a superhero; honestly, that sounded better than what Tab would peg him for, and though obviously he wasn't a superhero, he at least didn't seem to be a homicidal maniac hell-bent on dismembering the both of them. Which was good. Tab supposed maybe this guy was a guest of Blaise, after all.
"....Don't supposed ye know what's goin' on, though, all fightin' aside?" If he was a guest, he may have some vague idea of what was going on, at least, maybe, so it couldn't hurt to ask, could it? Especially since Blaise didn't seem to remember anything from being an adult, otherwise he probably would have punched Tab out for treating him like a kid. And speaking of. ".....Uh... an'... either o' you two hungry? I, uh.... well, usually pop on over te fix Blaise dinner 'round this time, guess it couldn't hurt te cook fer one more, an' he'll prolly be needin' some food in him, anyways, even as a li'l bugger like he is, now."
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Goddammit, these were his own words coming back to bite him. One innocent little offhanded comment about his hatred for children was apparently more than enough to warrant the universe dropping one on his doorstep. Blaise’s doorstep. Whatever. Apparently killing people was totally okay, but not liking the smaller version of said people was completely taboo.
Fuck the universe. Preferably with sandpaper.
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Tabitha wasn't quire sure what he'd been expecting- okay, no, he knew exactly what he'd been expecting, and he had been expecting Blaise to open the door, let him in, and watch him cook dinner before they ate, got drunk, and maybe even had some drunk kisses, because drunk kisses were best kisses. What he hadn't been expecting was for a small blond boy to open the door, screech, and fall on his butt as he tried to get out of the way. He was expecting the green-haired guy even less, and neglected to answer him right away, simply regarding him with a cautious, confused, gaze. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong, and Tabitha didn't like it one bit.
"I... dunno where Blaise is," he said slowly, after a moment. "Dunno who the fuck ye are, either, an' if it turns out ye ain't supposed te be here, we're gonna have some beef. Me name's Tabitha. I'm one o' Blaise's boys." Where was Blaise, anyways? He hadn't ever told Tab he was gonnna have some... greenie over. Frowning, Tabitha decided it would probably be in his best interest to first figure out if the kid needed anything; he looked a little bit like Blaise, so it was entirely possible this was some younger member of his friend's blood-family. Offering the boy a small smile, Tabitha stepped fully into the entry, shutting the door behind him and lowering himself to sit cross-legged on the floor before him.
"Hey, there, li'l fella. Ye speak any English?" He tried to keep his tone gentle as he spoke to the boy; he'd already scared him, once, he didn't want to do it again. "Call me Uncle Tab, yeah? Want te tell me yer name, so we can be frienss?" That was how it worked with kids, right? Friendship magic, or some shit like that? To be honest, Tabitha wasn't sure; he knew next to nothing about kids, having been an only child, himself. Well, he suposed he would be learning, if Blaise needed any help looking after this one.
Suddenly, however, he remembered the green stranger; it would also probably be a good idea to figure out who this guy was and whether or not he needed to be kicked out. "Ye too, mate. Who're ye, and are ye even suposed te be here, righ' now? 'Cause if ye ain't, I ain't afraid te toss yer ass out the window."
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The sky was starting to get dark; it was late. As Tabitha trudged through the route towards Blaise's house, he inwardly- and outwardly- cursed himself. He was late, he was very late; it was almost dinner time, and he needed to fix some food for his friend; if he didn't, he was sure, Blaise wouldn't eat, and that was not acceptable at all. He hoped there was something in the fridge he could make into a decent meal.
Pausing at the front door, Tabitha pulled his keys out of his pockets, and with shaky hands, attempted to slid his spare key into the lock, but managed to only scratch it around the metal, leaving thin streaks of dullness in its shine; damn he needed a drink. Sighing heavily, he gave up entirely on the prospect of unlocking the door himself and settled for banging the side of his fist against the wooden door.
"Oi, Blaise! Mate, I'm here fer dinner!"
"Can ye let me in? Got a bit o' the shakes, don' wanna wreck yer lock more'n I need te."
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