Abel opened up his mouth to say something. Maybe to apologize or maybe just to change the subject. You know, that seemed like the sort of thing one should have figured out before opening their mouth, but Abel just liked taking awkward situations and making them worse. Call it a hobby. He’d only managed to make a gargled sound in his throat before Alice excused herself from the table.
Okay. Great. Cool. He blew yet another social situation just like he blew chunks at Dedenneland. And yeah, he may not have wanted to participate in the first place, but that was only to avoid situations like this. You’d think by now he would have learned to get a better handle on that missing filter between his brain and his mouth, but here he was.
At this point, getting up off his ass and high-tailing it out of there was looking like a good option. He didn’t know if Alice would really be back. He wasn’t sure how sensitive she was to vomit talk, but she’d looked off. And the way she forced that smile at him… Like he couldn’t tell. He was just about to get up when he noticed her coming back. And she was carrying a plate of… cake? That seemed out of place. Very out place. He talked about vomiting, so she brought him cake.
Abel crinkled his nose in confusion, staring at the slice of cake thrust in his direction. She pushed it a little closer. Okay. He got it. He picked up the nearest fork, prodding at the sweet hesitantly like something may have been done to it before it landed here, and he chanced a look at Alice. Then he raised a brow. “Scared? I’m not scared. I’m stupid. There’s a big difference.” He was about to focus in on that slice of cake again, but he stopped short as he processed what she’d said. Modeling. That meant she was some sort of celebrity, probably. He didn’t know much about mainstream celebrities. Challengers meant she battled, and he cared even less about that. Celebrity battler… So, gym leader?
"When we have challengers," She’d said.
He nearly choked on his own spit when that one processed. Celebrity battler, like the Elite Four. Alice from the Elite Four. Why did he always make a complete and total moron of himself in front of the elite?
He dropped his gaze immediately, poking at the cake slice once more. He scraped off the edge, though only pushed it around the plate. She obviously didn’t want her status known. He could tell, since he back-tracked and avoided it just like that. Just ignore it, Abel. “Uh, both. But for the record, I don’t normally talk about spewing. Like I said, I’m just stupid.”
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