♛– He remained silent as this woman’s conversation with his friend progressed, her lips not saying a word as they simply stared into each other’s eyes, the fox sometimes letting out a chirp or another sound to enfasize what it meant. Although N was rarely unfazed by most ‘extravagant’ things, he could feel his heart racing into his chest when looking at her expression. This was unlike any other ‘conversation’ he had seen of a human ‘speaking’ to their Pokémon. No one but him understood their language, the average ear detecting only growls or beast-like noises where he heard WORDS, full sentences, dialogue.
When looking at the detective, he could read and understand their conversation, the way she naturally responded to these ‘sounds’ his friend emitted… His stoic demeanour shifted without him paying heed of it, lips parted as his breathing had become tight in his chest. He was absolutely taken aback by the fact that … He wasn’t that lonely in the world when it came to what he loved the most …
His bewilderment didn’t stop him from paying attention to her next words ( directed at him ) however, shaking his head to get concentrated on the task at hand. The vulpine released a yap akin to ‘ She’s a nice person, bud ! ‘, which caused him to chuckle shyly. Thank Arceus, the tension among them had seemed to evaporate upon revealing such facts, although it didn’t mean N was any less agitated. Maybe not in the hostile way, but … it had simply taken another taste.
‘’I… would have never guessed, actually’’, he confesses. ‘’I’ve been called a ‘monster’, ‘non-human’ even for … having this ability. I never thought someone would have the same skill as me … That … That means a lot to me … In a way I can’t even begin to describe.’’
A handshake … He’s never given one. At least, not to a fellow human. He’d hold his friends’ hands ( or paws, or … appendages ) out of partnership, understanding, affection, or even comfort. But by far, he’s only seen people shake hands, as he had never had the chance or was the moment appropiate for him to deliver such gesture. So he looks down to her glove and slowly rises his hand, taking hold of it … There you go. And he shakes them. Hopefully she hasn’t noticed his … hesitation.
‘’…It’s a pleasure. I apologize for earlier … I just thought you were after me. I assume Looker spoke to you about me … ‘’
WONDERFUL GROWLS SPILLED OUT WORDS that only they could understand. there had never been a more content zoroark than now. he truly carries a GREAT BOND with his pokemon ( understanding their ‘cries’ already helps enough ). the lilac chief grew pleased, extending out a gloved hand to rest against the vulpine’s cheek. and you are a noble one ... compliments are hard to take but made an exception towards pokemon. any who say she is good means so much --- her love for them made it possible. few strokes were added until strange rattling occurred against her belt. it seems one of the ultra balls responded towards HER INTEREST . at that moment, it didn’t take a while for the lilac chief to guess who grew fond of what was happening. which is why a gentle smile appeared, letting her hand drop to the side. out comes a ‘leaping’ weavile! cocky grin, along with its playful snarl, spread widely with arms extending out to land right into n’s arms.
❛ … heh, please forgive her. she grows rather excited whenever i encounter someone interesting that she pounces them playfully. but she’s quite kind --- maybe hearing there was a dark-type companion made weavile come out of her ultra ball. ❜ a pouncer that companion truly was which made her heart melt over its spirit. light nuzzles with soft snarls added to her discovery of a new person ( ITS CURIOSITY surpasses that of humans ). but it was time to release this poor man out of the grip --- who knows how this made him feel. come here, my friend ... arms extended out to catch the sharp claw pokemon, only to settle her down on the ground. it was faint ‘giggles’ to lighten up the mood but shift over hearing a hazily, familiar term --- monster.
an awful term at that but the lilac chief can’t help to feel connected with this category. had she ... also been referred to as such when she was younger? hard to say with amnesia plaguing around but shook her head to deny those thoughts. this man could never pass for being what others have said to him before. ❛ what ... do you mean? YOU ARE NO MONSTER in my eyes, n. our gift does make us different from most humans but i see this ability of ours as a way to ‘understand’ pokemon far more and help them to live. ❜ gloved digits caress the top of her hunter’s yellow gem, happy snarls emit from the lilac woman’s touch. ❛ humans and pokemon living together already makes for the greatest gift we could ever receive. they’re our friends , right n? ❜
their handshake wouldn’t end there ------ already CARING HANDS CONNECT to grasp the other’s hands within her own. as brief as the moment lasted, the lilac woman wanted to grant ‘assurance’ to him ( as faint as it was ) that he isn’t alone nor a monster. uniquely gifted with this ability but not anything they both might have been told. she can’t recall now but her own friend also gave the same encouragement. even waved a clawed paw in their direction with a fierce cry: ‘ ya don’t have ta worry so much. yer in good hands! ’. warm fingers released her hold on these tense hands with a smile. lilacs soften his way, chin resting underneath cupped fingers ( she’ll resume telling him her feelings until it stuck through ). her heart still beats out of pure excitement for finding someone she could connect with.
❛ there is nothing for you to apologize, n. i also harbor reasons to carry little trust towards humans. of course, it relates to ... an unfortunate CONDITION of mine --- i ... must protect it. but i will not ever have those intentions of going after you. ❜
