“What are you expecting when I have, like, less than five seconds to prepare!?”
He’s almost offended, hand dramatically placed to his chest. And here he poured his whole heart and soul into that!
… okay, not really. Even he could admit that it was half-assed and spur of the moment, and he tries to straighten himself out in an attempt to keep some dignity. Piss poor performance this may have been, but having only one poor performance over the span of a couple years? That’s better than most, he thinks.
Regardless, it didn’t seem to matter. Plumeria was still down for his company, and that was the end goal.
“… aight. Cool. Nice to be of your acquaintance too.”
“ aight. name’s plumeria, you’re lysandre right? “
fluffy guy, beard &&. all. maybe big buff guys like this dolt might make for good posers when it came to team skull’s best. she summarily slow blinks as she pauses to daydream up a scenario : lysandre flexing his arms in taut suit, spouting one of his limericks.
SNRT.
“ i gave you a minute by the way, didn’t have to rush it like you did. though, for improv, it wasn’t below average. pretty decent for spur of the moment lyrics. “
a hand brushes up, ghosts nails across his suit’s front pocket, flicking little specs of residue from his tailoring. never saw someone so sharply dressed. was this normal for people outside of alola? huh. color her intrigued. nimble wrist recedes, lets hand hover near her breast as breath rises &&. falls, carnivorous eyes watching the dark-type enthusiast.
“ &&. before you start your purple prose, yes. i’m like the flower. except that i have a bite to me. “