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@flipamore &&. liked for a STARTER!
❝ wow, that’s a LOT of pokeballs! ❞ like, was that even allowed? ( oh well! he sure wasn’t a snitch either way. ) ❝ hey hey, please tell me you’ve got dragon types! at least one? they’re basically the coolest and i’m definitely not just saying that ‘cause they’re my favorites . . . maybe. ❞
@flipamore &&. liked for a STARTER!
it was always interesting, the kind of stories one would encounter if they spent enough time loitering around places trainers were oft to congregate. hemlock nibbled the tip of his pen thoughtfully. ( he always preferred taking notes by HAND — it always felt more productive that way. ) who to approach? he didn’t want to interrupt anyone locked in a heated pokemon battle. a few overzealous trainers had already tried to challenge him — but hemlock hadn’t come to the park looking for a FIGHT. that rule about meeting eyes was nothing but a silly old superstition.
the professor grimaced a bit as the bitter taste of ink attacked his tastebuds, yanking him out of his thoughts. ( oops. ) well. he supposed there was no point in standing around. he had come there with a purpose — best to simply get on with it.
❝ ah, excuse me! ❞ scrubbing furiously at the corner of his mouth, hemlock waved at the first person to catch his eye. ❝ you have pokemon, yes? i don’t — i don’t want to BATTLE or anything. sorry. but if you don’t mind humoring me, could you answer a few questions about them? it’ll only take a minute, tops. ❞ arceus, he hoped there wasn’t ink on his face.
@flipamore
"..."
Lysandre was doing his best not to stare- but his best was not very good.
Something about this person was striking a chord- that something being a resemblance to one Augustine Sycamore.
Could they be family? He thought, though he doubted it. He felt Augustine would have mentioned a thing like family coming to visit- unless they were too distant to know each other...
He could have mentioned it, found out for himself- or not. He chose to downplay his scrutiny.
"---is that a card game?"
sits at the top of a tree and throws a card at him. throws a card at him. throws a card at him. throws--
Fortunately, James has a defence system - a Gardevoir who, rather simply, plucks the cards out of the air and neatly stacks them. James probably has to stop Altair from plucking him out of the tree too, mind you, but still.
James accepts the now-stack of cards and flicks through them.
“Oh, cool. You enjoy the TCG too?” He asks with a curious hum. True enough it was meant as a teaching aid for new trainers to learn the basics, but it also had quite the adult following too. He couldn’t say he didn’t have some himself too (he did). “... You-- you didn’t have to flick cards at me, but- I’m James, n’this is Altair. Pleasure.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” chinhands
"Coffee." Lysandre replied, with a thoughtful nod. "I was wondering if you'd be open to getting coffee with me."
He smiled the sort of photogenic smile that would have been right at home in a magazine article about Lysandre Labs.
"There's no better place to take a break and get contemplative than a café, after all."
“Can I ask what happened?” throws hiroshi at calem so fast it breaks the sound barrier
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
"Oh, nothing, nothing!" Calem said, putting his phone away and turning to look at Hiroshi. "Just my parents asking about my day, don't worry about it, pro-"
"-fessor...?" He blinked a couple times, trying to remember if Sycamore always looked like that. There's no way he'd forget that big of a difference, right?
"...Nice haircut!"
@flipamore asked!
"What’s the deal with you?" Hiroshi sits backwards in a chair when he asked, chin rested on the top of the chair's back. "Like... what do you do with yourself usually?"
"... the deal with me?"
The question causes a small frown to appear on the teen's face; not upset, no, not at all, just more... confused, if anything. Ree spins in their own chair, listless, before glancing back up to Hiroshi.
"I think you're gonna have to be -- a little more specific than that. There's a list."
They're only half kidding.
@flipamore
He's trying not to look over Hiroshi's shoulder too much, but he is taking interest in those cards.
"Do you have a favorite? Card, that is." he asks, taking the seat closest to him.
