fuseesbleues replied to your post: Well— he’s more tolerable...
Just giggles and keeps his head down on his desk.
Handing out secrets like candy on hallows eve. Regardless, there’s little to be gained from arguing with a drunkard. Perhaps she’s not in the fighting spirit tonight. She crosses her legs and leans back on the desk. “Can you have both of those?” She cares little about Team Flare. She’s secure enough in her relationship with the doctor... Regardless, this miserable excuse for a Pokemon Professor seems a bit too preoccupied to feel threatening.
“---It’s only normal to care about somethin’.”
“Do your skills and passions lie with the likes of Flare-- or do you miss the days where you just did research?”
She taps a toe lightly on the floor eyes focused on the tips of her shoes. “You can call me rude or impolite, but I have what I care about figured out. No one freed me to it, just one day decided I was gonna do what I want. Even if I had to fight tooth or nail, and people found my honesty harsh.” It’s remarkably easy to open up to the drunk. They likely won’t remember it fluidly.
