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“Detective?” 

Elgyem floated on by, circulating Neo’s figure in the distance without a backward glance at its trainer. The tall, blue-skinned lieutenant briskly trotted over to his friend. He hadn’t seen her in some time; perhaps way back in February as per gift-giving protocol.

“It has been some time,” he started, at last caught up. Chondrus adjusted his visor while the other hand rested on his hip. He looked around her person, eyes scanning for any signs of preoccupation. 

“Are you currently working on a case, or on your way to one?”

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Boots lightly clipped on the tiled floor, unmarked doors passing his peripherals until he neared the end of the illuminated hallway. So bland and minimalistic in appearance that it could have been the halls of the Reconnaissance building. But this was in Alola’s realm, one where Team Rocket was rampant and ever expanding under the public’s radar.

He rapt on the door three times, adjusting his grip on the small package of homemade macarons in his grip. Would she even eat them? It was to be decided.

“Miss Lorene? It is me, Lieutenant Chondrus.”

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Second time meeting Kei and Chondrus was as ponderous as ever. He stood parallel to Malie City’s dock, scanning the cobblestoned street that led to the city’s miscellaneous shops, and further past it, the esteemed library.

With no Kei in sight, he fished his pockets for his tablet. The time flashed on the screen, above an image of himself holding both Rockruff and Elgyem in his room. There was an uncommon look on his face. Eyelids lowered, lips in soft curve with arms loosely wrapped around the pokemon. Contentment.

"Hm. Two forty-five. I might be in the wrong location, then,” he murmured. Chondrus slipped the tablet back in place and readied himself to venture on forward. It was either the port or the library that they agreed to meet at. 

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“A day to cultural studies is not bad, is it?” He mumbled partly to himself and the rockruff within his possession. Summer showers meanwhile pattered along his waterproof and anything-proof suit. The water’s weight rested along the divots of his frame, where it pooled at his collar bone and raced down his clean form. If he wasn’t wearing his goggles, the sight would have blinded him. Being in Alola was blinding enough to Chondrus, but there was a mission at hand. Discomfort or no, he had to see it to the very end.

While the mission was his main focus, he had accrued a hobby of documenting the locals and their culture. Snapping images of Tapu Cocoa and capturing the glistening Alolan waves were two of many subjects. He believed it would either be useful on his trip back or wonderful to decorate his apartment with. 

A pink and yellow-haired woman was the subject of his photos this time around. He slipped his camera from his pocket without a word, clicking the screen to power it up. No warning was issued as he snapped a shot of the figure, forever capturing her visage in his device’s memory. 

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Tears were an uncommon sight around here, and seeing them trail down Lorene’s cheeks roused his attention. Chondrus pulled tissues out of his side bag, offering them to her. “You’re crying,” he noted in a lulled whisper. Eyes scanned the area, searching for the what had caused it all. When he found nothing on the surface, his brow creased while his lips pushed together in a flat line.

“Are you doing all right, Miss Lorene?”

[reconseaweed]

Light glinted off of the sleek surface that swam between his fingers, weaving in and out of the blue, agile waves.

In.

Out. 

In.

Stop...?

 When the item neared his last digit, it simply laced through the waves up to his index finger. It was almost never-ending; a hypnotic weaving of coin against flesh that drew his attention down to the lone hand. The rhythmic curl of his fingers distracted his thoughts-- reducing them to lapping waves in the back of his mind. There was nothing going on. He was almost at peace. Almost.

Those pale eyes of his shifted back from the glinting coin in his possession and pinned themselves upon the rolling walls of the canyon in the distance. He studied the rough edges-- jagged and contoured at such angles the sunlight highlighted the flaws of the rocky surface. He slipped a hand up his arm, resting above the fabric that hid his own flaws from the harsh light. He swallowed, fixated on the scars and edges of the ancient canyon beyond, as well as the ones beneath the protective layer of white suit.

How long had it been?

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When they had said that Ula’ula was known for its weather, Chondrus had been under the impression of clear skies and sunny days, not rain. Ashen clouds blanketed the island overhead, while rain tended to the pants that inhabited the dreary landscape and the streets paved on top of it. The unmistakable figure trotted along the reflective roads, white suit gleaming under the showers from above. 

Chondrus had instructions to investigate the area after rumored activity at the ruins of abundance spiked drastically. Under his superior’s knowledge, the activity was a response to the Ultra Beasts that had surfaced on near Mt. Lanakila. Yet, the information was swiftly proven false upon arriving to the weather-varied island. He stood before Po town’s imposing wall, both to keep people out and keep the thugs that call it home safe. He found the erect structure amusing in that sense, yet the people guarding it gave him a different feeling entirely.

“Do you know where I may find supplies necessary to ascend Mount Lanakila? I am in need of supplies. I was told that what I was looking for could be found behind the walls.”

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Lips curl into a smile as he looked down at the box within his hands, a gift. His eyes studied the neatly wrapped present, taking care as they wander past the rose ribbon and onto the cream paper, speckled with black dots, almost all of which lined up on the paper’s edges. It wasn’t for him. No, it was for her.

Last time he had seen Lorene he was set in place for their friendship. He understood, of course, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt by it. Maybe time could ease this wound of his.

Chondrus sat down at the table in the pokemon center, present facing him as he waited for Lorene to arrive. It wouldn’t be long until they’d have a meal together, perhaps share their day’s events over tapu cocoa or roserade tea.

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