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Texts || Rybastian

Ryder: Wow. Facebook official and everything. Congrats?

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fmk - sam, james, sebastian

Um, what? Just… dude, no, that’s… This game is so not cool.

Uhhh, I guess, um…

F - James?

M - Sam?

Can I change K to Kill this time? Can I please kill Sebastian? This one I have no trouble answering, if that’s the case.

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[pm] So I didn't want to really open this can of worms while you were away and there could only be communication through that stupid Dragonite post, but I have to ask. Are we still friends? Because, well, I mean, we haven't really talked even before you left. And you didn't really seem like you wanted to talk to me about anything in your letter. I honestly... I don't know what to say but if you want me to leave you alone I will, Ry. If that's what's going to be better for you, I can do it.

[PM] Oh. Um… you know, that’s kind of a good question, dude. I was’t - I mean, I wasn’t really sure you still wanted to talk to me after all that happened and with all your drama going on with your /fiancee/ and stuff. And, I mean… Well, you know, I’m less than thrilled that you told Sam about, uh… Well yeah that. Kinda fucking awkward as hell. I mean… I don’t know. Is that a fair answer? I kind of have a lot of other stuff going on insidea my head right now, and I just don’t know.

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Master Chef || Rybastian

Characters: Ryder Lynn and Sebastian Smythe

Date: July 4, 2013

Location: Ecruteak City Pokemon Center

Notes: Ryder cooks dinner for Sebastian wearing a brand new chef's hat; sticking his tongue out turns out to be too tempting for Sebastian.

Ryder shot an exaggerated pout in Sebastian's direction as he rattled off the list of compliments. "Dear Sebastian," Ryder teased, shaking his head in disappointment. "I believe the phrase I used was actually very good-looking. It's no wonder I'm so stingy with the compliments when you seem to struggle with very important modifying words. And who says the hot was sarcastic?" Ryder added, winking at Sebastian. "Although I'm afraid with the drawbacks of typed out communication, you may just never know for sure." He was sure that he was smirking at the other man by now, but he had grown to enjoy the light-hearted banter that they had back and forth. Most of the time it stayed at about this level, which Ryder could handle without feeling like he was in too deep. He sometimes worried that he was leading Sebastian on, but then he remembered that he was Sebastian Smythe, cool and sophisticated and yeah, kind of a player. Part of him felt like surely he couldn't hold Sebastian's interest for very long anyway, and that he might as well enjoy the closeness to the man that not many others seemed to get to appreciate while he could. Ryder sized him up carefully, arching an eyebrow at him. "I mean, can't say you don't have any reason to be egotistical, but... Yeah, maybe tone it down a little," the younger man said, wrinkling his nose at Sebastian to show his displeasure with the occasional ego trips. His features quickly brightened, though, when he saw how happy the other man looked. It was nice to see him so relaxed, and it was an added bonus that Cassius now seemed pleased as well. "Awesome, man - I mean, I can make like, 8 different types just off the top of my head... I joked about opening my own stuffed chicken restaurant one time, just with all different recipes and stuff, but..." Ryder rambled slightly, his attention focused on the ingredients once again. "Welp, since there are no breadcrumbs, and since I'm currently heir to the bacon throne and stuff, I figure I'll make you my favorite one, which is stuffed but then wrapped in bacon. It's pretty delicious, not gonna lie," Ryder said proudly. "And then I can throw Cassius's onions on top... in a probably not very artistic way, because, you know, making stuff look pretty is more Kurt's thing," he added feeling a bit rambly again.

Sebastian laughed lightly, reaching up and running a hand through his hair, since Cinna had thoroughly messed it up by climbing all over his head. "Alright, very good looking then. Sorry, sorry," he hummed. He had said so much to Ryder recently that he barely even remembered the entirety of their conversations. He might have been just a little drunk when the hardcore flirting had happened, but honestly, when was he not just a little bit drunk? No regrets, either way. Drunk him just tended to be a little bolder, but they had the same feelings. "Hm, well, maybe I'll add that to the list. But I'm pretty sure when you said 'all hail the most sexy and distracting Sebastian' you were definitely being sarcastic." He grinned a little wider when Ryder winked at him, pleased by this. Their friendship was definitely a surprise. Sure, they had been friends before, but he had heard that sex normally ruined friendships. Luckily, it hadn't seemed to have that effect on them; it actually seemed like the were closer if anything, which was definitely a good thing. He was just glad he had come out of his low point, pulled himself together, and had straightened himself out. That definitely made things a lot easier. He didn't bother straightening up when Ryder looked over him, knowing he looked incredibly sexy in any position and not at all opposed to being looked at. "Mm, that was almost another compliment," he said playfully. "Alright, alright, maybe I'll try to tone it down, but really, all this has no off switch." He moved to sit on one of the stools at the bar so he could comfortably watch Ryder cook and be close enough to talk to him at the same time. Cassius moved to snuggled close to Sebastian, though he still kept his eyes on Ryder, even though he hadn't started cooking yet. Sebastian let the Ralts take his hand and play with his fingers, barely even noticing. He was focused on listening to Ryder ramble and thinking about how incredibly adorable he was. "Sounds perfect," he said, having only half listened to him. He had heard something about no breadcrumbs and bacon so he was able to piece together a decent response. "I don't think it has to look pretty. It just has to taste good. Which I'm sure it will." Cassius nodded his agreement.

Ryder shrugged, trying to act mysterious even though he was always one to show exactly what he was thinking through his facial expressions and body language. He was pretty much an open book to the people around him, after all. "Well, perhaps you'll never know my true intentions with that statement then, oh sexy and distracting one," Ryder teased lightly. "I hope you'll forgive me if I don't actually do the hailing part," he added, smirking again as he turned his attention from the groceries on the counter to rummaging through the cabinets instead in search of a cutting board. He searched high and low, finally having to stand on his tiptoes, shirt sliding up and revealing part of his stomach as he pulled the item out of a cabinet above the oven. "Man, I don't know how they expect tiny people to reach stuff like that! They'd have to climb up on the countertops," Ryder muttered to himself, shaking his head absently as he arranged the cutting board on the counter and put a couple of chicken breasts onto it. He grinned over at Cassius, who was still watching all of this happen intently, and then he finally returned his attention to Sebastian. "Wow, well it must be your lucky day then, if I'm starting to pass out compliments in the first few minutes that you're here. It's a good thing that I haven't had any alcohol or I might just start telling you you're perfect again," Ryder laughed, enjoying giving Sebastian a hard time as he shook his head slightly, adjusting his new hat in the process. He pulled out a paring knife, carefully making an incision in the side of the chicken and lightly humming to himself as he did. "Besides, you have plenty of other pretty things to look out without the food being beautiful, right?" Ryder said, winking in a manner that he picked up from spending too much time around Sebastian and Sam. He figured it was safer than continuing to stick his tongue out, not sure how serious Sebastian had been the other day with his threat to kiss his tongue back into his face if Ryder used his signature move around the other man. Although there were certainly worse things that had happened to him before, he thought to himself, catching himself before he could let his eyes wander to Sebastian's lips and instead focusing on slicing into the second chicken breast as well.

Sebastian couldn't help but grin at him. Even if Ryder was being sarcastic, it was still incredibly nice to hear. Not that Sebastian really needed to hear it; he knew how hot he was and how to use that to his advantage. Anyone who thought he doubted his looks was sadly mistaken. Sometimes he lost self confidence in his personality and life choices, yes, but never in his image. That he knew was perfect. "I suppose I can't expect everything from you, Ry," he said with a playful sigh, pretending to be disappointed. "I mean you are only human, after all." He watched him as he moved around the kitchen, amused by his lack of being able to locate whatever he wanted. But then skin was peeking out between the other's shirt and pants and he was very much distracted. He licked his lips, very much enjoying his view. "....Well, I think you're human, at least, though those abs suggest otherwise," he teased, eyes flicking back up to Ryder's face when he finished stretching up to reach the cutting board. "I'm glad you could reach it. I thought I was going to have to come over there and help you." He winked at him playfully, using the inch height difference as an advantage. "Mm, you know, I thought about bringing a bottle of wine. I'm really not sure why I didn't.... though okay, maybe I already drank it, but I didn't want to bring you something without at least tasting it first," he hummed, shrugging a little. "Next time, though. I'd love to hear you ramble on about how perfect I am. Hm, and maybe the dex has a recording option, so I could keep it saved forever and use it against you if you ever try to tell me that you don't think I'm perfect." He watched him cook with just the slightest bit of interest, really more interested in Ryder than what he was cooking. He arched a brow at the man's statement, though he definitely couldn't argue with him. "Mhm, yes, much prettier," he agreed with a little laugh, pleasantly surprised that Ryder had initiated that. And then that wink.... how was he ever expected to control himself? He had no idea how he was going to make it through this dinner. He already struggled enough to keep his hands and mouth to himself.

Ryder hummed lightly to himself again, giving Sebastian a chance to absorb the new batch of compliments as he went to work on the lesser ingredients for the chicken. He grabbed a block of cream cheese, unwrapping the foil and putting it into a small bowl so that he could soften it in the microwave. "Well, I hope you're not worried about the calories messing up the nice abs or anything," Ryder teased again, "because I sort of feel like I end up eating like a bird when I'm on the road, so I'm not really counting the health factor on this meal." The microwave beeped, and Ryder spun around with an unnecessary flourish as he went back to the device, stopping to ruffle Cassius's head on his way. "Little dude, I promise your onion is coming up," Ryder informed him, all smiles. He wanted to make sure the Ralts knew he hadn't forgotten about him, even if he was slightly preoccupied with his trainer at the moment instead. Ryder pouted slightly at Sebastian, pretending to be stung by his words. "Aww well see, already you're expecting me to be a disappointment, if I can't provide everything you need," he teased, shaking his head and feeling surprised when his hair didn't flop into his eyes like it normally would if he weren't wearing a hat. He made sure the hat was firmly in place, furrowing his eyebrows as he placed scallions on the cutting board as well, carefully chopping them up into small but equal pieces before tossing them into the softened bowl of cream cheese and stirring them with a mixing food. Ryder kept his eyes carefully focused on the bowl in order not to let Sebastian see his cheeks turn pink when the other man commented on his abs. He still wasn't used to receiving compliments, especially about his looks - he really hoped the blushing would go away soon, in particular around Sebastian and Sam. "Oh, I haven't really tried much in the way of wine still," Ryder said, intrigued. "I still totally ramble - you know, more than I already too - when I've been drinking. Although I am now 2 for 2 on getting drunk without hangovers now, thank you very much," Ryder informed him, smirking at Sebastian, who had warned him of the dangers of the morning after drinking. Ryder ducked his head, flustered again when Sebastian agreed with his pretty statement, even though he had walked right into that. What was he doing? Why was he enjoying this sort of attention so much? He wasn't sure, so instead he used the spoon to start filling the inside of the chicken breast with the cream cheese and chive substance, humming lightly as his focus returned back to the meal he was making.

Ryder chuckled lightly at Sebastian's comment. "Look at you, using those psychic skills to figure out exactly what my real concern was. Glad that you won't be ruining the nice view anytime soon," Ryder teased him. Now that the chicken breasts were stuffed, he sprinkled the outside of the chicken breast with a light herb seasoning, adding in a slight flourish just for Cassius and Sebastian's entertainment. "Hmm... I feel like I would be a little bit less clumsy if I had been a coordinator in a past life. And I might have better fashion sense, too," Ryder pointed out, pointing proudly at the day's hoodie choice. "Although this hat is a step in the right direction," Ryder added, winking at Cassius, who he had a feeling would be getting another chance to wear the hat later just because it was super adorable. Ryder hummed lightly, acknowledging Sebastian's statement about being the whole package but feeling too flustered to acknowledge it. He still wasn't really sure what Sebastian saw in him - if anything, because really he could just still be teasing the way that Ryder was - but he had a feeling that he should go ahead and get used to his cheeks being warm all the time around his friend. Perhaps he could even start looking into something that would help to hide his blush. He busied himself wrapping the seasoned chicken breasts in raw bacon, careful to wrap each piece completely without too much overlap. He poked a toothpick through the top to hold the meat in place, finally feeling settled enough to address the other man again. "Ah, dude, I always forget that your family has a vineyard! Unova, right? That's pretty awesome. Have you ever gotten to actually make your own bottle?" Ryder asked as he placed the chicken onto a baking pan and then made to wash his hands. "My time is coming, huh?" Ryder asked, arching an eyebrow. "Does this mean you're going to see to it that I get very drunk with you sometime soon?" His tone was light and amused as he absentmindedly pet Cassius again, almost ready to set to work on the onion volcano for the Ralts.

Ryder snapped his head back to face Sebastian at that. "Wait, seriously? You can actually bend spoons? Like, not using your hands and stuff?" Ryder had mostly been kidding, so his eyes widened in surprise. He knew that there were some trainers who could do that, like psychic gym leaders and other people like that, but he hadn't expected his friend to be one of those people. "That's either seriously awesome or seriously scary," Ryder admitted honestly. He was still getting used to being around so much psychic energy; he preferred the unpredictableness of the water to the unpredictableness of the mind. "Oh man, so karma's being a bitch, basically?" Ryder said, pouting lightly. "It's a good thing I'm at least coordinated enough to not slice myself open chopping up the onion volcano," Ryder informed Sebastian as he closed the chicken breasts into the oven and washed off the cutting board before picking up a knife and going to work on creating thick slices of onion. Once they were ready, he pressed the flat side of the knife down on them before busying himself finding a frying pan. "Do people really stomp around in big buckets of grapes and stuff like they do on the wine-making documentaries? Because that part looks pretty fun," Ryder admitted, grinning slightly at the image of Sebastian doing that, whether it was real or not. "You seem to be almost as good at getting drunk as Santana, and she took me under her wing as her grasshopper, so getting drunk with you should be fun," Ryder informed him brightly. Honestly, at this point any excuse to hang out with Sebastian was fun for him - he was immensely relieved that there was no lingering awkwardness here. "Well, Kurt always makes sure I have lots of water and headache medicine and stuff before I go to sleep... Maybe you just need somebody to take care of you and then you wouldn't get them either," Ryder shrugged, his focus more on the food preparations he was doing than on the words that were coming out of his mouth. He sprinkled some cooking oil into the frying pan as he addressed the smiling Pokemon once more. "All right, buddy, it's almost time for the show - you ready to see your volcano erupt?"

Sebastian nodded, a little surprised that Ryder was so surprised. He was a psychic trainer, after all, and it ran as deep in his gene pool as alcoholism did. His mother's starting pokemon had been an Abra that was now a Kadabra... though he couldn't even remember what had happened to the pokemon? Had it died? He really wasn't sure and he tried not to linger on the thought. She had tried to convince him to go with Abra when he had been picking his own pokemon, as they were easy to come about at the game corner, but he didn't want easy and had instead went with his Ralts. He definitely didn't regret it, of course. He loved Cassius more than anything... well, maybe not more than Cinna, but differently than Cinna. "Mhm, I can. Or at least, I used to be able to do it. I haven't really done it in a while since I don't have a lot of metal spoons around when I'm on the road, but I had learned to do it while I was in Unova," he told him, wrapping his arms around Cassius and giving him a little squeeze. "Cass can do it easily, of course, but we're not quite on the same level... yet at least." He smiled at the Ralts before wrinkling his nose at him. Cassius pulled his eyes away from Ryder for once and nodded in agreement. "It is kind of scary, yes. Just be careful not to get on my bad side," he warned him, unable to make his tone serious even though he had tried. He had never used his psychic powers against anyone, well, at least not in a way to hurt them physically. He had used them to steal pokemon but that was about it. Even when Kurt had yelled at him, had been that close to full out attacking him, he hadn't thought to dip into his psychic arsenal. Maybe that had been his mistake. He really wasn't sure. "Mhm, I suppose that's the bluntest way to say it," he agreed with a little bit of a nod, eyes wandering to try to find Cinna. He spotted him with Pippa only a few yards away and immediately let his attention go back to Ryder. He didn't care what Cinna was doing, but he liked to know that he was close by, just in case. "Oh, yeah, they do that sometimes. Really that's the old fashioned way of doing it, but sometimes, when it comes to things like that, doing it the old way is doing it the best way," he hummed, watching as he cut the onion. He hadn't stomped the grapes that way but he was fine with Ryder thinking that he had. He hadn't made that many barrels, instead just making the one that was supposed to be for his wedding. Of course, he needed more wine than just that, but it would be a good start, if nothing else. "I don't really know Santana that well, but I don't think anyone could be better at getting drunk than me," Sebastian informed him with a solemn little nod. "I'm definitely the best, and if she thinks she can challenge my title as master then maybe we should have a little chat." He was kidding- mostly- and it was obvious. He definitely thought he'd love to get drunk with Ryder, and he briefly wondered if that would loosen the other man up enough to make him more willing to make out with him or maybe even more. He decided that he definitely didn't need to be thinking about that right now, considering it wasn't very noble or appropriate... but since when had he been either of those things? "It would definitely be fun. Plus, it'd be all on me. Not going to get you drunk and then not even buy your drinks." He winked at him playfully. He frowned a little at Ryder's suggestion. Maybe that was true. But it wasn't like people were just lining up at his door wanting to take care of him. That'd probably be a hard position to fill, and he didn't really see the point in making the effort. "Yeah, maybe," was all he said in reply, not really interested in Kurt and Ryder's relationship. Not that he was jealous- okay, maybe he was a little bit- but really he just didn't care. It wasn't any of his business. Cassius nodded happily, bouncing a little in place as he waited for the real show to begin. "He wants me to tell you he's ready," Sebastian said with a little laugh, affectionately shaking his head at the Ralts.

Ryder drummed his fingers on the countertop before turning his focus towards laying the onion pieces one on top of each other in the pre-heated frying pan. He stacked them carefully one on top of the other while he listened to Sebastian talk about his psychic abilities. He supposed he probably should have given more thought to this before; he knew surprisingly little about Sebastian still, considering how much time the two men had spent together recently. "I guess I just never thought about it that much, but you do have, like, all psychic Pokemon on your team. Is it - I mean, is it weird being able to do that kind of thing? Bend stuff with your brain and whatnot? I'm totally buying you spoons so that you can practice, because I kinda want to see this," Ryder admitted sheepishly. He tended to be easily impressed, and he had a feeling that it would be another chance for him to boost Sebastian's ego if he were to witness that sort of psychic spectacle. "What other kinds of stuff can you do? Dude, you and Cassius should totally do synchronized spoon-bending for me... It would be like the equivalent of this onion volcano that's about to happen," Ryder teased, although his light tone turned to a slight shudder at the thought of being on Sebastian's joke about getting on his bad side. He brushed it off as a joke, not wanting to admit that the psychic abilities of his team still made Ryder uneasy at times, and the idea of Sebastian being able to execute such an attack himself only unsettled him even more. He knew that his friend would never do that to him, of course, but he didn't want to picture him being able to do that sort of thing to anyone. Ryder liked to think the best of all the people he cared about, and while he knew that most people gave Sebastian a bad rap, the man had continued to be nothing but kind to him. "What kind of scary psychic things would you do to me?" Ryder asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to play off his reaction as lighthearted and teasing. Ryder adjusted his hat, trying to find a glass of water so that he would be ready to extinguish the volcano when the big moment finally arrived. "Dude, well it sounds entertaining. Too bad it takes like 20 years for you to actually be able to drink it - I mean, it seems like it ought to be for a special occasion for something, since you're waiting that long," Ryder said lightly, shaking his head. Perhaps that was just his own impatience speaking; he had always been one of those kids that woke up at the crack of dawn on Christmas day for presents, and the rest of his life had been pretty similar in terms of wanting to know things and have things that he wanted. He tried to be patient with people and Pokemon, but that was about as far as his tolerance for waiting extended. "Heh, dude, I'd love to see both of you in action at once. All on you? Dude, no, I at least get to buy you some sort of cool shot or something. Preferably one with a hilarious name like 'The Sexy Alligator' or 'Screaming Orgasm'. Drink menus are entertaining places to be, you know?" Ryder mused lightly, picking back up his spatula to ensure that the onion pieces were flattened enough to stay in position and then twirling it around almost as if it were a baton. He was amazed that he hadn't dropped it. "Well, since I'm such a pro at not getting hungover, I will totally be the awesome dude that gives you water and tucks you safely into bed and makes sure that you have a trashcan there just in case you need to throw up," Ryder said with a cheeky grin. He had a feeling that his drinking skills wouldn't last forever, but he liked to act superior towards Sebastian for now, no matter how facetious he was being. Ryder turned to Cassius, scooping the Ralts up off the counter and bringing him over to Sebastian, sliding an arm around the other man in order to transfer Cassius to him most effectively. "Okay, dudes - time for the big event!" Ryder said, turning to hover over the stove. "Be prepared to be amazed!"

Sebastian didn't really share a lot about his life with people, so it really wasn't that surprising that Ryder didn't know that much about him. He really didn't see anything wrong with it. It just took a lot for him to trust people, but he found himself conversing easily with Ryder and not at all bothered by the fact that he was talking to him about things like this. He was happy to follow any train of conversation that Ryder wanted to board. It wasn't like he was hiding anything... well, okay, he was, but he didn't expect Ryder to ask about those kinds of things. Either way he was a good liar. He shrugged a little. "Weird? I don't think it's really weird, but I suppose it is something that I've grown used to by now, I don't really even think about it by now. It's just something I can do." He laughed lightly when he said that he would buy him spoons. "Alright, sounds good, but you can't laugh at me if I can't do it on my first try. It's been a while and I've had a lot of alcohol since then." But if it would impress Ryder, he'd be happy to attempt it. "Oh, you know, just the normal stuff. Push things around a little bit, slight levitation, you know. Haven't really gotten in to any of the interesting stuff, mostly because I've been more focused on training the abilities of my pokemon more than I've been working on my own." They went hand in hand a lot of the time but not always. "Cassius would be more than happy to bend a spoon for you. He can do anything you'd like him to. The possibilities are nearly endless for him." Sebastian shrugged a little. "I mean, I really don't even know. I've never wanted to use them against anyone, believe it or not. Even when I've been threatened before, I didn't think about using them. I guess hurting people isn't really what they're for for me." Not that he couldn't or wouldn't use them if he had to, but he really didn't want Ryder to know that. He liked the idea Ryder apparently had of him in his head and he didn't want to pervert that image with the truth if he didn't have to. "Yeah, they're really wanting to save it for my wedding. If I ever do get married." He laughed lightly at the drink names. "I mean, I'm not going to turn down a free drink, and I'm really not picky. Though the stronger the better." He smiled at the thought of Ryder taking care of him like that. How oddly domestic. "Glad that you've got my back," he hummed, moving so he could take Cassius from him and stand so they could get a better view. Cassius giggled and clapped happily. "Alright, we're both completely prepared. Amaze us."

Ryder arched an eyebrow at Sebastian, listening intently to his reply as he went to work on cutting a few other vegetables up - bell peppers, mushrooms, chopping more of the onion into smaller slices, and even mincing some garlic. He made a face as he sliced the onion into its smaller pieces, feeling his eyes water slightly. "Dude, I promise I'm totally not crying... Although if I was would that be enough to scare you off yet?" Ryder teased, sticking his tongue out at Sebastian but then quickly stopping the action because he needed to rub his eyes. He blinked once, twice, three times to make sure that his eyes were cleared before tossing the vegetables into a tupperware and then mixing them together by putting the lid on and then shaking up the box. He would let the vegetables simmer for a while once the onion volcano was done, but he wanted the theatrics early on for Cassius. "Yeah, I guess I just even grew up around a lot of water trainers, what with the Cerulean gym leader and all that. Cool dude," Ryder mused, at risk for going off on another tangent until he focused his attention back on the handsome man across from him. "Dude, would I ever laugh at you? I mean, okay, I would totally laugh at you, but would I ever do it in a mean-spirited way?" Ryder pursed his lips together, furrowing his brows at Sebastian's statement. "Dude, how much alcohol would it take to get rid of that kind of ability? I'm starting to think that you're just drunk all the time," Ryder teased, not sure how serious he was with that statement. He did know that Sebastian drank a lot, but he had never stopped to consider whether it might actually be a problem or not. He shrugged to himself, assuming that if it was a real issue he'd notice it gradually over time as they traveled together and would try to address it with him then. "Dude, that kind of thing is normal? That's pretty badass. What do you consider the more interesting stuff?" Ryder asked, his interest piqued. He turned his attention back to Cassius, shooting the little Ralts a thumbs up. "Turns out you're even cooler than I thought, huh little man?" His tone was affectionate with the Ralts, who he had grown to care about just as much as most of his own team. Ryder ducked his head sheepishly, thinking about people who may have threatened Sebastian. Based on accounts from both men, he had a pretty good idea that one of those threats had come from Kurt, but... Well, it embarrassed him a little bit to think that he had caused such a dispute between two men who were both growing to be more and more important to him every day. He decided to let the subject drop, but he smiled lightly at Sebastian at his comment about not really being interested in hurting people. Ryder liked to think that people who really caught his attention the way that Sebastian had were mostly good people, and so far he felt that his assumption had been right. "Your wedding? Ha, have you told the folks about Rachel yet?" Ryder teased, but feeling his spirits drop a little bit. He wasn't sure why the engagement of his two friends bothered him so much. Maybe it was because it went against his hopeless romantic ideas about what love should be like; maybe it was because he didn't think it was the healthiest relationship for either one of them; maybe there was simply a small part of him that hoped he could keep being like this with Sebastian forever without anyone else getting in the way. That last thought terrified him a little bit. "I doubt that's an if, though, dude. Even if Rachel falls through you're totally a catch," Ryder offered, fidgeting with his hat once more as he turned the burner up on the stove. "Dude, always - although I can't promise the best results with these strong drinks you're promising," Ryder informed him. "I could totally end up spilling your good night, sleep tight water all over you or something if you get me too drunk. Or I could just flop over and pass out on top of you, which would also not be good." Ryder shot Sebastian and Cassius a thumbs up as he finally went to put on the big show for them. He made sure that the onions could slide around on the oiled bottom of the pan before pulling a lighter out of his pocket and pulling back out the bottle of cooking oil. "Okay, guys, wish me luck on not burning all my hair off!" Ryder tilted his wrist, poured a significant amount of oil into the tower of onions, and then left a trail to the edge of the pan, which he took the lighter to. He pulled his hand back quickly and watched as a spout of flames came out of the middle of the onion pile. "Awesome! I actually did it!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

Sebastian watched him cut up the rest of the vegetables that he had brought, hearing his stomach growl a little. He made a slight face at himself, trying to think back and remember the last time he had actually eaten something of substance. He had fed his pokemon strawberries and grapes the day before, but he didn't really remember eating any himself no matter how hard Cinna had tried to get him to eat something. He really hadn't been hungry and had been more concerned about spending his time and money on alcohol rather than food. "Hm?" he replied, having not been focused on the conversation. He saw Ryder's eyes watering and remembered what he had said. "Oh, no, it definitely wouldn't be. Maybe if you cried all the time, but I can handle once or twice." He knew that he wasn't crying because of any emotional problems. Cassius would have warned him of that almost immediately. He nodded a little as Ryder talked about how he had spent a lot of time around water pokemon as a child. That really did make sense. "Uh huh, well, maybe I'll practice before you get to witness it, just in case. Wouldn't want my pride to take a hit, now would we?" he asked playfully, winking at him. "Though I'm sure you could boost it back up in a couple of moments." He shrugged a little when Ryder suggested he was drunk all the time. "I'm not drunk right now. Haven't had anything today," he informed him, though really, he had been at least a little tipsy most nights this week. Was it because he was living with Rachel now? Was he just board? He had absolutely no idea, but he still didn't think that he would consider it a 'problem'. He could handle it himself without any issues. "Normal enough, yeah," he hummed. "I mean, some people can do things like mind control. They can take over your body by just using your mind, which is pretty incredible." Cassius smiled at Ryder, bashfully hiding his face against Sebastian at the compliment. He shook his head when Ryder asked him about that. "Oh, no, I'm definitely not going to tell them about it until I'm 100 percent sure that it's happening." Right now he was about five percent sure that they were going to get married. "It's so far in the future and so uncertain that there's really no point in me telling them now. Though I'm sure they'd be happy to find out that I planned on settling down with a woman after all." He definitely didn't think it was going to happen, but really he wouldn't be upset either way. It wasn't like he had anyone else in his life, no matter how much he wanted it. Rachel was pretty much his only option. He wasn't sure how he had ended up with this but it was definitely that way now. He raised his brow at the compliment, surprised. "A catch?" he repeated. He was charming and good looking, oh, and rich too, so maybe he was a catch. "We'll have to see about that." He laughed a little again, smiling at him. "Well, if we're both drunk I probably won't even care about any of that. Either way it'll be an enjoyable night." He had gone this long without having anyone to take care of drunk him so he didn't see why he couldn't survive one more night. He watched as Ryder started pouring in the oil, taking a step back. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ryder, but he had Cassius, who was craning over to get a better look, in his arms, and he wasn't about to take any sort of chances with the little Ralts. Sebastian smiled when the onion burst into flames and Cassius gasped, golden eyes wide with surprise and excitement. "You did. It looks awesome," Sebastian complimented. "Cassius is the most impressed, by the way. I think you've pretty much won him over with that little stunt, so good job."

Ryder quirked an eyebrow at Sebastian when he heard his stomach growl, but chose to let it go. He had noticed that the other man didn't really eat a lot during their travels together, so he had done his best to feed him a lot while they were on the road, even if by the end of the meal Ryder had still pigged out way more than his companion had. He briefly worried that Sebastian had gone back to not eating since they had separated in Ecruteak, but he hoped that he was imagining things and that maybe he had just been saving room for dinner today. Another thing for him to perhaps keep a better eye on, though... He blinked slightly, realizing just how much thought he was putting into ways to make sure that he took care of Sebastian. It was a bit unsettling, but the thought of it also made him feel warm and happy at the same time. He likes to make sure that the people he cared most about were doing okay, and somehow Sebastian had managed to find his way onto that list. "Awww, but just think, if I wounded your pride, I would feel obligated to spend lots of time helping repair it as well," Ryder said, winking lightly at him and chuckling when Sebastian's words seemed to match up with his. It was nice, to have someone be able to follow his train of thought. "Well look at you go, Mr. One Day Sober," Ryder teased again. "I'm just so proud." He resisted the urge to shudder when Sebastian mentioned that people could take over an entire human body with mind control - the thought of someone else in control of him made him feel unsettled, and nervous. He tried to brush away the fact that Sebastian thought it was incredible; it would take an incredible amount of power to accomplish such a thing, he supposed. He instead focused his attention on the bashful Cassius, who helped return the huge grin to Ryder's face in less than an instant. "C'mon, little dude, we're gonna work on getting used to compliments together," Ryder informed the Ralts, holding his hand up and hoping that the Pokemon would remember to give him a high five. "Oh... They're not big fans of you being in to guys?" Ryder questioned, feeling his stomach drop a little bit at the realization that he still hadn't communicated his own preferences to his mother, despite the fact that all of Johto knew now. He wondered how she would react... That was a thought for another day too, he supposed. Ryder shrugged coyly at when Sebastian repeated his words; instead keeping his focus on the pile of flames that had ignited in front of him. He gave a small bow before hurrying to find the glass of water he had prepared, dumping it on top of the volcano to put out the flames. "Sorry it was so short, buddy - wouldn't want to light the Pokemon Center on fire!" he informed Cassius as the water sizzled off of the pan and turned into steam.

Ryder grinned impishly at Sebastian. "Do you really need an excuse? I'm basically offering my time up to you on a silver platter, dude." Ryder was teasing him again; he had grown to enjoy the nature of their relationship. He liked the playful give and take that they had, even if it still puzzled him that the other man was able to tolerate Ryder's goofy antics. As if to prove his point, he grabbed a silver platter that he had set out on the counter earlier, presented it to Sebastian with a bow, and tipped his chef's hat to him. "See, good sir? My time is yours." Ryder left the platter in Sebastian's hands, turning his attention back towards the work to be done on the stovetop. He set a pot of water boiling for angel hair as he added the rest of the vegetables to the onion pan to be sauteed. He cocked an eyebrow at Sebastian when he mentioned the town and alcohol, rolling his eyes but mostly choosing to ignore him. Instead, he focused on the tight feeling in his chest when the subject of parents came up. "I have no idea how my mom will react, if I ever come home with a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend," Ryder admitted, eyes slightly downcast as he focused on the work on the stovetop before turning to stalks of asparagus that he had laid out earlier as well. "So, uh... Your parents wouldn't be supportive, if you ever found a guy who was worth more than just a one night stand to you?" Ryder tried to keep the intense curiosity he was feeling out of his voice. He busied himself again, pulling out a package of garlic and herb cream as well as prosciutto to wrap around the asparagus as a decorative hoers deuvre. "Dude, it's been so long since I cooked that I'm kind of going crazy here with all the stuff I'm making... I'm totally going to have to make sure that I didn't destroy your abs with all of the calories at some point," Ryder mused absentmindedly, carefully cutting the thin strips of ham into thin slices and wrapping them around the green stalks. When the first one was done, he held it up to Cassius, wanting to offer the Ralts the first bite. He raised his eyebrows at Sebastian, asking silently if it was okay or if he should just continue to brandish the vegetable at Cassius as if it were a sword.

Sebastian laughed lightly, grinning back at him. "No, I suppose you don't. But I would accept your time even if you offered it to me on a paper plate," he teased back, raising a brow when he was literally offered a silver platter. Well alright then. He playfully rolled his eyes at him, accepting the plate if only so he could get back to cooking. Cassius giggled quietly when he bowed, entertained. "I'll accept it with dignity," he hummed, not holding the plate for long before sitting it back down on the counter. He slipped back onto the bar stool with Cassius still held in his arms. The Ralts didn't seemed bothered, though his eyes were still studying Ryder as he cooked. Sebastian watched him as well, though he was more interested in his facial expressions and the way his body moved instead of how and what he was cooking them for dinner. "I'm sure that it'll be fine," he told him encouragingly. "I mean, you're really close to your mom, aren't you? I'm sure that she'll love you know matter what. That's what parents are supposed to do, you know, when they actually care about their children and all that." He knew that his parents really didn't care about him and that didn't bother him. He was used to it by now. He shrugged at Ryder's question. "I think that they would be happy that I'm not sleeping around anymore," he decided after a moment of thought. "Because they hear about it when I sleep around. They wouldn't have to hear about it if I just focused all my energy into one person." He briefly wondered if Ryder was trying to suggest that he might want to be that one person, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his head as an impossible one. There was no way. He laughed lightly at that, the smile returning to his face. "Go as crazy as you want, Ry, these abs aren't going anywhere," he hummed. "Though you're more than welcome to see them any time you like. If you really behave yourself, I might even let you touch them." He winked at him playfully, thought he knew it wouldn't take much persuasion to get him to let Ryder touch his stomach. He'd let him touch him anywhere in a heartbeat. He nodded a little when he offered the asparagus to Cassius. Cassius leaned forward and opened his mouth, taking a bite of the vegetable when Ryder offered it to him. He made a little pleased sound. 'Good!' the Ralts sent out telepathically, allowing both the trainers to hear it. Sebastian smiled, pressing a little kiss to the back of his head. "Good. I'm glad you like it. Vegetables are good for you."

Ryder stuck his tongue out at Sebastian from the other side of the stove. "I have one of those around here somewhere, too... But I thought you might appreciate me being all fancy for you," Ryder teased, flipping the vegetables in the pan to keep them from burning and pouring in a small amount of marsala cooking wine. "When do you ever not do things with dignity?" Ryder added, taking his chance to roll his eyes at Sebastian. Ryder was always so playful and goofy; Sebastian always seemed so dignified and serious in comparison. It still amazed Ryder that they were able to get along so well, and the thought briefly crossed his mind that Sebastian would probably get bored with him soon and move on to bigger and better things. Ryder's eyes flickered briefly to Sebastian, glancing at the older man through his eyelashes before returning his attention to the water, which had begun to boil. He dropped in angel hair, watching as the noodles twisted in the water. "Yeah, we're really close, but... I don't know, what if it's a bad surprise to her? I've never really dated anybody before," Ryder reminded him, shrugging lightly. "I just don't want to disappoint her." He deposited a few of the completed asparagus rolls onto the silver platter, nodding to indicate that Sebastian could try now too as he popped one into his own mouth, eating the entire stalk in one bite. He winked at Cassius, glad that the Pokemon had enjoyed it, and an unsuppressable smile spread on his lips as he chewed, watching the affection between Pokemon and trainer. "Really? Do they listen to Radio Johto too?" Ryder joked, seeming surprised that Sebastian's parents were aware of their son's reputation. He had a feeling that if he were notorious for something like that, his dad would have... Well, he couldn't know that. He hadn't seen his dad in over a decade. But the man he remembered would have tried to get Ryder to be a little bit more focused. A dark shadow crossed his face, and he checked the timer on the oven, noting that the chicken would be done soon and dinner could be served. He was glad for the distraction when the conversation returned to something lighter, and he shook his head laughingly at Sebastian. "Oh really?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow as he reached out to poke Sebastian in the stomach, smirking all the while.

Sebastian grinned at him, licking his lips a little when Ryder stuck his tongue out at him. Luckily for the other man they were separated by a counter and a hot stove or he would have been making out with him by now. It was so hard to have control, especially since it was something he definitely wasn't used to. Now he understood why people always wanted what they couldn't have. That was the exact situation he had put himself into. "If you're being fancy just for me, then I suppose I can't complain," he said with a little laugh. He considered the question for a moment before shrugging. Sometimes he wasn't exactly the most dignified person, especially when drunk, but he tried to keep it as classy as possible. "Touche, touche." He really didn't consider himself that serious, but maybe that was why he liked being around Ryder so much. The other man was so ridiculous and it loosened Sebastian up and allowed him to relax a little. He didn't think he was going to get bored with him any time soon, though part of him really wished that he would. Maybe that would make things easier... but since when had he ever wanted to do things the easy way? He smiled when Ryder glanced up at him, wondering for a moment what he was thinking about. He listened as he talked about his mom. "Ah, well, I'm sure it'll all work out," he told him, not good at things like giving advice, especially when it came to things like parents. He was completely clueless when it came to dealing with parents that you actually loved and loved you in return. That had never been his lifestyle. "I'm sure that she'll be accepting. It seems that most people really are these days. And I'm sure that as long as you're happy, she'll be happy. You won't disappoint her." He nodded a little, taking a bite of the asparagus and giving what he didn't feel like shoving into his mouth to Cassius, who ate it happily. "Oh, no, but honestly there have been worst things said about me," he told him. "I don't think that they can get Radio Johto in Kanto... but I'm sure that if they can, my mother is listening. She's the gossip lady of Kanto, really. She knows so much about people, people who don't even matter. Gossip is like air to her." He rolled his eyes at the thought of his mother, the crazy woman. He couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken to her and he really wasn't bothered by it. Sebastian grabbed Ryder's hand when he poked him, moving his hand so it laid flat against his stomach. "Really," he replied with a grin, trying not to think about how it felt to have Ryder's hand against his abs, even though he was the one holding it there and even though his shirt was getting in the way.

Ryder arched an eyebrow at Sebastian, letting out a slight laugh. "Well, you should take it as a compliment - it's not often I let someone change my mind, you know. I'm quite stubborn." He winked at Sebastian before adjusting himself in his chair, automatically putting his napkin in his lap. He crossed his eyes and looked upwards at his hat, which was causing his hard to stick to his forehead in what he felt like must be strange directions. "Whadda ya think? Keep the hat, or is it time for me to go out of chef mode?" he asked lightly, trying to adjust the hat as he spoke anyway. Personally, he wanted to see it on Cassius again, because that had kind of been the cutest thing ever, but he knew that it would just swallow the Ralts and make it hard for him to eat his asparagus. He would hate to deprive the little dude that opportunity when he had seemed so pleased with the food he was receiving. His musings were interrupted when Cassius began juggling the silverware, and Ryder let out a hearty laugh. "And in this moment, I could see Cassius fitting in with my team," Ryder teased, sticking his tongue out at Sebastian again from across the table. He shot Cassius a thumbs up. "What do you think, buddy? Could you play among the best of the crazy watermon?" He dropped his hands back to his silverware and picked it up, immediately cutting a large bite off of the bacon-wrapped chicken and watching as a little bit of the cream cheese oozed out onto the plate. He shoveled it into his mouth, swallowing and adding, "Man, I forgot how hungry playing with them all day can get. I wear myself out here more than I do when I'm on the road," Ryder said, rolling his eyes self-deprecatingly. He hummed in understanding - or at least what he hoped seemed like understanding. It seemed that his family problems and Sebastian's were much different. "Dude, you'd totally be one of the ones drawing in the high-paying clients," Ryder joked, trying to make light of the situation just in case it was something that actually bothered his friend. He shrugged lightly, promptly returning to the plate of food in front of him. "Everything taste okay? Gotta make sure in case I need to do better next time," Ryder added as an afterthought right before a forkful of pasta went into his mouth.

Sebastian chuckled a little bit at that, chewing a bite of chicken. He was definitely impressed by the younger man's cooking skills. He couldn't do that well, not even in a kitchen, but then again he had also never had any practice. When he was growing up he'd always had a chef that cooked for him and his family, even in Unova. Now that he was on his own he didn't really have access to a kitchen, so most of the things he ate were packaged for travel or purchased from a restaurant. This was definitely a welcome change. "You do seem like the stubborn type, but I don't know if I'd consider you that stubborn," he said with a little shrug, after swallowing his bite of food. "I think I'm more stubborn than you are. And I also think that if we were ranking people we know on a level of stubborness, Kurt would be hands down at the top." He watched him as he adjusted the hat, considering it for a moment. "Mm, maybe you should take it off now that you're off the clock," he replied, tone light. Cassius reached for the hat. "Gimme!" the Ralts thought, pouting at Ryder. Sebastian raised a brow, and the pokemon quickly added, "Please, Ry Ry, please." Sebastian nodded a little and took a bite of pasta, finding that more acceptable. He had definitely raised Cassius better than to demand things, though his interactions with other people were still a little iffy, if only because he wasn't used to it. Sebastian was honestly surprised by how openly and willingly his adorable, shy little Ralts communicated with the other trainer.Cassius's eyes widened a little when he suggested being away from Sebastian and around all of Ryder's rowdy water pokemon and he quickly shook his head. Sebastian watched the pokemon, reaching over to comfortingly place his hand on his little arm. "Not quite there yet, I don't think," he told Ryder. "He's still shy around other pokemon, when it comes to playing. But we're getting better, aren't we?" He ruffled the Ralts's hair before pulling his hand away and returning to his food. "I can imagine. The pokemon center probably needs a lot of help. Plenty of things to do to keep you busy without you even realize you're working that hard," Sebastian commented, sliding a vegetable off his fork and into his mouth. Even though he was starving he ate at his normal pace, which was slow and somewhat uninterested. He laughed when Ryder made the comment about him getting high paying clients, almost choking on his food. He managed to pull himself together enough to reply with, "Yes, I would hope so," and shoot the other man a charming smile. "Also, that's definitely a compliment. Don't think that's not going in the book, because it totally is." Now that he thought he wasn't going to choke again he wrapped some noodles around his fork and took a bite, nodding in response to Ryder's question. "Everything is excellent, Ry," he told him after he had swallowed. "Honestly. If being a medic or a trainer doesn't work out, you could be a chef. I have no doubt about that." He smiled at him again. "And you already have the hat and everything, so you'd be ready to get to work."

Ryder was enjoying having a home-cooked meal for a change; he hadn't really gotten much of a chance to work out of a kitchen on his travels. It was one thing he had really liked about the routine he established at home with his mom; he loved that she would cook breakfast for him when he was in a rush to get to the Pokemon Center in the mornings (and okay, maybe she packed his lunches for him sometimes too), and he also loved that he had free roam over the kitchen to cook dinner while he waited for her to get home from work. He would have to remember this so that he could cook dinner more often when he was stopped in towns - he had made a cheesecake in Cherrygrove for Kurt, after all, he didn't know why he had forgotten he had this as an option. Ryder put on a faux pout when Sebastian spoke again. "Me? Not as stubborn as you?" he teased, but quickly shut up and nodded fervently instead. "Oh yeah. Kurt is the king of stubborn. He always gets his way," he assured Sebastian with a laugh. Not that Ryder minded... He really liked being able to make Kurt happy, even over stupid little things. His thoughts returned to the present moment as Cassius insisted on taking the Chef's hat from him, and Ryder promptly removed the hat from his heat, resting it gently atop Cassius as if it was a crown. It promptly slid down to cover part of his eyes, but the Pokemon didn't seem to mind, and Ryder stuck his hand out for another high five. He was shocked by how used to hearing Cassius inside of his head he had grown in the past two weeks; it had reached the point where it almost didn't phase him at all to hear the Pokemon's voice - it was almost just like hearing someone speak to him aloud. He also couldn't help but smile at the fact that Cassius seemed to be calling him by nicknames now, either - he hoped he would get to keep seeing more of the little psychic mon. He would just have to keep it a secret from Nemo... "Compliment book? Awww, come on, I thought you were kidding about that. My compliments are not worth putting in a book," Ryder said, blushing in embarrassment. He was pretty sure that half of the time he was just rambling and saying things that probably made him sound like an idiot, and he was still shocked that Sebastian seemed to like them so much. He was glad for a reprieve from being flustered, flashing a pleased smile at the other man when he said he was enjoying the food. "I dunno, dude, I don't think I'm that good... Plus it would totally be more fun to be a personal chef than to work in a restaurant," Ryder said, not liking the idea of having to work for tons of people from a set menu. He loved being free to experiment with different recipes on a whim. "Besides, I've actually started looking in to more about what all it would take to be a medic. I dunno, maybe it would be a good route to try. And if not, there are a lot of cool water mon in these areas I can go look for..."

Ryder wrinkled his nose slightly at Sebastian, pulling his hand away from Cassius's with a smile. "Dude, seriously," Ryder laughed lightly, shaking his head. "It's just like, Ryder word vomit spilling out. I get all flustered and I start saying stuff that doesn't make any sense and that I get all embarrassed about once I realize what I really ended up saying, and yeah..." Ryder ducked his head shyly, realizing that he was, in fact, rambling again. He instead started to absentmindedly drum his fingers along the edge of the table, creating a rhythm while he was waiting for Sebastian to finish eating as well - Ryder had managed to inhale his food in record time. He beamed at the other man when he pushed the plate away from him, always happy to receive a compliment - especially one that was for some sort of talent he actually had and not for something that would embarrass him. When Sebastian stretched out comfortably, he took that as his cue to go ahead and start cleaning up all of the dishes he had accumulated while cooking, and leapt to his feet, collecting Cassius's plate, Sebastian's, and his own as he headed towards the sink, expecting the man and his Pokemon to stay comfortably at the table. Hmm... He probably should have made some sort of dessert, but it was too late for that now. He wrapped an apron around himself to keep from splashing water all over his clothes as he set to work in the sink. "Yeah, dude, I mean - Brittany and I have been friends for ages, since we worked in the Pokemon Center together, and she seems really happy doing the medic thing. And that guy Adam? I've talked to him a little bit, and it just seems... I don't know, I feel like I might be happier doing that. It's nice to have a team full of Pokemon and to train them and stuff, but I feel like I would be happier, helping out like that. I mean, as much as the storm in Violet sucked, I felt useful when I was there afterwards." He shrugged, watching bubbles fill the sink as he picked up the first plate and started to scrub.