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                     He reaches out, holding the berry out for his magikarp to take as he settles in the grass. Yes, they should be training more, but the way his stomach rumbles is enough so that they need to stop; what he isn’t expecting is the black and yellow pokemon coming up to try to ATTACK his defenseless, pathetic pokemon. “Hey!” he yelps out, throwing himself between his magikarp and the strange umbreon, glaring at it. “You leave him alone!” Anger colors his words and he scoops up his pokmon, “Get out of here, you mangy...” he trails off as he sees his trainer. “Call your pokemon off!”

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❝ -                 ARE THOSE YOUR FRIENDS ?  ❞ an inquiry laced with something more than solemnity; he surveys the other with an amalgam of prudence & genuine concern ( he espies traces of distress behind the lambency of emerald eyes —– or is that a mirage of his own obliging mind ? )   

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                    “I thought you’d have meetings to attend to today,” his words are not serious, actually quite the opposite, as it’s amusement that covers his words. He looks up from where he’s on the floor with a magby in his lap and a totodile on his back. “So let me say I’m quite honored you made time to stop by.”

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               He KNOWS that this is no place for a merman, he KNOWS that this is no place for such a brilliant creature. Yet he cannot find it in him to free him back into the ocean, not without getting all of his own curiosity out first; he promises himself that he’s going to let him go as soon as he has all the answers he wants, and in the mean time he will treat him as best he can. That’s why, somewhat hidden behind him, he carries a bucket, full of water (which can be heard sloshing with each step) and alive fish, and a crab, and another thing he isn’t sure how the creature will take to.

                  There’s a pause at the smile, a swallow as he eyes the teeth; this is a kind smile, but also a reminder that if he’s not careful what he could do to him. Gladion is a predator after all, but taking a deep breath Ilima reminds himself that they are on good terms (friends?) and so he squares his shoulders and faces no fear in this moment. Climbing up the makeshift ladder he sets the bucket down and pushes open the hatch so hat Gladion can spread out a bit more, so that they can hear one another easily. “I’m sorry you’re still in here,” the words are genuine, “I’m going to try to get you out soon.” he promises, “for now though.” He leans down, gently plucking out a crab by his claw and wiggles it. “You hungry?”

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                    He fixes his tie and steps up beside his father to take in the people on the team, waving as they greet him and smiling. It’s almost like he’s become someone people fan over, that people love - someone people look forward to meeting. “I’ll be joining you on today’s reward.” he chirps, excited to go with them on this luncheon; usually he’s stuck in the restaurant all day, but he’s passed his responsibilities on to someone he can trust very much. His eyes rest on the blond, wondering if he even recognizes him anymore. After the teams disperses he turns to go get ready himself, waiting for them at the door, humming and rocking back and forth. When the first person comes down he feels his heart flutter, “ah, Gladion.” he holds out his hands to squeeze them, “tell me about yourself.” He practically purrs the words, waiting for him to go on, despite knowing most of his life story already.

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                He pushes his sunglasses up onto the top of his head so that he can see the crew, glancing them over. Squinting he recognizes one of them, the blond, and he tilts his head. “Hi, I’m Ilima.” he introduces himself, holding out his hand for anyone to shake. “I’m excited to see what you’ve all planned.” He pauses as he reaches Gladion’s hand to shake, squinting and trying to take him in. “You’re familiar to me.”

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                    The restaurant is quiet as Ilima knocks on the door, and when he finds it’s lock he pulls out the key he’s been left and allows himself in and followed by the cameramen. “Hello?” He asks as he looks around, usually they have people to show them around for B-roll, but nobody is here. So, he tells the other to set up camera and begin rolling, they’ll use whatever they can get.

                     As he walks through the restaurant he travels into the kitchen and pauses at the sight. “Uh...hello?” This was not what he was expecting, swallowing and waiting for a response from the figure he sees sleeping on the floor.

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kisses the stupid captain boyfriend

         that’s a grin and just stroking his face as he cups his face and kisses him. “Hello, love.”