{/Ugh. This guy was impossible. Doli would have cried, but lived without going back in there for a bag. He could have just given her a few berries, and sent her on her way. She wouldn’t have to deal with his bad attitude for basically telling her he was going to go off and do this! At least Reine wouldn’t be so mean about it.
And now he had the audacity to rush her? Her legs, her prized body feature besides her ears, were bruised. The Machamp was smart, without her speed she wasn’t much of a match. Without her Bounce, there was no super effective move to use. Didn’t mean Kemp could be an ass though.}
"Don’t rush me!"
{/He was right though. Even though this was his stupid quest to find the guy and beat him up. Which was kind of cute, but still. He obviously didn’t give a shit about her injuries. And she didn’t want to be left alone where she could be subjected to another attack. A sharp inhale, and she began hopping again. It helped her keep up, and just slightly ahead of him. Especially when it got dark.
Her hops were not graceful like usual, but rather forced and clumsy. A sign that these bruises with more wear and tear would not get any better.}
"Can you see in the dark? Do you even have eyes?"
He couldn't help but growl at her questions, finding them to be nothing but grating and absolutely unneeded. He wasn't one for small talk-- especially with someone who already expressed pure displeasure with his existence. It made him uncomfortable and uneasy to answer inquires about himself, each question testing what little patience he had and always attempting to melt that "cool, frigid" exterior he wished to flaunt to everyone. The Pangoro should have expected this, given the nature of Doli, but perhaps his bleeding-heart blinded him from that outcome.
In response to her words, he made sure to turn his head towards her with a face that was embedded with indifference. The dark, black marks around the spaces where irises should be were empty-- almost as if there wasn't even a sign of life in or around them. His frown only widened in the sequence, and soon, a huff escaped his lips before his skull was turned back towards the pathway in front of them. The dirt below them was soothing, and the luscious greens that hung above or around them were enough to pacify him and restrict him from saying anything that might make this drag on for him.
"Worry about yourself," he blatantly spewed, a frigid, taciturn sting tacked onto his words as he simply kept himself moving along the trail. It was the only few words he spoke in that time, for the only sound was his cantankerous, bodacious 'plumps' each time one of his feet met the rejuvenating, cool dirt below. Placing both of his thickset and meaty palms onto his hips, he made sure to tilt his head upwards as he soon began to speak to her once again.
"You're battered like shit, in a pissy mood, and yet you're wondering if I can see? We ain't fucking friends. You don't like me, and I don't even remember your fucking name!" Taking a pause, he made sure to use two claws to grip onto a leaf, soon tearing both it and the stem off without any qualms or hesitation. Swiftly sticking the stem into his mouth, Kemp made sure to bestow upon her a look that was drizzled with both amusement and annoyance. "If you're going to speak to me, make sure it's worth BOTH of our times. I ain't going to baby your ass and stay patient with you. I ain't your dad. You ain't going to last long if you waste your energy. It's better this way."










