[ There's a thoughtful hum as he hovers over Steven with his head propped on his knuckles. It's not a bad view from here, but he knows his face is just as red. It'll settle in time... They're starting to recover their former selves, after all. When the options are presented to him, he purposely rolls his eyes up to the ceiling as if it'll give him the fortitude he needs to deal with the aftermath. It would be a lie if he said he didn't harbor some kind of feelings for Steven. Now those are more of a mess than they initially were.
While Steven hopes to convey the situation to the best of his ability, Riley is thinking in long-term what those options mean. They are kind of vague, lacking in details, limits, and context. This is too much pondering in the morning for someone with a hangover, so he plops ungracefully into the soft comfort of the cushions, face down and arms now wrapped around it instead. ]
I don't really want to leave the bed. [ It comes out as an uncharacteristic and pathetic whine through the pillow, something he would usually stifle in public and most people. ] But that shouldn't stop you from enjoying your day.
[ he's already regretting his words as they leave his mouth. even if riley overwhelmingly picked the latter, what would that even mean? and more importantly, what kind of answer was he hoping for?
his heard hurts more with every question he asks himself, so he stops for the time being to try handle the situation in the present instead of dwell on what-ifs. he sits up as riley flops down, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to try and flatten it out. spoilers: it doesn't work. ]
Most of my appointments in the city were yesterday. Nimbasa is a lovely place, but I'm not sure if I'm in the proper condition for sightseeing at the moment...
[ still, he finds himself sneaking a small smile when he looks over and sees riley face-deep in the cushions. it's cute. ]
[ Riley is focusing on his light headache—does that even work? It would technically make it worse, wouldn't it? For just a moment, he forgets about the situation and the person beside him, but his voice draws him back to reality. A little surprised, he peeks from the cushions and peers at Steven with an inquisitive look. ]
So that means you'll be lounging with me a little longer?
[ There's a hint of enthusiasm in there because he does want to spend some quality time with him... Though it may not be the best time after their short tryst. The warm feeling in his chest starts bubbling over, so he can't help but sheepishly smile. At least it's hidden by the pillows for the most part. ]
Well, we are in my hotel room... So I believe I will.
[ he'd probably be staying here whether riley was beside him or not, but his soft smile says that he isn't about to kick the other man out. the company is nice to have, even if memories of last night are starting to come back. oh, they definitely made out.
their eyes meet, and this time steven doesn't immediately turn away. ]
[ That has to be how it went, right? He actually doesn't remember much when it came to the events that happened directly after a couple of shots, but he does recall being led somewhere and the searing heat when their bodies were pressed against each other. He shuts his eyes one last time to drown those unnecessary memories away, but they only return and their eyes meet.
How distressing.
With a sigh, he rises to sit up beside Steven, pillow still in his arms. It only takes a simple shake of his head before his hair falls right into place, only a small tousle needed. Without a warning, he leans in to give Steven a small peck on the cheek. ]
[ god, just how shameless had he been last night? to have brought someone to his room and gotten as far to fall asleep in their arms... on normal circumstances, it would be incredibly unlike him.
still, there had to have been a persuading factor besides copious amounts of alcohol, and that becomes clearer when he feels riley kiss his cheek. the shyness felt when they were pressed together bubbles up once more, bringing a flush to his face once again. he hugs his knees loosely in what's likely an instinct to hide, but there's no denying the way his heart is beating faster. ]
I.. [ he clears his throat. god damn it. ] I wouldn't call it "trouble" per se.
[ At first, it's meant to be friendly. Some people especially in Kalos, he heard, are keen on cheek pecks as a greeting. Of course he wanted some sense of intimacy, even if it was a small instance. However, when he sees Steven's reaction, his heart stills. His own face heats up as he brings his hands up, defensively, as if he's been caught doing something so criminal. ]
Please...! [ When he thought he would die from a heart attack, it's now racing. This isn't goo for their age even though they're not old just yet. ] Refrain from making that expression.
It makes me... [ want to kiss you again. He covers his mouth before he can say more. Thank goodness he saved himself. ] I don't want to make a fool out of myself again.
[ if he were talking to someone from kalos or if they were in kalle at the moment, he'd probably think less of the gesture being made so readily. but neither of those things are true at the moment, so he can't help but feel nervous. riley's own expression doesn't help.
but he surely can't allow himself to be so passive through this. maybe this would be a good opportunity to get something in edgewise... so with a sigh to try and will his nerves away, he smiles and leans close to his ear. ]
It isn't exactly a voluntary reaction, you know... In such situations, It's important to take responsibility. I wouldn't consider that a fool's move.
[ He made the wrong move, definitely. The wisp of Steven's warm breath leaves a singing sensation on his ear, forcing his eyes shut and naturally recoiling. He can feel his body tremble ever so slightly—out of fear? Out of elation...? He once believed that he knew himself quite well, but this situation is telling him otherwise.
There's no gesture, no position, that can ease his nerves from that kind of stimulation. Instead, he keeps his gaze lowered in attempts to protect what dignity has, maybe even force a smile though it comes off downright nervous. ]
Yes... [ With all the fortitude and strength he can muster, he's able to keep his voice steady and clear. ] I'm prepared for whatever punishment and consequence.
Shall I treat you like a princess?
[ Maybe... A joke will help him ease in. It doesn't. ]
[ hm... he's can't quite make heads or tails of a reaction like that. it's a little more reserved than steven would have liked, so he backs off a bit into his own space. this is why he doesn't really joke around... it always ends up more awkward than he intends.
still, he tries to keep the mood on the positive side with a small smile and chuckle to himself. ]
Good. Though I'm far too used to people categorizing me as the "prince charming"...
[ You're just bad at jokes maybe that's why last night happened in the first place. The atmosphere is back to being uneasy once again due to some missteps on both of their parts— what are they even doing? Riley strokes his chin as he finally looks back up to the other man. Prince Charming... he can see it, but it's hard now that he has seen how the other man reacted to a simple cheek peck. There's a small nod and a soft smile.
It definitely fits him. ]
If you are more comfortable with that role, then so be it, Prince Charming.
[ It can't get any worse than this, right? Riley has gauged that Steven does not dislike the kisses at all. Eyebrows furrowed for a second, he's willing to take this risk. Okay, not too much of a risk. ]
May I be graced with Your Highness' soft lips? Before you kick me out, at least.
[ ugh. he's already cringing internally at what he just said, despite trying to laugh it off. it's an odd game of careful flirtation / gay chicken that they're playing, but it's clearly starting to become something a little more overt. after all, they're still sharing an bed.
he hesitates for a moment, gently biting his lower lip. he wants to give some sort of idea that he's giving the request some thought, but he had his answer the moment that riley asked. ]
Setting aside the fact that I most certainly will not kick you out... I suppose I can indulge that request.
[ his eyes cast down shyly for a moment, before he meets riley's with a small smile. hopefully it comes off more confident than he feels. ]
[ Welcome to the world of Pokemon, where cringing and pun intended names are quite commonplace. His smile only widens not from happiness, but from anxiety. This is unexpected... Steven accepted his little proposal. He should be exuding confidence, but he's getting the butterflies like he's in his teens.
Deep breaths. He can do this. Raising a hand, he caresses Steven's cheek before grazing his lips with the pad of his thumb. ]
Thank you. I'll treasure and appreciate your kindness.
[ Leaning in, he lets their nose bump as they're only breaths apart. He lingers for a bit as his eyes are focused on his lips before brushing them together for a chaste kiss. ]
[ it's said softly as their noses bump together; he makes sure to have the last word before their lips meet. he doesn't want to seem too eager, but the way that he nudges forward in returning the kiss can't be easily ignored. it's chaste, yes, but clearly reciprocated as something more than just indulging a request. ]
[ That little insistence and short retort are endearing, so Riley feels his heart flutter. He can't help but smile as their lips are pressed together, even tilting his head so that they can fit into a slightly deeper kiss.
When they part, he'll take this opportunity to also kiss the bridge of his nose and run some of his fingers through his hair. ]
I can only wonder how many you've shown genuine interest in aside from ores, but I guess it's better not to know.
[ He doesn't think he's the jealous type, but... he's not even sure? ]
[ he doesn't regret saying what he did, but he's still surprised at his own forwardness. he's speaking before he thinks - for steven, that's nothing short of a cardinal sin. it's by sheer luck that he hasn't tripped up over his words yet, but he only feels like it's a matter of time.
but from the way that he finds himself enjoying their kiss, there's no sign of him stopping any time soon. idly, he rests a hand on riley's knee - it's innocent, but brings them closer all the same. ]
It's probably less than what you're thinking. Even if it weren't, it isn't often that my inhibitions are this relaxed... I suppose I find myself comfortable around you.
[ he punctuates with a kiss to his jawline. is there really any kidding themselves when they've already woken up next to one another, and are so nonchalantly exchanging kisses? ]
I wouldn't say it's odd, but things sure have escalated quickly.
[ Which isn't exactly bad. They're adults and can choose their pair however they want. Riley only gives the same content but enigmatic smile, attempting to hide the thoughts circling around in his head. He's trying to parse the words that shouldn't matter, the ones that reference previous partners—few. Many. What number? He catches himself with uncouth thoughts, but they keep on flowing.
He should be happy. That kiss should seal what bond they have. There's no need to worry, to let doubts fester... And yet it triggers something inside him, an emotion that feels unnatural. It's surprising; he's a little jealous. Without a notice, he tips them over back onto the bed, smothering the other man with small kisses. ]
[ despite priding himself on being able to read others, he doesn't catch onto that jealousy. as such, being tipped takes him completely off-guard - his eyes widen, hands moving to grasp his shoulders in some sort of reflex. his voice is muffled as he's smothered, but seeing as it doesn't take him long to respond in earnest and move his hands to tangle in his hair, it's a good problem to have. ]
[ Maybe if they've gone a second longer in silence, Steven would notice. It's too late not since Riley is nuzzling into his neck and brushing his lips along it. The grip on his shoulder, the fingers in his hair—it's nice and soothes whatever ails him. He recoils, pulling his head back once he grazes his lips against his ear.
Of course he doesn't roll off him just yet, looming over with a soft yet apologetic expression. Quite the opposite. Riley deposits himself onto Steven, lounging on top of him like he belongs here. It's something Lucario used to do when it was a Riolu. It's childish... And he's mentally berating himself for it. ]
[ he lets riley decide just when he's ready to uncouple, happy to hum along gently with the feeling of lips at his neck. even if it's playful and brief, it all feels very nice. ]
Before I was so rudely interrupted?
[ it's said in jest as he cards a hand gently through riley's hair. what was once fixed to proper form has been gently missed again, and steven prefers it that way. ]
I was saying that things really had escalated, yes. In fact, we may be moving closer to how we were last night.
I'm sure I made my move before you spoke, so it wouldn't be considered interrupting per se.
[ Technicalities make the world, so he's happy to point that out. He closes his eyes to the gentle touch, even moving his head towards the hand to usher him to continue. However, the prediction catches him off guard. Like last night...? He doesn't exactly remember it too vividly, but the shadows of blazer falling onto the floor and the wrinkling of sheets doesn't match this quite yet.
... But nipping at Steven's neck does give him a sense of deja vu. ]
Is that so. We can't have that, can we? I haven't had the chance to invite you to excavate a mine with me.
[ Cuddling and spooning is all fine, but—he's gracious enough to zip up Steven's pants. ]
[ he blinks as he processes riley's words, but they ultimately bring him back to earth for whatever overly-eager state of mind he was in. of course... what was he doing, expecting to throw himself at a man he hardly knows? if anything, steven himself should have known better than to have been swept up in the moment.
still, being close to riley felt good. ]
Not taking advantage of the situation... your manners are exemplary.
[ it's said with a bit of a sigh, but he smiles all the same as he mirror's riley's movement. they're still a bit disheveled, but nothing looks too suggestive any more. ]
[ But his eyes do widen when he feels the tug of his zipper. Right. It isn't only Steve in the state of primal desire and general indecency. It's... Embarrassing and really throwing off his groove, but he clears his throat. Composure, poise, fortitude—he must present himself to be an honorable man. Smile with kindness and grace, not apprehension.
He doesn't roll off of Steven, however. It seems he has planted himself here. It's the body heat the coaxes him in loaf around, forcing him to close his eyes in attempts to inhibit this lingering headache. ]
I'll wait until you personally invite me again... That is, if you ever decide to. You seemed quite earnest?
[ it would be naive to try ignore the situation that they've found themselves in, or even downplay it. considering that they've kissed and continued to stay close without any true unease, it should be safe to assume that whatever has sparked between them is mutual.
his fingertips trail up from riley's hips, gentle and idle. ]
That's a good way to hold yourself. As luck may have it, I find myself enjoying the company of gentlemen the most...
[ it's a phrase that can be interpreted in a myriad of ways; the way it's said with nothing more than a calm expression leaves it open. when his hands reaches his shoulders they drop to rest on the mattress, not asking for any more contact. ]
Though I'd like to learn more about you on a basis of sobriety first, I think that will be likely.
[ The graze sends a chill down his spine, decorating his face with a nervous smile. He may be too sensitive to Steven's touch... It's alarming, springing danger signs, but they stop. Praise be. Riley's gaze lowers as he chuckles.
Running his fingers through his own hair, he's not sure how to begin. There's a thoughtful hum as he ponders where to start. ]
As you probably already know, I have an interest in ores and the potential of Pokemon. [ He taps his bottom lip with a finger. ] I have an interesting ability to sense auras—and quite the amount of stories from my childhood regarding that.
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While Steven hopes to convey the situation to the best of his ability, Riley is thinking in long-term what those options mean. They are kind of vague, lacking in details, limits, and context. This is too much pondering in the morning for someone with a hangover, so he plops ungracefully into the soft comfort of the cushions, face down and arms now wrapped around it instead. ]
I don't really want to leave the bed. [ It comes out as an uncharacteristic and pathetic whine through the pillow, something he would usually stifle in public and most people. ] But that shouldn't stop you from enjoying your day.
[ It's muffled, but should still be audible. ]
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his heard hurts more with every question he asks himself, so he stops for the time being to try handle the situation in the present instead of dwell on what-ifs. he sits up as riley flops down, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to try and flatten it out. spoilers: it doesn't work. ]
Most of my appointments in the city were yesterday. Nimbasa is a lovely place, but I'm not sure if I'm in the proper condition for sightseeing at the moment...
[ still, he finds himself sneaking a small smile when he looks over and sees riley face-deep in the cushions. it's cute. ]
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So that means you'll be lounging with me a little longer?
[ There's a hint of enthusiasm in there because he does want to spend some quality time with him... Though it may not be the best time after their short tryst. The warm feeling in his chest starts bubbling over, so he can't help but sheepishly smile. At least it's hidden by the pillows for the most part. ]
I can cook for us later, if you decide to.
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[ he'd probably be staying here whether riley was beside him or not, but his soft smile says that he isn't about to kick the other man out. the company is nice to have, even if memories of last night are starting to come back. oh, they definitely made out.
their eyes meet, and this time steven doesn't immediately turn away. ]
If you feel so inclined, I won't say no.
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[ That has to be how it went, right? He actually doesn't remember much when it came to the events that happened directly after a couple of shots, but he does recall being led somewhere and the searing heat when their bodies were pressed against each other. He shuts his eyes one last time to drown those unnecessary memories away, but they only return and their eyes meet.
How distressing.
With a sigh, he rises to sit up beside Steven, pillow still in his arms. It only takes a simple shake of his head before his hair falls right into place, only a small tousle needed. Without a warning, he leans in to give Steven a small peck on the cheek. ]
Anything for the trouble I've caused you, Steven.
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[ god, just how shameless had he been last night? to have brought someone to his room and gotten as far to fall asleep in their arms... on normal circumstances, it would be incredibly unlike him.
still, there had to have been a persuading factor besides copious amounts of alcohol, and that becomes clearer when he feels riley kiss his cheek. the shyness felt when they were pressed together bubbles up once more, bringing a flush to his face once again. he hugs his knees loosely in what's likely an instinct to hide, but there's no denying the way his heart is beating faster. ]
I.. [ he clears his throat. god damn it. ] I wouldn't call it "trouble" per se.
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Please...! [ When he thought he would die from a heart attack, it's now racing. This isn't goo for their age even though they're not old just yet. ] Refrain from making that expression.
It makes me... [ want to kiss you again. He covers his mouth before he can say more. Thank goodness he saved himself. ] I don't want to make a fool out of myself again.
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but he surely can't allow himself to be so passive through this. maybe this would be a good opportunity to get something in edgewise... so with a sigh to try and will his nerves away, he smiles and leans close to his ear. ]
It isn't exactly a voluntary reaction, you know... In such situations, It's important to take responsibility. I wouldn't consider that a fool's move.
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There's no gesture, no position, that can ease his nerves from that kind of stimulation. Instead, he keeps his gaze lowered in attempts to protect what dignity has, maybe even force a smile though it comes off downright nervous. ]
Yes... [ With all the fortitude and strength he can muster, he's able to keep his voice steady and clear. ] I'm prepared for whatever punishment and consequence.
Shall I treat you like a princess?
[ Maybe... A joke will help him ease in. It doesn't. ]
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still, he tries to keep the mood on the positive side with a small smile and chuckle to himself. ]
Good. Though I'm far too used to people categorizing me as the "prince charming"...
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It definitely fits him. ]
If you are more comfortable with that role, then so be it, Prince Charming.
[ It can't get any worse than this, right? Riley has gauged that Steven does not dislike the kisses at all. Eyebrows furrowed for a second, he's willing to take this risk. Okay, not too much of a risk. ]
May I be graced with Your Highness' soft lips? Before you kick me out, at least.
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he hesitates for a moment, gently biting his lower lip. he wants to give some sort of idea that he's giving the request some thought, but he had his answer the moment that riley asked. ]
Setting aside the fact that I most certainly will not kick you out... I suppose I can indulge that request.
[ his eyes cast down shyly for a moment, before he meets riley's with a small smile. hopefully it comes off more confident than he feels. ]
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Deep breaths. He can do this. Raising a hand, he caresses Steven's cheek before grazing his lips with the pad of his thumb. ]
Thank you. I'll treasure and appreciate your kindness.
[ Leaning in, he lets their nose bump as they're only breaths apart. He lingers for a bit as his eyes are focused on his lips before brushing them together for a chaste kiss. ]
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[ it's said softly as their noses bump together; he makes sure to have the last word before their lips meet. he doesn't want to seem too eager, but the way that he nudges forward in returning the kiss can't be easily ignored. it's chaste, yes, but clearly reciprocated as something more than just indulging a request. ]
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When they part, he'll take this opportunity to also kiss the bridge of his nose and run some of his fingers through his hair. ]
I can only wonder how many you've shown genuine interest in aside from ores, but I guess it's better not to know.
[ He doesn't think he's the jealous type, but... he's not even sure? ]
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but from the way that he finds himself enjoying their kiss, there's no sign of him stopping any time soon. idly, he rests a hand on riley's knee - it's innocent, but brings them closer all the same. ]
It's probably less than what you're thinking. Even if it weren't, it isn't often that my inhibitions are this relaxed... I suppose I find myself comfortable around you.
[ he punctuates with a kiss to his jawline. is there really any kidding themselves when they've already woken up next to one another, and are so nonchalantly exchanging kisses? ]
Is that odd?
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[ Which isn't exactly bad. They're adults and can choose their pair however they want. Riley only gives the same content but enigmatic smile, attempting to hide the thoughts circling around in his head. He's trying to parse the words that shouldn't matter, the ones that reference previous partners—few. Many. What number? He catches himself with uncouth thoughts, but they keep on flowing.
He should be happy. That kiss should seal what bond they have. There's no need to worry, to let doubts fester... And yet it triggers something inside him, an emotion that feels unnatural. It's surprising; he's a little jealous. Without a notice, he tips them over back onto the bed, smothering the other man with small kisses. ]
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[ despite priding himself on being able to read others, he doesn't catch onto that jealousy. as such, being tipped takes him completely off-guard - his eyes widen, hands moving to grasp his shoulders in some sort of reflex. his voice is muffled as he's smothered, but seeing as it doesn't take him long to respond in earnest and move his hands to tangle in his hair, it's a good problem to have. ]
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Of course he doesn't roll off him just yet, looming over with a soft yet apologetic expression. Quite the opposite. Riley deposits himself onto Steven, lounging on top of him like he belongs here. It's something Lucario used to do when it was a Riolu. It's childish... And he's mentally berating himself for it. ]
You were saying?
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Before I was so rudely interrupted?
[ it's said in jest as he cards a hand gently through riley's hair. what was once fixed to proper form has been gently missed again, and steven prefers it that way. ]
I was saying that things really had escalated, yes. In fact, we may be moving closer to how we were last night.
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[ Technicalities make the world, so he's happy to point that out. He closes his eyes to the gentle touch, even moving his head towards the hand to usher him to continue. However, the prediction catches him off guard. Like last night...? He doesn't exactly remember it too vividly, but the shadows of blazer falling onto the floor and the wrinkling of sheets doesn't match this quite yet.
... But nipping at Steven's neck does give him a sense of deja vu. ]
Is that so. We can't have that, can we? I haven't had the chance to invite you to excavate a mine with me.
[ Cuddling and spooning is all fine, but—he's gracious enough to zip up Steven's pants. ]
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still, being close to riley felt good. ]
Not taking advantage of the situation... your manners are exemplary.
[ it's said with a bit of a sigh, but he smiles all the same as he mirror's riley's movement. they're still a bit disheveled, but nothing looks too suggestive any more. ]
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[ But his eyes do widen when he feels the tug of his zipper. Right. It isn't only Steve in the state of primal desire and general indecency. It's... Embarrassing and really throwing off his groove, but he clears his throat. Composure, poise, fortitude—he must present himself to be an honorable man. Smile with kindness and grace, not apprehension.
He doesn't roll off of Steven, however. It seems he has planted himself here. It's the body heat the coaxes him in loaf around, forcing him to close his eyes in attempts to inhibit this lingering headache. ]
I'll wait until you personally invite me again... That is, if you ever decide to. You seemed quite earnest?
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his fingertips trail up from riley's hips, gentle and idle. ]
That's a good way to hold yourself. As luck may have it, I find myself enjoying the company of gentlemen the most...
[ it's a phrase that can be interpreted in a myriad of ways; the way it's said with nothing more than a calm expression leaves it open. when his hands reaches his shoulders they drop to rest on the mattress, not asking for any more contact. ]
Though I'd like to learn more about you on a basis of sobriety first, I think that will be likely.
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Running his fingers through his own hair, he's not sure how to begin. There's a thoughtful hum as he ponders where to start. ]
As you probably already know, I have an interest in ores and the potential of Pokemon. [ He taps his bottom lip with a finger. ] I have an interesting ability to sense auras—and quite the amount of stories from my childhood regarding that.
Would you like to hear one?
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