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𝘿𝙊𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙀 ‣ 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕-𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙 ‣ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘉𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓 ‣ #PokemonRP ‣ 𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿!

He lets out soft groan as he rubs the back of his neck, grimacing. “Hmph… I need a softer mattress, or something…” A little yawn.

. . . “You’re staring.”

He’s out and about, taking advantage of the quiet nighttime streets to walk and think undisturbed.

B l i n k. “I— I’m still not having my people do your tasks without proper payment—!” 💢

Clearly growing frazzled, his entire face red as a tomato. “I— You— I don’t often presume or spend much time thinking about such things with people I hardly know—!!” Pulling his fogging-up glasses off his face to wipe them on his coat. H u f f.

A view only a select few are ever graced with… 💜

Nearly choking on his own spit, his face turning bright red. “Ah, I… see—” Eyes darting off to the side as he clears his throat.

. . . “Why do you have a condom in your wallet—?”

“Yes, but they are /my/ goons, not yours. They have other assignments that /I/ have given them.” H u f f. “I need some form of compensation better than TMs if you want me to use Syndicate resources.”

He blinks. “Tasks…? I’m not one of your junior researchers or whatever they call ‘em—”

Grumbling to himself for a moment, running a hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, ‘professor.’ I have no reason to quarrel with researchers—” Glaring a bit, arms crossed. He’s totally not conceding right now, definitely not.

Reclining in his office chair and shutting his eyes, slowly sipping on a hot cup of tea. Trying to relax… 💢

“Tch… You can’t hide on tall pieces of furniture forever!!” Stomping his foot a few times. “I’ll get you one day, even if I have to wait until you’re in an open field!”

“You are… irritating me—” He huffs with frustration, hands resting in his hips. “And you can’t hide in your lab forever.”

Eye twitch. “Watch yourself, ‘professor—’”

“Tch… I don’t have to be tall to be intimidating—” 💢

“You act as if you don’t enjoy my visits, Jacinthe.” Arms shifting to rest at his sides as he relaxes, a small grin on his lips. Reaching a hand up to adjust his glasses. “Why else would I always get invited to your tournaments?”

“Jacinthe…” Arms crossed, the shorter man glaring up at her. “…Have you been littering?”