Wandering Nomads (Kero/Mod)

[Admiral Striker General]

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[ Alaric ]

The tunnel was calm, quiet save for the gentle sound of the river flowing, the occasional drip from a stalactite (or was it stalagmites?) in the distance, and the sounds of the small party moving. Or.. most of the party. Alaric's worn black boots treaded carefully over the rocky path to the side of the river, but no matter how lightly he stepped they were still boots. The large Luxray beside him made considerably less sound, fur shuffling as she padded along. Frankly, this long trek was rather bothersome, but she wasn't about to be the one left out. In the river itself to Alaric's other side, a Kingdra made a small splash as he parted the river in his path. The final member, however, made no sound as he hovered a few feet behind his precious trainer.

A thick fog hovered about the group, to a point only Honey's Luxray-eyes could see the Gligar behind them, though Alaric knew he was there somewhere, and Glydre's sharp night vision allowed him see them, if just barely. Many could have probably done without the fog, but at least the crystals kept it from being too dark, and this was the most direct route back East from the coast. At any rate, here in the tunnel, Pistol could freely swim along with them, and he didn't get out enough usually. Not to mention, quite frankly? With the secrety location and the heavy fog concealing them and the utter quiet and the fact it was night by now? Yeah, Alaric totally felt like a ninja, hence his oddly light footsteps and a rather wide grin he wore as he "snuck" through the mists.

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[Lady Leaf]

Further up the tunnel a faint light just slightly cut through the fog of the thick fog of the night. The pale bluish light was coming for a Will-O-Wisp attack created by Houndour. He was standing in the middle of the path as he watched a pale red headed man look over some ‘loot’. Sen was sitting on the hard stone, his legs spread out with a bag of random treasures in front of him. He had been hoping to take a look of the items they had been able to relieve people from but the fog was making it rather difficult to see.

“It’s no use, I can‘t see,” Sen mumbled before looking up at his black dog like pokemon, “Ada was right once again” There was a small hiss behind Sen after he stated this. It was hard to spot her but Ada, Sen’s Ariados, was resting at the top of the stone wall, her head facing down towards Sen and Spit. “Yes, yes you’re really right but that doesn’t change the fact that we have nothing to do now. Guess you’ll just have to sing me to sleep.” As the purple eyed man stated this he leaned back onto the hard wall and folded his legs in front of him. If the bug pokemon could have, she would have rolled her eyes at him. There was no way she was going to sing no matter how attached she was to him. She had ‘tried’ to sing once and failed so horribly that he been teasing her since. “Aw come on, I want to hear your sweet, voice sing it’s softest melody” and he was still teasing her. He knew very well her voice was nothing but sweet and wouldn’t be able to sing a soft melody if her life depended on it.

With a slight huff, Ada shuffled her feet and found a loose stone in the wall. With a spidery grin she shook it loose allowing it fall out of place and down onto Sen’s head. An instant “Owie!” Erupted from his mouth as his hands raised to his head in a bit of pain. Yet he did not scold the bug pokemon because he knew damn well that he deserved it. On the other hand he was about to tease her again when the sound of heavy boots suddenly ran in his ears. Quickly he grabbed the bag of loot and tied it to his side before looking in the direction of the sound. His perple eyes squinted as he tried to make out who was there. At first he couldn’t see anything but as the footsteps drew closer he was able to make out a figure through the fog. Sadly he couldn’t make out the others features but he at least knew one was human,

“Don’t step on me” Sen’s voice rang out through the fog as waited for the figures to draw closer.

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[ Alaric ]

Alaric vaguely thought he heard something when Sen had been hit with the rock, but it was so abrupt he quickly brushed it off as some Pokemon in the distance or the like. When soon after a true voice cried out, he stopped dead, cringing hard. Some ninja.. Being spotted before noticing them.... In between his irritation and disappointment at his apparent lack of mad skillz, Alaric wondered at the identity behind the voice. While he may have suspicions, he couldn't guess the gender for certain, and.... 'don't step on me'? A child maybe? Or perhaps a Pokemon who'd learned his tongue?

"Who's there?" his abysmally deep voice answered as he drew closer. His sea-hazel eyes scanned the area through the mists, steps a bit slower and more cautious just in case it really was something small enough to step on. Not that the voice sounded particularly tiny but.. Well, the fog and cavern echoes could easily distort sounds in here, right? At any rate, if voices were always an accurate portrayal of their owners, Alaric would probably be wielding horns and a tail. Heh..

Meanwhile, Honey's eyes had long since locked on to Sen, as well as examined him and all his present Pokemon. Well now.. she thought. Doesn't he seem interesting? With any luck, some force would force them to keep company for a while. It wasn't so much that she wanted to see Alaric uncomfortable- and he would be no matter what, given the other human's gender alone- but she did get so sick of watching him drool over women constantly. A change of pace could be fun. Just so long as the young man wasn't looking to hurt her dear trainer, anyway.

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[Lady Leaf]

Ah so it was another man. Judging by the voice and height of the shadow growing nearer, Sen guessed it was man around his early or late twenties. Aside from that he couldn’t really make out much more. “I’m not about to give my name to some faceless figure in fog,” Sen replied in a very relaxed tone. After stating that he unfolded his legs and slowly stood himself up with a slight, ‘ugh’ escaping his mouth. He hadn’t realized how stiff his muscles had grown from sitting on the hard stone for so long.

Ada made her way higher up the wall disliking actually joining in with any conversations. She would rather stay out of site and mind unless Sen needed her. Spit on the other hand put himself into a fighting stance and let out a deep growl. He was the most aggressive out of Sen’s pokemon and by far the most protective. However, he did not get the chance to growl for long as Sen quickly nudged him causing the pokemon to quiet himself.

“How about you introduce yourself first and I’ll consider…” He didn’t get to finish his proposal when a loud cracking sound above them rang through the cave. Ada let out a rather loud hiss she quickly leaped off the rocky roof just as it began to give way. It was extremely lucky Sen hadn’t been standing a bit further back or else he’d been crushed before he could even have chance to move out of the way. However, the impact of the large rock crumbling down had knocked Sen over, his arm’s flailing up as he fell straight towards Alaric.

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[ Alaric ]

Uugghh it was just some guy, he now noticed. Alaric was about to say never mind and go on, when suddenly- "Oof!" The other man's weight knocked him back a few steps, though he managed to keep his feet. It took Alaric a moment to process what had just happened. Did a... a rock fell, from the sound of it? And made a loud crash and sent the other- oh God he was touching him! It was all Alaric could do to stay as calm as he did as all of his nerves suddenly tensed. Shuddering a bit, he pushed the man away from him with a "Get off!", stepping back a few more steps himself in the process.

Why... Why couldn't it have been anyone but a youngish guy? In the back of Alaric's mind, a very tiny voice was telling him to bolt as fast as he could, but a more reasonable voice said the first was being ridiculous. At any rate, he should at least know who he was dealing with... "Glydre, could you clear this out a bit?" he sighed. In response, the Gligar flailed his arms back and forth, moving his flaps of wings in the process in a small Defog. Within about ten seconds, the fog had been lifted in a good twenty to thirty foot circle around the men, though Glydre himself hovered back to stay somewhat obscured.

As it cleared, Sen would see a tall, scrappy, nervous-looking blond with a rather unkempt goatee, what looked to be a good day or two of stubble, and a green(? though in the poor crystal light it was hard to tell precisely) shirt reading "Level ?? Humanoid". Next to him, a large Luxray stood with fur on end, her piercing yellow eyes locking on Spit's even before the fog cleared. He'd better not even.. Pistol just sort of blinked as things came into view, wondering exactly what had just happened. Meanwhile, a few moments after the man and his own crew came into view, Glydre finally noticed him. .... Holy. Shit. He... he was gorgeous. Almost as... more...? No no just almost as good-looking! He mentally kicked himself repeatedly for daring to think such a thing such a thing, especially with his beloved present! Oh dear, wasn't he going to have enough obstacles winning his trainer's affection? No, he would simply have to ignore this newcomer. No.. matter how.... Hot damn this was going to be tough.. .///.

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[Lady Leaf]

Luckily for Sen, his fall had been saved when he knocked into the other man. In the next moment Sen found himself being shoved forwards giving him absolutely no chance to find his balance. He ended up catching himself on the newly fallen wall in front of him. The impact of his hands hitting the rocks caused a few to shift, jamming themselves even closer together. Finally Sen was able to stand up straight again and had turned just in time for the other man to ask his Glydre to clear the fog. As the fog was cleared by the bat like pokemon Sen was able to finally get a good look at the man. Sure enough he matched the face Sen imagined belonged to the voice. Extremely handsome from the head down and a hint of ‘jack ass’ written into his features. There was absolutely no way Sen was going to let this man out of his grasp without having a bit of fun first.

“I’d say that was a stroke of bad luck,” Sen spoke up as the fog cleared, “Hope that pretty face of yours didn’t require to get through that passage.” A wide smile was plastered across Sen’s face as he spoke. He seemed to be completely unaffected by the man’s rudeness moment’s ago when he shoved Sen. Then again, it was rare to see Sen upset about anything. He seemed to have a smile on his face even during the worse of times.

After Sen was finished speaking he pulled out a pokeball and pushed the button. With a flash of light the Spit was returned. Sen had no intentions on starting a fight between his Houndour and the man’s Luxray. Spit was a bit too over aggressive and Sen could foresee a battle breaking out if he hadn’t returned the pokemon. Ada on the other hand had managed to scramble back up the wall and out of view as she hid in the fog. She still wanted nothing to do with the man and his pokemon.

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[ Alaric ]

That... pretty face... of yours... Wh-... Alaric froze for a moment, sparks trying their hardest to come off his brain. Wa-....was this guy hitting on him?!? Oh... Oh God no. Face thoroughly heated between embarrassment and irritation, he did his best not to spaz. Indeed, though, the path before them had been rather cluttered by those rocks. It was a large tunnel, and by no means blocked entirely, but trying to climb that could be dangerous if those rocks gave way again.. "I'll swim..." he grumbled flatly, then heading to the river bank where Pistol waited.

Grabbing the edges of his shirt, Alaric began to pull it up when he suddenly realized how very much he did not want an apparently-interested man staring at his half-naked body... Shuddering, he considered just swimming with it on, but... This shirt was literally brand new, and he really didn't want to risk messing it up so soon if there was any choice about it... Sure he 'could' replace it, but it seemed like such a waste and..... Dammit. Sighing heavily, he stepped back, then looked from the rocks to his Luxray. "Honey... Do you think you could...?" In response, Honey promptly laid down and yawned, apparently deeming this a good time to take a much-needed (in her opinion) break. "...Worthless cat." She only smirked in reply.

While his trainer was dying, Glydre couldn't seem to take his eyes off the newcomer. Oh God, was he flirting?<3 Er... and well he should be! His trainer was perfect; it was only natural others agree with this! But.. Oh wow that smile. And the tone in his voice and... This wasn't working! Why couldn't he-... Ohey. Technically it wasn't doing anything wrong to enjoy watching him flirt with Alaric, right? As long as he kept it to that? So maybe.. he could provoke it... The Gligar sank back a little further, silently contemplating ways in which he may accomplish this task...

Dammit. Anything Pistol could do was likely as not to bring down more of the ceiling... Boxer was a bit clumsy at things like this... And the others really weren't big enough... .....Fuck. With another heavy sigh, Alaric turned dejectedly to Sen. "What..." he groaned miserably, "did you have in mind..." Only now did he finally take a good look at the other man. And... pink... hair... Fuck my life..

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[Lady Leaf]

Swim? Well Sen wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing so. It would be rather interesting to see how deep that water actually was. Sen on the other hand wouldn’t be swimming even if he wanted to stalk the man. Water was just… Well he didn’t much like it.

“Sure..” Was Sen’s only reply as he folded his arms and leaned back onto the crumbled wall behind him. His purple eyes stayed glued on Alaric while his smile stayed plastered on his lips. He found himself chuckling a tad inside as he watched the younger man stand there. It had looked like he was about to take his shirt off but changed his mind last moment. Sen was pretty sure he knew why but said nothing as his insides laughed. This man was proving to be exactly what Sen had predicted. Though he was ready for surprises if he was wrong.

He continued to stand there, arms still folded as Alaric began to speak to the Luxray. It wasn’t until the man spoke to him that Sen finally looked away and shrugged his shoulder, “I have no intentions of leaving anytime soon, so… I figured I’d think of something when I’m actually ready to leave.” That was partly true and partly a lie. He actually had no intentions of leaving yet as he was using the cave as temporary hide out. However, when he was good and ready to leave he would just climb over it. He was light enough on his feet and use to climbing even the most unsteady of walls. After all, it was part of his job description.

“You could walk all the way back,” Sen then suggested as he lifted a hand from his chest and began studying his finger nails, “find another rout above land instead. Though I‘d think it be faster just to wait for her to finish resting.” Sen eyed the Luxray for a moment before going back to studying his nails. He walking all the way back and walking above land would most likely take the man all night or longer to walk. At least to get back to this very spot from above.

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[ Alaric ]

Faster? Yes... Yes it probably would.. But.. "I'll take my chances..." he muttered dryly. As he began to walk back the way they'd come, though... Honey wasn't coming, was she.. Sighing heavily, he began to find her Ball, only to have his look of 'why are you so difficult' returned with a glaring 'don't you dare'. He stopped mid-motion at this, debating whether or not to do it anyway and just take the heat later, though in this he had to wonder why she was so hell-bent on staying. Of course, part of him was quite aware she probably just wanted to watch him squirm, but the rest of him really didn't want to believe that...

Aiding his decision, however, Glydre got over a suddenly frantic moment to hover down and land near the dreamboat man, looking up to him and Alaric and back with a perfect look of innocent concern. After a few times doing this, he simply stared up at Alaric for a few moments, then cocked his head, as if asking what was so bad.

Wha-.... Did... Glydre trust him then? That... that was pretty rare. Alaric again sighed heavily and placed Honey's Ball back in its loop on his belt. He... he was being irrational anyway, he tried to reason. Even if the guy was.... interested... (Alaric shuddered.) And there technically was no proof that he was! What was he going to do? Rape him? Yeah, he was being completely ridiculous (he hoped). He'd just... do his best to ignore him until Honey was content. That was all... As he took a seat on the cold stone, the Luxray gave him a smug look. Perhaps something on the lines of 'it'll be good for you' or perhaps just 'yeah you deserve this'. Leering, Alaric mumbled a half-hearted, "I hate you.." In response, she simply rolled closer and onto her back and lay her head in his lap in a rather universally-understood gesture of 'pet me'. Alaric rolled his eyes, but obliged.

Glydre, meanwhile, just gave a long and silent sigh of relief before taking off and hovering back to the edge of the mist. It was okay for him to do this.. It was... .... Never mind the fact he'd be killing whatever male got too close to his trainer if that male weren't so attractive himself...
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[Lady Leaf]

Sen shrugged his shoulders, his smile sticking to his face as the other man claimed he would walk rather than wait. It truly was funny to see how badly this man wanted to get out of there. Sen couldn’t fully figure out why. Did he not like being in one spot for long? Or perhaps he just didn’t like the company of another human being. Or maybe he just didn’t the company of another male. Then again, he may he decided he just didn’t like Sen. For some reason the idea of the man being disgusted over the small flirt he had made earlier didn’t register in Sen’s mind. The complement of sorts had been something that came out of his mouth every time he met someone he found even a little attractive. He barely even noticed the flirt had come out of his mouth.

Sen’s smile only seemed to grow when the man turned back around realizing that his electric pokemon was refusing to follow. For a moment Sen believed he was actually going to recall the pokemon and leave but he didn’t. That look on the pokemon’s face must have meant no. It was mildly amusing how every attempt this man made to leave was failing. Sen was almost feeling like the wall collapsing had been a rather nice gift on his behalf. He got to enjoy the company of an extremely sexy man and still have a few laughs as well. Not to mention that the less a man was interested in him, the more attractive they looked to Sen. He never understood why that was, it just was. Perhaps it was simply the idea of the challenge an uninterested man provided.

At long last the smile finally faded when the Glydre came into view. It hadn’t faded due to anything bad. Sen was just a bit confused as to why the bat pokemon had shown it’s self again. What ever the reason was, it seemed the trainer had finally decided to stick around for a bit which caused Sen’s smile to return. Perhaps the man truly didn’t feel comfortable around other people… “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be very indecisive.” Sen commented as he dropped his hands to his sides, his purple eyes lazily looking down at the man and his pokemon, “Am I really that repulsive that had you to leave?” It was a joke and Sen really didn’t expect the answer to be yes. He was more or less expecting the man to come up with some kind of excuses that simply lead to him not liking people.

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[ Alaric ]

The question caught him completely off-guard, and it showed. Alaric went tense as he did his best to stare intently and only at Honey. The only thing that made him more uncomfortable than being around a non-straight guy was being called out it. Shit, shit, shit, shit... If he wasn't shaking at least a bit he'd be surprised, but currently he was too busy trying to think of what to say to pay attention. ..Repulsive? Eh... Well... Only his voice, and his face, and the lack of certain features and assumed presence of others... But what should he-...

Unfortunately... Alaric was absolutely terrible at lying... Meaning he should probably just find the most tactful way he could to tell the truth. Almost half a minute later, then, he finally grudgingly answered, "I... don't tend to get along with guys..." Glancing up a bit so as not to be completely rude about it (as for whatever reason he still gave the tiniest damn about his image, just in case this guy was anyone of importance mostly), he quickly caught sight of Sen's hair once again, flinching and sneering in response as he nearly gave himself whiplash turning away. "...And your hair reminds me of someone.." he grumbled, voice dipping to demonic range. Honey just soaked up her pettingz, while Glydre and Pistol just watched.

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[Lady Leaf]

The first answer hadn’t surprised Sen at all. He had figured it was something like that which caused him to want to leave so badly. However the second answer he had not been expecting. His hair reminded him of someone? Who in the world would have hair like his? It wasn’t often anyone had a mixture of red’s and whites in there hair. Not to mention the length was rather unreasonable for most guys… though he could be reminded of a woman with the same length… eh.

After the initial shock Sen found himself starting to laugh. He tried his best to muffle it a bit but couldn’t help as a bit was let out, “Well I can’t say I’ve heard that too often.” He commented in an attempt to keep himself from laughing at the man. It worked for the time being for his need to laugh settled. “But a word of advice; you’d get along with other males better if you didn’t try to ignore them.” Like he was one for giving advice. He, the very being who only gave each person he met a day and a night before running away, “Don’t you ever go out with a few buddies for a few drinks, laughs and to see who can leave the with hottest babe?” Even he had done that and he no real close friends to take out for drinks. To hang around only women all the time… just the thought of it bored Sen. Most the girls he had met talked about their hair, nails, which boy they wanted to marry, if there house was big enough, what shoes they wanted to buy. Sure, Sen admitted it, he liked talking about most of those things. But he also loved most of the boyish things as well. Perhaps why he liked men most of all. They filled in the spots he wasn't so great with.

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[ Alaric ]

"No, I wouldn't!" Alaric snapped back harshly as memories of his two years at an all-boys school flooded his mind. Ignoring them was the only way he was eventually able to put up with all those horrid stuck-up imbeciles. They mocked his faults and insulted his tastes and were just total dicks. So what if he liked his hair long or loved lots of bright colors or thought making his own clothes was fun sometimes? Women rarely mocked these things, and if they ever did it was always brief and questioning and he could easily assure them it meant nothing. Guys though? Ugh. They would never listen. Knowing they were upsetting him only provoked it. And then there was his father, who couldn't appreciate him for anything. And fucking Hector, the 'manly' man appreciated for everything. And hard as he tried, Alaric couldn't ignore those bastards, and that was even with them usually trying to ignore him too.

No... Women cared.. They were gentle, soft, passionate. Or for those who weren't so gentle- for those who were strong and energetic- it was a different strength, stemming from pure determination and will rather than overloads of testosterone. They were beautiful and intelligent and perfect, and were it not for their requirement in reproduction or the fact most for some merciful reason desired their company, worthless-ass men- himself included- wouldn't deserve to share the same planet. "And no, I don't." The only time he got along with guys well enough to tolerate them was in gaming, dealing only with a voice and a character. In the rare event he desired some male company, it was all too easy to just hop online for a few hours with people he knew shared common interests and could leave completely in an instant if they got on his nerves. Why in the hell would he willingly submit to anything less? "I'd win anyway if I tried.." he muttered after a moment.

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[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

‘Not much of a talker, is he…’ Sen’s mind commented inside as Sen gave the man a look of slight confusion. So he didn’t think he would get along with any male and he didn’t hang out with any male friends. Sen couldn’t even imagine avoid the male gender all together but who was he to judge this man. To all their own, right? He did find himself smirking a bit more when heard the mumble from the man though. It appeared the man had a bit of a high opinion of himself if he thought he could get with the hottest lady in the bar. Yet Sen didn’t comment on this. The only reason he had even heard the comment was because the cave was… well.. Dead silent save for the light trickling sound the water made.

He found himself staring at his nail’s again as he looked at the small chips in a few of them. It seemed he always ended up chipping them after a successful job and knew very well that they were going to drive him nuts until he fixed them. So with a slight sigh he began searching his belt for a small bag. “So how did a man like yourself, end up finding himself down here anyway.” He asked purely because he couldn’t stand silance when there was someone else near by, “You look too well groomed to be searching for a place to sleep. I honestly wasn‘t expecting anyone else to be down here.” While he spoke he found the puch he was searching for and pulled out two small bottles of nail polish. One was purple and the other was clear. He had managed to shake the purple one before opening it and applying some on the chipped nails just as finished speaking.

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[ Alaric ]

...the hell? Alaric snorted a bit. 'Well-groomed' how? His hand involuntarily moved to his face, stroking the coarse hair it found there. Of course, his ever-perfect hair was so much habit caring for that he didn't even consider it might be more obvious to the man than his face. And what was that supposed to mean, anyway? Surely he wasn't dealing with a homeless bum, too? He supposed he may as well answer, though, given Honey was sure to stay put until she'd gotten her fill anyway. Reluctantly, he muttered back, "Eh, just heading back inla-"

As he looked up, however, Alaric cut off mid-sentence and actually flinched so hard he jumped a bit as his gaze locked onto what he was now doing. No, surely he-... There was no-... But that was so clearly-... "Jesus Christ, are you painting your nails?!" he exclaimed, voice just almost cracking for his suddenly-shot nerves. G-granted not all of his own hobbies were just extremely masculine, but... come on really!? There were boundaries! Oh dear God, why?

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[Lady Leaf]

Red Hair / Purple Eyes / Pale Skin

Sen was a little shocked by the tone in the man’s voice as he had asked his question. Had he never seen someone paint their nails before? Or had only ever been introduced to the more masculine sides of the male gender?

His eyes shifted up at the man before a moment before he smirked and looked back down at his finger nails, “Well, they don’t naturally grow in purple.” He replied as he continued to apply the polish, “I could do yours next if you would like.” the smirk grew a bit wider as he said this. He was pretty sure he already knew the answer was no. This man seemed too full of himself and his ways to actually be caught with colours on his nails. Besides, it would require being touched by another man. If the man could hardly stand being in the same room as another man, he doubted he could stand being touched.

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[ Alaric ]

Unbeknownst to Alaric, the other man had actually nailed his reaction right on the head, with one exception. Rather than a no, it was more a fumbled, stuttering, and eventual "Hell no!!" If there hadn't been a fair-sized lion in his lap, Alaric would have bounded off right then. Forced to stay and unable to just ignore it while present, the greatly fidgeting trainer eventually let out a cracking, "What-.. 'syour problem-.."

Just when he was debating just pushing Honey off, however, an utterly frantic Glydre decided it was time to again take action. Hovering in, he landed a few feet in front of Sen, blushing heavily. After a few moments of hesitation, he raised up his claws as if offering them, and begging look on his face. Was he-...? Yes... Yes he was... Alaric facepalmed rather loudly.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen had simply smirked when Alaric cried out with a very clear, yet fumbled, Hell no. He had a feeling that would be around the answer he would receive. Though what the man said next made him laugh aloud. “I was probably dropped a lot a kid.” Sen replied teasingly as he continued to paint his fingers. He defiantly had no idea if that was true or not but he figured the other man was smart enough to catch on that it was nothing more than a smart ass remark anyway. He was just about to open his mouth to say something else when the bat like pokemon made another appearance. The little guy just about made his day when he stuck out a small foot to get painted. It was absolutely adorable. Sen almost wanted to take the guy home with him… well if he actually had a home… “You’d like your nails done?” Sen asked, though it was more a statement just to clarify that it was indeed what the Glydre wanted. With a rather impressed grin on his face, Sen leaned down a bit to take the pokemon’s claw and apply some of the paint. As he painted away he decided to finish what he was about to say to Alaric before the adorable bat pokemon offered to have his nails done. “You should get out more often. You make it sound like you’ve never met a gay man before.” He chucked a bit at this before deciding to add, “Don’t get you’re knickers in a twist though. You’re not my type.” Honestly he kind of was. He was good looking, a bit too skinny, but still built well enough. However, Sen didn’t have a death wish and thus, Alaric became a no. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Alaric ]

Alaric flinched so hard it made Honey jump at the word 'gay', and when he went on to dare say something like-.... The blond simply froze where he sat, something between shuddering and shivering, as it lasted too long to be just the prior. Finally, with a rage-induced burst of adrenaline, he simply shoved the massive feline off of him, leaving her with a rather indignant, disbelieving, 'you did NOT!' expression. Alaric quickly scrambled to his feet even as Honey looked away violently with a great huffing sniff. Face beet-red, the trainer walked rather hurriedly down the tunnel back the way he'd come, not particularly caring at the moment if he'd be losing epic time or anything else for that matter save following the voice in his head screaming GET AWAAAYYY.

Meanwhile, Honey simply glared the other direction and fumed, refusing to turn to look through the one thing she couldn't: the back of her own head. He had better be marching right back. He would be. Crawling back even, pleading her forgiveness for such an outburst. Striking her over something so petty. It was a good thing for their other human companion she was so focused on being pissed at the shove, else it might have occurred to her that he was technically the reason Alaric was so upset in the first place. As it was, she was too busy working out his punishment, which increased in severity every ten seconds that passed without a groveling trainer calling out to her.

Glydre just sweatdropped, watching the direction Alaric had gone. A large part of him had panicked, and seeing Honey stay actually increased the urge to fly after, making him the one who cared enough to follow and the one who'd get all the praise and thanks. But... if he left right now his claws would get all messed, and he'd never gotten them painted before... ;3; And and... Alaric probably wouldn't ever let him and... this guy was so nice... His dearest would understand..

Pistol.... hung his head heavily, all but radiating gloom. He... had been forgotten about completely, hadn't he... Oh why didn't he have arms and legs to orz?

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen looked up for a moment, rather confused at the sudden reaction of the other man. Either the man couldn’t sit still, was angry at his pokemon or it wasn’t Sen had said. Perhaps it had been the tone or something. Or maybe he just didn’t like the word knickers. Then again there was the off chance that the man thought he was good looking and a gay guy should be interested in him even if he appeared to not want any guy to be interested. Whatever the reason was it didn’t bother Sen all that much. It just seemed to put a blank expression on his face as he watched the man march away without his pokemon. “Was it something I said?” Sen asked sounding rather confused as his eyes moved from the rather angry looking Luxray to the Kingdra and then back to the Glydre, “Maybe I shouldn’t have told him I wasn’t interested.” He let out a small chuckle at this and continued to paint the Glydre’s claws. He wasn’t about to go chase after the man. After all, he was pretty sure Alaric would have to return eventually to get his pokemon back anyway. All three of them were still here. Besides the fact that he was pretty sure he would get punched out or something if he did follow. As much as he would love to test how far he could push Alaric he did not wish for a black eye or anything else along those lines. “Alright,” Sen announced suddenly as he finished the last claw on the paw of the Glydre, “Now I need the other one. Be careful not to let the pain touch anything for about five minutes. Don’t worry if you do though, I can repaint it.” He waited for the other paw to be held out for him. Ada, whom had still been plastered to wall had been a little concerned about Alaric. She had seen guys feel odd around Sen when they found out he was gay but nothing quite like that before. Not that she could do anything about it. She was just a spider. Besides, he wasn’t even her trainer. She was, on the other hand, a little jealous that the Glydre got to have his nails painted. She didn’t have nails to be painted but if she did she would defiantly let Sen pain them all the time. The man did often claim he wished he had a pokemon who could sit and get their nails done with him. The only pokemon he really had for that was Spit, the Houndour, but spit wouldn’t let him paint them. He also had a bird type pokemon but Sen didn’t seem to be all that good with the bird so it had ended up in the shops to find someone who would better suit her. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]