[Closed] Friends and loves always stick together- Especially If they're programed to do so

[whatnot]

Who: A penguin, a biffle and a burd
What: Hangouts(?) and painting the city tears
Where: Arrrouuund FDC brosies
When: Backdated the 30th of March
Warnings: Standard warning that it has Alex- well not really, but better be save than sorry. Also implied terrible things in the narration I guess.

He won the auction. He was completely victorious.

But then why does it felt like he didn't gained any satisfaction from it.

To be able to touch and do anything he'd like with the person he loves, wasn't that already a complete victory? The night from a few days back... had he listened to Alex instead of his own selfish thoughts, he wouldn't felt this way, this absolute guilt suffocating him. However, there were still several days left while Alex was in his hands, he didn't want it anymore. The guilt was making him feel terrible enough that he wanted for the week to be over with, and so he did nothing with Alex the following day.

Only to remember a promised he had with Voile in regards of hanging out with her. Even through his current brooding, he didn't want to disappoint the Gardevoir in any way- she was his dearest friend in the academy. However, leaving Alex behind doesn't seem like an ideal option either, so instead he brought the other as he meet up with Voile in the promised day.

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[liberatedempath]

To say that she hadn't known there was something going on would have been a lie. Of course she knew. Voile was really the only one she was aware of capable of that empathic ability. It proved, more often than not, to be a curse rather than a blessing, she found. All the same, she'd known for a while that something sat between Empo and Alex.

The bird she didn't know so well. She had seen him once or twice, had spoken with him perhaps in passing, but she knew nothing private about him. Empo, on the other hand, was something akin to a close friend. He was the version of Watt that wasn't female, she thought. Not in personality, mind you, but rather how she interpreted him. However, there were definitely some things she thought were far better to be shared between her and Watt alone. Empo's inability to be a girl really reminded her of that.

So when Empo had wanted to spend the day with her and Alex, Voile could only find herself curious as to what events would or could possibly transpire.

[thunderbutt]

This week had been hell for Alex. For someone who picked and choose when to listen to others, constantly being under the same person's command 24/7, despite the fact that Empo did absolutely nothing to order him around after that one night, had been extremely draining for him, both physically and emotionally.

All the stress prevented him from being in his top condition, and it was rather clear to see that with his hairstyle not being the usual spiky style. The usual rowdy personality was gone as well, replaced with a quiet and tired-looking Alex as he stood off to the side, with his hands in his pockets.

[whatnot]

He was never a psychic type, but nonetheless, Empo wasn't stupid enough to noticed that Voile may have already sense something was wrong with this situation. Keeping up a poker-face, Empo presented himself with a smile as Voile seated between the two.

"I'm sorry we haven't talked with each other since before the pageant, Voile, things had been busy and whatnot." And it was probably obvious by the other two that Empo was hiding, judging by his speaking style. "I hope you are not bothered with me inviting along Zapdos, I thought it would be nice for the two of you to meet as well."

It was only a matter of time before Empo's lies surface.

[liberatedempath]

Voile blinked as she looked between Alex and Empo, wondering idly what kind of crossfire could potentially crop up. The sensation was an odd one, because she hadn't had it before. How was one supposed to act? How was she supposed to act? She was used to being mostly sugar and spice, and all things nice. But for one reason or another, she got the distinct impression that such a thing just wasn't going to cut it here.

"No, of course not," she reassured the penguin Pokémon. "I like being able to meet your friends. Officially, I mean." Her attention turned onto Alex and she offered over her left hand, "I'm not sure what he's said of me, but if it was anything nice, then it's quite possible he was exaggerating. My name is Voile."

Her lips curved into a patient smile as her head tipped, even when faced with how somber Alex appeared to be, "It's very nice to meet you."