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Who: Warren (Seth) the DickCat, Voile the Gardevoir
When: 10/19 (I think) - 20:00
Where: BE-4
What: ~~It's a date!~~ It's something akin to a date. Kind of. Sort of.
Warnings: Seth gets his own warning.

"Wear something cute."

What curious words. Voile really didn't know what to make of them. She couldn't remember anyone else ever saying anything like that to her. Most people didn't care what she was wearing, and if they did, she'd either met (or exceeded) expectations, or they felt it wasn't worth their time to bring it up. And yet Warren had specifically said precisely that to her. To wear something cute.

What does he think of as cute? She didn't have an answer to that, and still couldn't figure out how to get one as she eyed her closet with interest. In her opinion, many of the human garments she had were... 'cute'. And they were only cute for magazines had said as much and certainly nothing printed could be a lie. ...Right?

She finally settled on something relatively simple. Pastels of blues and purples. Ruffles. Sleeveless for once. And perhaps a little shorter than she was used to. It looked almost more like a summer dress, but the season hadn't grown too cold yet. With that thought in mind, Voile felt like it was acceptable.

At the door to the room he'd directed her, Voile paused. A smaller pot of gracidea flowers in one hand, her other rose to knock on his door.

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"Flowers!" He exclaimed with a slow-building excitement. "I've always utilized them before as accents and decorations, but never really made them such a central theme."

He'd further contemplate aloud this all the way from getting out of the limo to getting seated at their reserved table--Seth getting doors and pulling out chairs politely the entire way.

"You're more familiar though--with the cooler weather coming up, what kinds of flowers would be more appropriate to the season? Something that flourishes even in the coldest of winters."

He treated her as if she were more than a simple, mere girl. It was true that Sonny had held doors open for her, pulled out her chair for her, so on and so forth. She'd enjoyed it, but... It had been a while before and even she could easily fall out of practise with it. It was hard not to be a little flustered by the attention, but perhaps that was what he was going for.

Sometime boys said they thought girls were prettier when they were bashful. But what kind of guy was Seth? Voile had no way of knowing.

As she sat and settled her hands upon her lap, she wondered if she sat too straight. And when she began to look around, once more she contemplated the idea that she simply didn't fit in. After a few moments longer, she placed her red eyes back onto his face and she smiled a very small, almost inconspicuous smile.

"Amaryllis flowers, for one. The stems bloom into clusters of flowers and come in a few different colours. Passionate colours, like red and pink. White, too. Jasmine plants and some types of lilies as well. There aren't a lot, but they certainly exist. As to how convenient it would be to have them, I don't know. I imagine other people here might know more on that." Like Bulba or Vinnie, she thought about saying, but unsure if Seth knew them, she thought it better not to bring them up yet.

"Simply marvelous." He noted her suggestions with varying interest, equally apt to disregard and go with his own selfish endeavors as he would take it in earnest. He supposed he'd let time decide that one out.

"Oh, I could ask Bulba." He did think better, for a good reason. "He was my former roommate. Very good with plants."

"I didn't know you two roomed together," she replied almost immediately. "Bulba is a good friend of mine. He knows a lot about plants and flowers. I'm positive he could tell you more about ones to plant in winter, Seth."

Voile smiled kindly and took an opportunity to look around the restaurant he'd taken her to. Still too fancy for her tastes. Then she returned her attention back onto him and idly fiddled with a lock of green that curled over her collarbone. "What kinds of things do you like?"

He was sure he could.

"Personally?" Seth chirped, amused she would cautiously pry, even with something so tentative and vague. Curiosity did terrible things, as he knew. He sat back in his seat, looking oh so comfortable with himself as he smiled at her, humming quietly and mulling over an answer.

"I think I enjoy aesthetics and balance in many things--and not by any means the shallow kind." Except it was absolutely shallow on the former, and anything but on the latter.

"I like seeing the beauty in things that are opposite yet not, both sides of the coin. Light and dark, hot and cold, flowers and dirt and all of it. One can't exist without the other, so therefore if one side is deemed beautiful and glorious, the other side must as well. Maybe not everyone looks at it that way--with contests and labels and stigmas--but that's how I like to look at things."

She nodded very slowly as she listened to him, thinking his words almost too good to be true. It sounded like something she would say, which was what made it 'too good.' People weren't naturally so kindhearted. She doubted many could see the beauty in dirt or darkness. And hearing Seth claim to do precisely that...

Well. It certainly stirred something in her. Except she wasn't sure if it was her at all. The joys of being am empath.

"I think that is the most beautiful thing I have heard someone say since I started attending this academy." It was true that Cyrus said beautiful things, but they seemed so empty and hollow when he said them. To convey the proper feelings, one had to be able to pour their heart into it. From what she could interpret, Seth at least seemed to be speaking from the heart.

"I really respect that outlook. I wish other people felt the same way."

There was a twinkle in his crimson eye, as if he'd caught that, even somehow shared that resonance with her for a brief, fleeting moment. ~~Oh the joys of being an empath, indeed.~~ It was enough to know that was tug on his fishing line, the tug of his barbed hook sinking deep inside her.

He tried to not look to pleased with himself, and humbly sipped at his glass of water. He was actually speaking from his heart--albeit in a twisty way. He was a very passionate individual deep down, driven and ambitious with his lofty goals and ideas. Ambitious, but patient... and corrupted with the bitter reality of this world and of his Rocket-influenced raising. The world was an ugly, ugly place.

Beautiful in its ugliness, when he would be done with it.

"I hope you don't mind if I return that question. You've gotten me awfully curious too--what kinds of things do you like, Voile?"

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She would have been fine with keeping the conversation on him. In fact, that was usually the plan of action. It was a lot easier to focus on others than it was herself and she blamed that mostly on the empathy as well. Eventually Voile got to a point where she couldn't figure out if her feelings were truly hers or if she had relied so much on the sentiments of others that she'd forgotten how to honestly reflect upon herself.

So when Seth suddenly asked about her, even admitted that he was curious, little by little, pink spread over her cheeks. She lifted a hand and slipped her fingertips over her lips with some thought.

What kinds of... things do I like? What does he hope to accomplish by learning anything of me? And try as she might, even with how she turned over the thoughts in her head, she couldn't... seem to figure out an answer to any of that. She looked aside momentarily, playing with the temptation to divert his attention, but if anything, he'd proven he was very observant. Something so simple likely wouldn't have worked on him.

She answered him simply. "Flowers. Nature. The ocean. Simple things. Nothing... extravagant or terribly exciting, I'm afraid..."

He didn't seem too satisfied with that response, though he gave little to no hint about that spare his lack of immediate reply--he leaned back in his chair and fixed her with a little smile, as if analyzing and reanalyzing her answer.

"And beautiful--what kinds of things do you find beautiful?"

"Beautiful?" she asked.

Her left hand at the very tip of her nose, he had her caught once more. "From a purely aesthetic viewpoint - and admittedly shallow perhaps - I like dresses. Otherwise, people are beautiful. Humans are beautiful. Pokémon are beautiful. Our differing ideals, beliefs, freedoms, and individual selves. The entire world is filled with beauty. It's just that many people are blind to it."

Voile lifted her eyebrows as she looked over to Seth, wondering if answers like that seemed to meet his approval, not that his reaction had any bearing on their existence.

They did. The world was so blind.

I want to make them see it. He wanted to whisper, his heart filled with such a grand notion he thought it would burst. It was grand, and he was devoted to it.

I want to make the world see it no matter the cost.

Seth's eyes seemed especially bright as she spoke. "I don't think that's shallow at all. The world can be wonderful."

There was a pause, as if just the manner in which that rolled off his tongue reminded him of lyrics. "What a wonderful world..." He started. Yes. Perhaps he would continue for the sake of her reaction. His voice lowered into a rumbling purr, pleasant in tenor and sound.

"I see trees of green, red roses too~"

Yes. He was singing. Singing a cheesy song, at that. And he insisted on not taking his eyes off her the entire time.

"I see them bloom... for me and for you. And I think to myself..."

He closed his eyes and reared back in his seat, voice raising slightly in volume as he belted it out. "What a wonderful world~!"

Edited (was not wad) 2012-12-27 20:34 (UTC)

He could have left it at that. The world could be wonderful. There wasn't much more that needed to be added. It encompassed the entire ideal, was simple, and effective. But Seth had other plans and at first, Voile didn't understand at all.

She didn't recognise the song. That was the first thought that crossed her mind. The second was to actually listen to the lyrics. Around the point of '...for me and for you...' it dawned on her that he was singing. In public. To her, it seemed. Petrifying, pleasant, and entirely unexpected if she was going to be truthful about it.

You are causing a spectacle, but you don't seem to care, she thought as she looked around the restaurant. Eyes and glances, for Seth was certainly not at all shy about the motion.

Once more she felt an odd flutter in what seemed to be somewhere deep inside. Like Seth had the key to a door that was located in a black hallway, which most eyes overlooked easily. As she eyed him, his confidence, his persona that seemed so different from hers, Voile was stained by intrigue. And something else that she couldn't identify.

"Do you mean to bring all eyes onto us?" she asked him very quietly, once more hiding beneath her hair as her head inclined so she might place her gaze onto their table. She didn't sound upset or venomous in the least. Just... incredibly bashful.

His smile was terribly pleased--pleased with himself and pleased with her reaction. Seth swivels around the restaurant, taking note of perhaps all of about two or three individuals' attention he had caught, eyes lingering on their table until they realized the singing man was looking back. They immediately looked away.

"Who?" Seth brought his attention back to Voile, the pretty little thing he'd rather look at. "Look around, no one cares."

Not for an incident of such a tiny caliber, easily dismissible.

"People don't care unless it personally affects them."

LIKE MURDERS. Like murders. Another fine example of the shallowness of humanity--and the animals in between. Loss of life wasn't even attention grabbing enough unless it mattered to someone personally.

"I must say though, you have quite the affect on me~ I don't often sing like that and not for any reason other than to impress."

And he did aim to impress. Always.

"I imagine my voice isn't as lovely as yours, though."

When he suggested her to look around, she did. And sure enough, no one was looking at them. So perhaps it was only her need for some form of polite etiquette. She never would have dreamed of doing such a thing. But then if it wasn't for a contest, Voile preferred to shy away from attention.

"I don't..." Is that really true? "...Not everyone is like that. Even if it doesn't personally involve them, people stare and interfere with some things often." At least she did, so perhaps Seth's words were meant to be more like a gentle jab.

As he continued, she felt herself zero in on his words. She had 'quite' the affect on him? "M-me?" Voile asked. Her left hand lifted and she motioned to herself. "Er... Well... You don't need to impress me..."

She tapped her fingertips together, unable to really concentrate on much past the idea that she evidently had some form of effect on him. What did that even me? Why would he say it? She didn't have an effect on anyone. And if she did, clearly they had the sense to not tell her.

So modest, so cute.

"Don't be shy." He lowered his voice and tried to soothe her over, not wanting to push too much. Just to the very precipice of her threshold and then back of before she broke. There would be plenty of time for breaking later.

"If not your voice then you're positively pretty enough for the stage. Have you ever considered anything like that?"

Shy wasn't the word she would have used for it. Modest, yes. Shy, not so much. At least not normally. Seth certainly had a way of making her that way, though, and she couldn't exactly pinpoint that. She was going to guess it had a lot to do with the idea that he was a bit 'out of her league' and yet he was paying some awfully special attention to her.

Made her feel special, it did. And she couldn't remember really feeling like that since Delian. There was an obvious bias present.

"I was in contests," she clarified for him. "In Lilycove. I've seen more than a few stages, sang more than a few songs, and danced more than a few dances." And was as pampered as a contest pokemon should have been in pretty dresses and pretty ribbons. "But those times and days are over. I don't do any of that any longer."

"Contests..." He parroted, resting a palm in his chin with rapt interest. "You mean like Pokemon contests...?"

She nodded, "Well, yes. I was groomed for contests and my move set is really primarily for that. I wouldn't be much of a formidable opponent in the world of gyms and badges. I've never really experienced that lifestyle either."

"That being said, however, I've not been in a contest for quite some time. I intend to open a contest hall here at the academy. I hope it'll get good reception. I want it to be something that humans and pokemon can bond over." A pause and Voile tapped at her chin, "Do you think that sounds silly? I know some people don't agree with that concept..."

Seth looked positively starstruck. Like this was a brilliant idea. Brilliant, cute, and possibly quite lucrative.

"I think it's marvelous. I could endorse you--sponsor you through Host Club. It would be positively received, I'm sure of it. Especially at a place like the academy where humans and Pokemon and all kinds of creatures coincide together."

He gestured as he spoke, clearly excited and happy for her. "All the costumes for Host Club could be used in the contests, and vice versa. I'd be more than happy to lend a hand."

She said nothing for many moments, mostly because his offer was so generous that she was overwhelmed by it. Drawing up her left hand, she brushed her fingertips over her cheek with some thought. Seth's host club would be a good form of advertisement. And she was thrilled to give him a little something in return as well.

"I... do tailoring as well," she admitted quietly. "I'm not perfect, but I know how to make a good outfit and a good number of my dresses were sewn by my own hand. I... believe we could be of some mutual benefit to one another Seth."

She sat a little straighter, feeling her professionalism would be best instead of how her heart kept doing some pitter patter here and there. "I'm still developing the contest hall, but I can help design costumes for the host club and use them to promote your occasional events in return for your advertising. Is... this something you would genuinely be interested in?"

"You are a woman of many talents." He purred. He liked the way she thought, business-wise. It would be mutually profitable; he had resources and she had skill and forethought to exemplify said resources.

"Of course I would. Let's make it happen--together, Voile."

It wasn't what he said that caught her attention. It was how he said it. It was like an immense strip of cold traveled up her back and rather than fading away, it eventually numbed her. Her fingertips moved, as if to test if they could still even move and she gave to him a smile.

"This sounds perfect," in a completely non-perfect way, considering perfection didn't exist. "I look forward to it. Should we shake on it, do you think? Or are you so trusting that you'll take me at my word?"

"Let's shake on it. Make it official." He said, and held his hand out over the dinner to commensurate.

"To us."

Them. 'Us,' he said. What a concept. She never imagined at any point in time that the man she helped once would be sitting with her at a nice dinner, in a fancy restaurant, and dressed to the nines. She reached over to take his hand and gave it a good, firm shake.

"To us, Seth."

And she looked more than a little pleased with the very concept.

And then they made out, the end.

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