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[She blinked, making a surprised little laugh despite it all.]

That's truly a very impressive resume already.

[He had accidentally goaded her into a light smile, and it stayed as she glanced down at their intwined fingers.]

... You won't stop, either. Every step you take is going to teach you something new, as long as you let it. I know I don't have to tell you that but... it's good to keep moving.

[While size of his tail flame hadn't diminished to anything alarming, it seemed to sputter and wheeze shakily, like it was gasping for breath. There was an indignant twitch in its tip as Char stated what was blatantly obvious to both of them, and it tapped the floor once... before giving up.

Vinnie wanted to deny it, just out of sheer, stubborn pride. Babysittin'... the word fell on his head like a dunce cap. Even when he tried to stand up straighter to reinforce the fact that no, he didn't need help from you, or anyone else, all that achieved was a loud, pathetic gurgle escaping from his stomach.

Dejectedly, the Vinnie's shoulders sunk and he crossed his arms in an attempt to cover his midsection. He just looked pissed as hell at himself for needing Char's help again. Again. To eat.

After a stretch of silent fuming, he finally forced the words out of his mouth.]

...I'm starving.

[Blue's laugh got a small, fond smile out of him - at least he wasn't a complete downer. It wasn't much consolation, but it was enough for him to glance over and give the trainer and light nuzzle on the cheek. It was a bit forward, but they were friends. It's what he did for friends.]

I will. Don't worry 'bout me.

[Blue, likewise, felt no qualms in giving the Venusaur a light kiss on the cheek herself.]

I'll keep it to the basic level, promise.

[Because even if she was completely confident that he could stand tall on his own, which she was, it was only natural to worry about him a little.]

[It would have been impossible not to notice the rumbling of Vinnie's stomach, just like it was impossible not to notice the frustration that Vinnie's body language was radiating. Char hefted the rabbit in his hand thoughtfully for a moment, feeling it necessary to act like he hadn't really intended to let Vinnie have the stupid thing the whole time, then held it out.]

You're lucky I wasn't hungry. Look, don't go thinkin' this is charity, 'cause it ain't. You take a kill from me, you owe me one once you've got the hang of huntin'. I'd try to do it before you're a Venusaur again, if I were you.

[A challenge, he hoped, would be preferable to a handout -- and, with any luck, look more like he was being an arrogant prick to Vinnie instead of going out of his way for him. (Which he wasn't, by the way. He totally just happened to find that rabbit for his own reasons.)]

Ellistree relished in speed, it was her prime attribute and she excelled at it immensely. To say that she was having a blast would be an understatement and having someone along for the ride only prompted her to be more active, boastful and pull off a few tricks along the way.

Once they arrived, Elli could sense Chiyo's reluctance and that made her chuckle a little.

"You can stay there sweetheart. I'll just point to each ice cream flavor and you can nod once you see one you like. Pick as much or as little as you'd like okay?"

With that, Ellistree made her way to where the flavors were displayed and started naming them out.

A good question.

Caim's eyebrows furrowed as he eyed Ishimaru and after a moment, he resumed writing. There is little preparation necessary here. Simply be yourself. I should like it if she found favour with a man who wore only himself.

It didn't mean Ishimaru was to show up naked. It meant that Caim wanted Ishimaru to wear no masks.

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His writing was not immediate, mostly because he didn't really have that kind of knowledge. His mute status had nothing to do with something of that sort. His voice was the price he paid to stay alive essentially. The ability to speak seemed a very small thing to pay forward when it guaranteed his life. And made it more difficult to kill him the second time around. And gave him a dragon companion who could easily roast more Empire soldiers than a banquet could host a plethora of basted pigs.

I suppose it is a possibility. He paused momentarily and lifted one hand and shoulder in something of a casual shrug. Understand that my knowledge on magic is limited. I am no mage, Miss Chiyo. I am a swordsman, which but a few tricks up my very sleeves.

And that really was the truth of the matter. It certainly is not impossible. Although for inquiries of that nature, I might recommend seeking the assistance of someone who would know of those arts better. I can only instruct you in coping, not in the source or the cure.

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And just like that, the remainder of lunch was snapped up in about half a second ~~that actually took about a month~~. Gosh. How about that.

Char stood up, his tail already pulling a 180 from nervous curling to eager wagging. Give him a second to keep from talking with his mouth full, and:

"Well, shit. If you're itchin' for a flight, then I guess I'd be willin' to indulge you. C'mon, kid, no time like the present, right?"

The Ivysaur eagerly perked up in victory, all but leaping from his seat. "Yessss."

Onwards, then, to the great outdoors. Bulba went right ahead and transformed as he headed out the door, happily trotting out onto the grass.

Char was transforming right on his heels. That big ol neck craned down to Bulba's level to shoot him a grin, then Char stopped, bending down so his broad back was presented to Bulba. Climb aboard, kiddo, your chariot awaits.

Yes yes yes good. Bulba scuttled right on up (barring that slight foot slip there please disregard that fumble) and got himself situated in that nearly saur-shaped spot on Char's back. Next came buckling up his seat belt, loosely looping around a few vines across the dargon's person. Cool.

"Okay...!"

Her type really did make the best suckers for suckers. He could have uncharged it to a ridiculous amount and she wouldn't know any better.

"Mmmm--taking into consideration shipping and importing, processing and handling, quality and management..." He trailed off. "Probably close to fifty dollars a box, realistically." As it stood, he certainly did, but there was a fine balance between getting a lot now immediately and getting even more over time.

"But just for you I'll pitch in out of my own pocket because you're such a dear friend. Forty-five will do! Stretch it out a bit better and that forty-five dollars will carry you a long way."

Collected interest was his favorite part about being a weasely businessman.

"If I put in an order right now it might even get here by tomorrow, and I'll deliver it to you tout de suite." He pulled out his phone and waggled it in the air at her, temptingly. "What do you say?"

But Caaaaim...

Alright, so maybe showing up naked wasn't actually at the forefront of his mind. He would never dream of exposing himself to a woman, after all. Being himself, that was easy enough. After all, he was the naively honest type who couldn't put up a front even if he tried.

Which was a shame because it would have made his life so much easier, though he didn't realize it.

He nodded firmly, one fist clenching in determination. "Understood! If that's everything, then, I'll be waiting to hear about the arrangements!"

She totally could have joined in! He would have loved that.

"Thanks! That was out sixth badge! Then, we had to go all the way south through the Seafoam Islands and then west to the Cinnabar Island Gym to get out seventh badge. It was a long journey but so much fun!"

In the same way Ishimaru had, Caim returned the succinct nod he'd been given. He'd have to begin the preparations right away. And then even more in the event that they actually hit it off. Ishimaru seemed like a mostly... understanding young man. And if the worst happened, Caim imagined he could use any sword to put an end to him.

Well. Of course he could. But he probably wasn't going to unless he really had to. And honestly, he had other things to do than use swords that weren't his to slay men who were pawns.

I will keep in contact with you. As you should with me in return. I expect you to tell me of your progress with her.

"I knew it!" Her face lit up proudly, though the excitement at meeting a real life princess was quickly stamped out as she realized that it meant that everything Eirika said about the royal life probably came from experience after all.

"Oh, wait... so everything you said was the real truth, huh..."

Eirika didn't reply immediately. Not because she didn't have the intention to, but mostly because she was trying to figure out how she wanted to say things.

"Every princess is different, Mary," she began with a kinder look. "It is true that I have my obligations I must see to. It is also true that I would agree the prosperity of my people comes before mine. And yes, sometimes I must put my feelings aside for the sake of others."

She smiled a little, mostly as she thought of Innes. "Yet the same holds for banquets and soirees. Princes compliment and ride their steeds. Jousting matches occur. Courtships ensue. The stories are not particularly inaccurate, just more romanticised than what they may actually be."

Phoenix, of course, had absolutely no intention of going out and catching wild Pokemon. His arrangement with Voile had been because she had asked. Taking on new Pokemon was definitely the last thing on his mind, even if these books had said that trainers usually had several Pokemon at once. He didn't sense that worry on her, though, so it didn't cross his mind.

What did catch his attention, though, was her curiosity, and how she seemed to want to join his studies. "Oh! Yeah, sure, hang on!" He leaned back and moved his pack off the chair next to his, instead putting it down by his feet as he pulled out a chair.

Afterward, he angled his book a little better so that a person sitting next to him could read along and study. It was unfortunate that Chiyo couldn't speak, because then she might have been able to offer some advice. Already Phoenix knew that she was probably a Pokemon herself due to the way she looked.

Good job, Bulba. Always dragon responsibly.

Once Bulba was nicely settled, all it took was a running start, plenty of wingbeats, and they were up in the air. Char resisted the temptation to show off -- going too high or too fast tended to not be such a wild time for the passenger as it was for the pilot.

It'd been a long time since he'd actually flown to the garden, but after all the false starts and do-overs growing it had involved, he'd made more than enough trips for the route to ingrain itself into his memory. Once they were high enough to coast comfortably, he stole a peek over his shoulder at the Ivysaur he was carrying.

"So can I ask why I'm bein' invited out there, kid?"

There came the familiar thrill as his stomach sort of dropped away along with the ground and his breath caught in his throat. Familiar as it might have been, the rush still felt like a new surprise and Bulba held on just a little bit tighter. The contrasts between the warmth of the dragon beneath him with the sun on his flower and the cool wind rustling through his leaves were wonderful. This was exactly what he had wanted. He sort of peeked over Char's shoulders at the landscape below, but quickly decided once again that it was nicer to just focus on the clouds.

Once they were coasting, Bulba settled himself in quite comfortably for the ride. The Ivysaur beamed back at Char, briefly nudging his back with his nose in a small nuzzle.

"It's a surprise!"

"A surprise?"

If lizards had eyebrows, he would have raised them. He was in no big hurry -- it wasn't a very long trip at all, but slowing it down a bit by coasting as much as possible would mean a smoother ride for Bulba, and as long as he wasn't looking too nervous about the height, he might appreciate the time to take in an eyeful or two of the view, maybe.

So it only made sense to milk it a little, right? He shot Bulba a quick grin. "What, don't I at least get a hint?"

He definitely super appreciated it. There would be exactly zero complaints about spending too much time flying.

"It's uhh..." He was trying to peer over Char's shoulder again, already forgetting his lesson. There was a brief show of him scooting back because wow high up whoa geez hi. What was he thinking of? Hints. Right. Yes. "... Green. It's green."

The hint that pretty much covered the possibility of anything from trainers to plants. Wow.

Ooh, he saw that peek over the edge. "Don't sweat it, kid. I ain't gonna let you fall," Char piped up, as if it would be at all possible for Bulba to fall off while his vines were doing their thing. Heights had a way of calling to him ever since he'd gained a flying typing, but he could kinda empathize -- Bulba trusting him with this was like a Charmeleon trusting a Blastoise to cart him across the ocean. Probably safe but still pretty dang nerve-wracking.

Reassurances aside, there were hints to be pondering. Unintentionally ambiguous hints. "Green's comin'?" Char asked, vastly missing the intended sense of the word in full Who's On First style. "How come we didn't just bring him with us?"

Yeah. He knew there was nothing to be worried about but yeah man. It was time to actually start listening to himself and stick to cloud gazing. Look how nice they were. Super fluffy. Oh man.

"Oh... Oh, no, I meant like... Not that kind of green."

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Hahaha, coming from poor Chiyo, those thoughts would be entertaining to say the least XD

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