The Bridge Between Pokemon and Humans

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” She smiled as well. Yuuka was grateful to have any company. “I haven’t really conversed with many people since then, so I can’t imagine that anything you would do could change that impression.”

"Heh, very well then. So tell me, is there anything you'd like to talk about? Or do you perhaps have any questions? I've got all the time in the world."

“Thank you N. That means a lot to me. I feel the same way.” Yuuka looked off to the side, a few memories rushing back to meet her before turning back towards N. “Though, I’m glad to have finally met you.”

The look Kamon gave at the offer could only be described as a scowl. He had been rather passive beforehand— amused, even— and his mouth had instantly quirked down faster than one could say his full name. What. Was N really inviting him to go to some region he could care less about? Sure, the boy had heard things about it but there was nothing about it that really caught his interest with all that flashy nonsense adds about Nimbasa city getting in the way.

N hummed a bit, still rocking on his feet. "I don't know. I was just thinking you might enjoy it. Plus I could use some company back home I guess, but mostly I just think you'll really like it."

“You’ve already told me that pointless piece of information, if you can’t remember.” the young heir pointed out with a sigh, one hand lifting to rest at his hip. “and I can remember because you got physically pissed when I called Morty a faggot who gave out a fag badge. Cheerio chap, still not giving a fuck about what I call any of your friends, by the way.” Why was the guy even smiling when the redhead was still being as much of a dick as he always was—no, even more-so? Really, this guy had mental issues and needed a damn doctor to look at what was broken on the inside.

"Ah, I suppose I did didn't I? Well my apologies then." N rocked a bit on his feet and tucked his hands behind his back.