“To a none native speaker?  Not really, but if you put it up against ‘pure’ it’s obvious it’s not the same.  It’s sort of a bastardized version?  English and Kalosian mixed together and yet both of them are changed a little to make it fit?”  Remy gave a small shrug, unsure if he was making any sense at all.  

Bright grey, almost silver in the right light snapped up and he searched her face.  How many people had he showed the photo to?  How many people had just ignored him, turned their backs.  Just another person swallowed up in the crowd, trying to gain their own fame off the backs of Pokemon.

Shock passed over her face at the admission. “A month?! A whole month, and no one believes you? That’s horrible!” She leaned forward as he held the device out, scanning the photo for several seconds. Not a face she’d seen yet, if her memory served her right, but a face she’d make sure to remember if she saw it again. With an apologetic frown, she shook her head. “I can’t say I’ve seen him, but I’ll keep an eye out nonetheless.”

The touch to his leg had him pulling it back, a sheepish smile on his face.  “You really don’t have to do that mon amie, I’m fine.”  Remy leaned forward just a little to take the cloth from Luel.  She’d spilled it on him, that was true, but she didn’t actually have to go so far as to clean him.  It was… well, really weird.

“The language here is strange.  I’m really not used to hearing anything other than Kalosian.  And even then, pure isn’t something I heard much.  Snowbelle, were I come from, has it’s own dialect.”  The cloth was rubbed over his shin when he pulled his foot up onto the chair, watching Luel from over his knee.

Vesi shifted enough that she could stretch out onto the bent knee, her front paws holding most of her weight as she watched the cloth move.  She snapped her teeth at it when it got close, causing her trainer to laugh into her fur.  “Quit it  ma chérie.  You’ll miss and bite my fingers and then you’ll feel bad and spend all day whining and trying to lick them better.”

“Is your Kalosian really that different?” Luel asked with a tilt of her head. Of course there were customers that often came in, strange words on their tongues and accents she often couldn’t place, but more often than not she thought them just not Kalosian at all. It was easier to believe them different languages entirely than to add more to her list of things to learn.

Robin turned around, to see a red-headed girl addressing him. He paused, before rubbing the back of his head.

Rémy gave the place a once over, bright grey flickering around quickly.  Looked nice, clean, the kind of place Emile wouldn’t turn his nose up at (nothing like the greasy burger joints Rémy himself loved).  

He sat quietly when he was shown were to go, stretching his legs out in front of him and wrinkling his nose.  Tea…  It had to be fucking tea.  He laughed and tipped his head over the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling while he waited for the kind stranger to return.  “Guess we’re meeting all sorts huh ma chérie?”  

Returning her hands to the water, she removed one of the rags and wrung out the excess. “It’s funny how nice it is to hear Kalosian outside of work, now that I’m living here,” she said as she dabbed the rag against his leg. It was funny, in a way, seeing as how they normally kept the Kalosian to a minimum to appeal to more traveled guests. Now it seemed she only heard it in the form of simple greetings and backtalk behind the scenes to make sure no Hoenn natives chanced overhearing them. “It’s not even my first language, but it reminds me of home now.”

“Come on, Gladius. Don’t chicken out on me now.”

The Gallade folded his arms and stood with his back to his trainer. “No. I refuse.”

“Glade, you said you wanted us to start training again-”

“I said I want to start training again! What you are asking me to do could hurt you badly!”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yes, I know. Which is why I’m wanting us to start slow. I need practice too.”

"Don’t Pokemon trainers usually work better with their Pokemon?” Luel whispered down to the pink dog in her arms. Orchid simply snorted her displeasure, completely uninterested.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you petit étranger?”  A small smile settled on his mouth, wiping away the disgust for now as he nodded and made to follow the far shorter girl inside.  

Vesi whined once, causing Remy to stop and look back at her.  She was hesitating, not wanting to go inside and let herself be surrounded by unfamiliar faces.  A small flicker across his face, a tiny hint of sadness then he crouched down.  “Come on ma chérie.”  That was all it took to get her moving again.  The Floatzel darted forward and jumped, aiming to hit the arm that wasn’t bandaged.  

Taking just a moment to scoop up the (now empty) tea container, she ushered him inside. To her coworker’s confused looks she just sent sheepish grins and a small shake of her head, offering no explanations until she’d offered the man a set in the office just to the side of the kitchens.

As she hurried off to exchange the tea container for a small bucket of lukewarm water and several rags, however, one of them forced her to admit at least that the tea hadn’t all made it onto the ground. When she returned to Remy, it was with an uproar of laughter from her coworkers and a blush blazing across her face once more. 

Ah… Um, you can always see a Pokémon Contest. Even if there’s not a Contest Hall where you are, they usually broadcast them on television I think…?

And there’s a few museums and stuff, um, there’s… Gyms… and hot springs in Lavaridge Town, and…. um…. probably some more things…

Oh! I’ve never gone to see a Pokemon contest before! They’re really popular here, right? With actual buildings for them that you can go to? I’d think that going in person would be much more exciting than seeing it on TV!

I wouldn’t be very good around a gym, I'd be a horrible trainer even if I tried... But you’ve been super helpful! Thank you so much!

Vesi continued to lick at his leg, despite the narrowed eyes look he’d given her. It tickled and felt strange at the same time but even the shift of his leg away from her didn’t deter her. “You’re disgusting ma cherié.”

As the girl rambled as to what happened, Remy just shook his head. He’d seen what had happened. “An accident, I’m not angry.” He offered her a small smile, keeping his teeth covered. The shark like quality wouldn’t do much to reassure her.

Really though, of all the things it could have been, it had to be tea… Remy felt his nose wrinkle at the smell, he really couldn’t stand the stuff. It was Emile’s drink of choice, the siblings bickering over the smell of each other preference, claiming disgust and nausea around smiles and into cup that hid their grins.

Green eyes glanced down at his stomach as it gurgled an interruption, and she giggled. “It’s the least I can do to make it up to you! If it makes you feel better about it, I do get one free meal here a day.” She was hardly a stranger to going without a meal here and there, and even then, the crew wouldn’t let her starve.