Love-like Necrosis.

"If they wanted the rest of this I wouldn't mind giving the rest away. Last thing I want is to have a stomach ache for the rest of the day. Besides they are pretty cute..."

Probably wasn't the greatest word to describe it but it certainly was the only one that popped through Mika's mind in the heat of the moment.

"She does like donuts, but you shouldn't have to give the rest of yours up to her! You can still give her a bite or two, if you want. I'll pick something up for her later."

The girl is kind -- Klara's surprised, and pretty happy that her companion isn't thrown off or frightened away. Skorupi continues to do her little tapping dance at the concept of getting a treat from a new person (cheating, perhaps, exactly what she'd likely wanted).

"..."

❝ other dragons that soared the skies. phoenixes that would rise from ashes endlessly. the seas were ruled by leviathans and populated by merfolk and selkies and sirens- anything you could dare to dream of ... ❞ he's not exactly sure why he's telling her this, but ... at least he can respect her fearlessness. even if it stems from a lack of knowing who he was. who he had been. who he could be again if given the chance.

neat flames, though, buddy, she says. again, with that sort of nonchalant air. ❝ my inner flame is what keeps my body warm. all fire drakes have one. in a way, it is our life's essence, regardless of the shapes we take. ❞ he breathes another small jet of flames- controlled, as to not hit her skorupi(?) or her- a multitude of colors dancing in the fire. ❝ it is quite natural, but there are some spells that allow dragonfire to be replicated by other beings. ❞

Most of his words go over her head, though she can fold the talk of dragons and fire drakes away -- there's similar back home, or similar enough. Legendary pokemon and their tales, stories like Kalos' wandering king (...if...she remembers correctly...that one was a real, very much somehow still alive man, and considering that is deeply frightening) or the Darkest Day and the Hero of the Sword.

"Well, I'm not sure if I'd call it magic...I guess Psychic and Fairy-types do have that, though? They can do a lot of cool things. Some even shapeshift to look like people."

She clears her throat and prepares her best "professorly" spiel, one finger pointed and wagging as she does so. Skorupi, to her credit, does her own little tippy-tap dancing. (Trying to help mama, as it were.)

"Pokemon can be many things, from assistants in daily life, to battle partners, to pets or support companions. They live all around the many different regions where I'm from, like Galar, my home region! You can find them just about anywhere. A cave, the sea, even a trash-heap. People often...um, well, it's different place to place, but most cultures back home have different types of "journeys" kids and adults go on to catch them, and document them. Some people do gym battles, which are like, uh, recreational sports matches, I guess? Using their pokemon. And a lot of people specialize in types. I like Poison-types, but..."

Unspoken, quiet: Bug-types are my favorite, and I wish I'd banked on them instead. (She was that child who climbed trees to get the local creepy-crawlies in her hands, and as an adult, she wished her career hadn't hinged on Poison-types.)

The slit pupil of his eyes grew larger as he tried to hide how much he was really enjoying hearing about these bug pokemon. He couldn't help it when he began to bounce lightly on the balls of his heels. He could almost picture it in his head what it looked like.

His hands fanned across his face as he tried to hide the glee showing through, completely forgetting the pastry in his hand and dropped it to the ground. He had so much information to add to his journal. He didn't want to forget a single thing about dustox.

"Ah, no...but if I can find a way, I'll get one someday. They're not native back home, either. Kinda an invasive species if'n they do pop up, but I don't think they're so bad."

Her hand reaches for the pokeball at her waist: she's got Skorupi! She can totally show off her special chunky baby! Kid's gotta love that, since he's her comrade in crawlies. She points to the capsule, smiling as she does so, like a lady in a product ad.

Klara is more than eager to show off her well-trained, raised-from-low-level friend, the way one might show off their child -- in a way, Skorupi is, well, her child. (Not something she'd say to anyone, especially not if on camera.)

"What do they look like?" He asked, his voice raising a bit from the small amount of excitement he felt. "Is their poison lethal to humans? Or just other pokemon?"

"Dustox...they're big, wide, and purple; their bodies are kind of shaped like a plane, and they have flared butts. Their antennae are conical and banded in pattern, and they're yellow -- the thickness helps catch pollen. Standard compound eyes, of course, yellow in color and kind of...slanted? They probably evolved to make themselves look a little scary."

Her head tilts to the side as she thinks for the best way to describe a Dustox, to someone who's never encountered one: a fun little task, like if she'd been called onto a game show as a bit -- practice for her idol career.

Her hands gesture as she speaks, creating each shape in the air, making sure it gets across as best she can without a pen and paper.

"The wings are green and shaped like a cut in half lily pad that's got pleats. The upper wings have ring-like patterns with ovals below the rings, and those are red. Their legs are red, short, and stubby! I love when they fold their little feet."

As for the other questions...she has to actively think. (She's a more general poison type Trainer, even if she does love herself a good bug.)

admittedly, he'd been rather lost in thought, and the strange insect hadn't actually caught his attention until the woman had decided to threaten him before scooping the insect into her arms. ❝ your familiar, i presume. ❞

❝ there are few mages that i know of who pick scorpions as familiars. but, i suppose there's a first time for everything. ❞ it's tense, the glow in his chest slowly dimming, but his blue eyes never leave the woman or her bug. you wouldn't step on one of those kittythings with the tv heads, right? she asks, and malchior thinks to his first encounter with the creature the locals called a radio-cat. the creature had been trailed by a litter of radio-kittens and had scampered off with them when it noticed him- with a rather discordant wail.

"I'll threaten whoever I need to threaten, but I will forgive you this time!"

Dragon or not. She's not particularly fearful, to her detriment. Perhaps, also to her credit -- small animal, big animal, big teeth. Familiar...it's certainly one way to refer to Skorupi: old hex maniacs would call their pokemon that, wouldn't they? And some of the fairy-type collectors in the woods.

"She's not a scorpion, though I guess you could call her my familiar. She's a Skorupi, a type of pokemon. We don't really have little things like those tiny, plain bugs where I'm from."

Her eyes lock onto the small trail of flames: surely, some psychic-type trainers could do similar -- must be natural to him (a cool trick, Klara notes to herself absently). A finger makes a trailing gesture, similar to the fire's motions, crackling and bouncing as if she's given music to the now-dead air.

He hesitated for a moment when their eyes met. He had never heard anyone say they were jealous of his eyes. At most, people would ignore how strange they were. Sephiroth shuffled on his feet a bit uncomfortable with the sudden praise and attention.

"...Thank you," he replied politely, forcing his voice to be softer as he took the extra pastry.

"Sort of! The pattern is based on a Dustox...they're a type of Pokemon. They are called a moth Pokemon, but they tend to be a little poisonous...and they're really big. A little over a meter, actually!"

Nothing like the tiny, flittering moths she's seen on this place's lamps, ping-ponging off windows...her smile's a little more genuine though, at the boy's appreciation for something as small and seemingly useless as a moth (she's a bug-type fan, herself -- mostly due to their poison overlap, but also because they're just cute).

"They're really helpful for vegetable pollination and berry tree growth, because of how fuzzy they are...I'm pretty sure some farmers also use them as a deterrent for thieves and other Pokemon, since they can make you pretty itchy. I've always been pretty fond of bug-types...they're just super cute. Most of my jewelry's based on them, too!"