Puns and Poses

Not only was he finally going to try his hand at being an actual trainer, but he was going to get to do it with his brother at his side--which was, admittedly, his preferred method for anything he did.

Of course, they had to speak with their father about it first, and there was always the chance that he would deny their request or impose some stipulations that would make their real goal impossible to achieve without word getting back to him, but Adrien was determined to stay optimistic. If it was the two of them together, they could surely see to the success of any plan.

Their father didn’t want either of them competing in something so mundane.  Even if it was a right of passage as a Pokemon trainer - no, Gabriel Agreste made it quite clear early on that his children were restricted.  Held back to contests, breeding and primping, coming out on top with the most elegant, refined Pokemon in the region.

Instead he held his tongue, gaze falling to his Pokemon as he ran his fingers through her fur.

“I know.”

He knew the one thing that their father hated more than the practice itself was the idea that his sons might be involved with it--a fact that was hard to forget when the man so often scowled at even the mention of battling--but that didn’t mean Adrien was content to just give up.

“I’d still like to try, though. And if I’m competing in contests, too, well... He doesn’t have to hear about both of those things, does he? At least if I’m no good or it’s not for me, I’ll know I’m not doing it because it’s what I want, not because it’s what he thinks is best for me. I think I could live with that.”

Looking back at Félix in time to catch his glance, a smile began to form.

But... it was still important, wasn’t it? To be prepared to face anything that might happen outside of his admittedly small bubble.

“Chloé, here,” he offers his hand and the Pikachu clambers up onto his shoulder, the trainer taking a seat at the table across from his twin.  He adores Adrien. He really, truly does.  “I was explaining IV training, versus contest training.   You may as well learn about both of them.”

“Is it really that important?” His hand moved to the Eevee’s slender ears, playing with one for the short moment he was allowed before it was flicked away, his Pokemon tilting her head so that they are no longer immediately within his grasp. He settled for the thick collar of fur at her neck instead. “I’m not doubting you, but Vivi’s pretty tough already, right?”

“…so if you really want to focus on this aspect of training, it isn’t that–” 

Félix glances up from where a palm still rests on his Pikachu’s cheek, exhaling a little and thanking Arceus that he has patience upon patience for his brother. 

Almost automatically, the response came as Adrien dragged his attention away from the Eevee settled in his lap to stare at the other blond with what had to be offense. Though he was looking at his brother, his fingers still fidgeted against his knee, drawing the Pokemon’s attention and enticing it to paw at the digits.