Angel Sent From Darkness

This quickly caught the psychic’s attention. “A reunion, eh?” he asked, smiling as he noticed her pull out one of her pokeballs, no doubt the one holding her Umbreon.

Will returned the gesture in kind, snapping his fingers as a pokeball appeared suddenly, hovering above his outstretched hand. He could have just reached into his pocket to take it out, but where was the fun in that?

“I like the way you think. On the count of three then, my dear?~”

“Of course~” Karen grinned, her grip on the crimson orb tightening ever so slightly with anticipation. She felt like a child on Christmas morning again, the pokeball being the colorful wrapping paper enshrouding the present. 

Like she was in her youth, the elite was unsure how much longer she could contain her excitement. Old habits seemed to die hard, didn’t they? And so she took the honors of starting the countoff. 

Ｍ – Tabby cat. Yep. There it was. If there wasn’t already enough proof of Clair’s influence, that was it– unless there was something about him that drew others to call him this. His smile never died down, shoulders shifted with an off-guard giggle. “That’s all you wanna know?” He shrugged, “Guess it comes natural, I don’t know. Wasn’t aware I was. Heheh.” He added a wink for emphasis, since she seemed so inclined on playing copy-cat. He could dig that. Tabitha blinked and rose his brows. So she traveled pretty often, huh? “Kalos, never been. What’s it like? Is everything as froofy and high class as they say?” Fluffy collars, real fur, silk pants, fancy over-priced cafes? As for Clair, figured she’d be kept up there. Being a gym leader has to be exhausting, probably not much free time. Even with him being the workaholic he was– that sounded like to much work.

“Oh--? Should I have asked for more?” A wink followed suit, and she reached a hand through her fluent waves of silvery-blue hair, flaunting each gorgeous lock like she owned it (and she did). Karen could be be playful, too, and she was more than willing to with a man like Tabitha. “I guess I wouldn't want to bite off more than I can chew~”

Eyelids closed momentarily, veiling her silvery hues as she hummed low yet musical tones that if extended would cadence into a humoresque. The dark master recalled her travels, how luxurious and pampering she felt during those mere months. Pampering was more than just bathing in the hot springs of Lavaridge Town, and luxurious meant more than the expensive coffees and hotels she had payed for in Laverre City; it was meeting new people, learning about new pokemon and places. She loved it. 

“Oh, uh, alright then…” Well, that wasn’t something he was expecting. He went to speak again before quickly shutting up, arms behind his back as he looked down at the ground. What was with that little snap? Did he do something wrong? He wasn’t sure, but he definitely hoped she would tell him instead of just leaving it at that. “Sorry.”

“Ah, thanks! A lot of people tell me that, but I think I have a lot to learn still.” Of course, practice makes perfect with these sorts of things, and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The fact someone thought he was doing a good job thought was really reassuring to him. “I wouldn’t mind any tips if you have any!” Maybe the double entendre things would be good to brush upon…

“I really hope my parents don’t influence me much then.” He didn’t want to be like his parents. They were close-minded and careless, being able to fix everything with a bit of money. It was a type of lifestyle that Hiroshi had grown to despise, and that wouldn’t change anytime soon. However when she mentioned how it was a loose term, he nodded. “Yeah. They were Dark Type fans too, I guess, but that’s probably the only thing I have in common with them. At least, I hope that’s it.”

“Sorry---?” A pause, as this simple utterance singlehandedly doused her with bemusement. Karen wondered, did she come off as rude? Her furthest intention was to portray herself as some sort of caustic rogue. Perhaps she should have chosen her words more carefully. 

But then again, this was her personality-- she was oftentimes cutthroat, rough around the edges, even in the presence of people she knew posed no threat-- a vicious, unforgiving dark-master by nature. “There is no need to be sorry,” she insisted, lips reaching to her cheeks.

“Tips? Hmm...” Karen wasn’t the teaching type, being the younger sister in her now detached family. She was always the underling. Even with her elite status, Karen never mentored a student. Nonetheless, the woman tried to cook up something that might actually benefit Hiroshi rather than employ as some sort of lame cop-out. “Maybe stick to words you know work with what you’re trying to say. A lot of times people misinterpret connotations. I admit, I’m guilty of this myself.”

“O-Oh, uh, I wouldn’t really say I’m a charmer, really…” He gave a bashful laugh and he gently kicked at the ground, making sure to not look away from other as a sign of respect. Even if it did make him uneasy, it was better to overcome it instead of letting it take over and possible offending the newly found acquaintance.

“Y-Yes, That’s what I meant. Sorry, English is still something I’m getting my head around.” Another nervous laugh left his mouth as he kept himself properly standing, not wanting to slouch in fear of looking lazy or sloppy. He wouldn’t tolerate that around her, especially considering the possibile debates they could have over Dark Types! Just the idea of said debate made him ecstatic internally, even if it didn’t show in his expression.

“Ah, really? I thought it would have been a surprise for me to like Dark Types; I mean, that’s what most people say to me, anyway…” Either because of his joyous personality or his simple choice in style and clothing, it was a slew of reasons, but he didn’t think about it too much. All the more surprise for some people when they find out! “I guess I am quite passionate about it. Though, when you grow up with a dad who works with something that interests you, it’s kind of hard to not become passionate, y'know?”

“Take it or leave it,” she murmurs softly, hues cutting sharply through her much gentler tone. Nervousness reeked in the air whether Hiroshi was trying to swathe it with his mannerisms or not. Karen was the type of woman to sniff out these types of secluded uncertainties, like a police dog seeking a criminal. And in her mind, she still hoped he would soon overcome these feelings.

A perplexed look overcame the dark master upon hearing from Hiroshi that English was not his first language. “You speak pretty well for it not being your native tongue-- better than most kids who grew up speaking it.” Despite the little mix up, the gentleman was fairly good at speaking English, or so Karen thought-- and it should'nt be the culprit of any loss of sleep at night.