Cyrille stares at Salvador contemplatively as the Pokémon stares soundlessly back. “Somehow, when I was younger, I had the impression that you would be taller... ”
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Cyrille stares at Salvador contemplatively as the Pokémon stares soundlessly back. “Somehow, when I was younger, I had the impression that you would be taller... ”

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“Ah... I have been gone a long time again, have I not? I really must remember to let at least one person know where I am, or where I intend to go... ”
Cyrille looks back at Ederne, who, as usual, merely snickers at him instead of offering any sympathy. He sighs, heading towards where he knows Rhia is just waiting to give him another one of her lectures. If he puts it off any longer, she’ll just lecture him even more.
\(>w<)/
"Wh-"
"Oh fuck, wait." Sanatani reached out to grab both of his shoulders firmly, staring dead into those panicky eyes. He was so sad-making. Like a lillipup that had gotten separated from his trainer and didn’t know what to do.
How did this keep happening? Was it her? Did she exude an aura of please come associate with me if you are going to be permanently emotionally and sexually unavailable?
"Cyrille. Cyrille. Are you one of those people that hates sex with women and just doesn’t want to say it because you’re scared you’ll upset me, because bro. Babe. Pet. The only upsetting thing is continuing to play this game with someone who would rather I fuck off into the sunset.”
Always with the pretty ones being gay. This was what she got for having a type. A type best described as ‘androgynous twink.’
"Am I...am I...what? I...I don't know! I prefer not to dwell on things like that! I turned down all the people who...who propositioned me because I was not interested nor attracted to them. But I cannot...I am unable to say for certain whether I hate sex with women, or indeed sex at all, because I've never had it before! It's not really something I think about!"
;w;)/
//I had this one backstory idea/AU maybe? where Cyrille, after running away from home and ending up in a bigger city, tries finding odd jobs and stuff but is eventually gets into dancing at strip shows or something to make enough money to get by. He likes dancing but he doesn't really feel comfortable with all the eyes on him. Sometimes guys (mostly guys) proposition him and he refuses all of them because it's a job not an invitation but sometimes they get more aggressive and that's when his ghost Pokémon come out to scare them off.

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Wha-
….
Really? Like, I get that I’m forward or whatever, Poppy says it’s because I wasn’t socialized enough as a kid or some shit but.
Do you just not get propositioned?
Like all the time?
Because, I mean, when it was just Poppy I was like ‘huh weird’ and then when it was Xan too, well, Xan isn’t exactly mister congeniality, but I am starting to sense a pattern here.
"W-Well...er...I won't deny that it has...happened...before, but that does not mean that I would like to become accustomed to it happening! I would much rather it just not happen at all."
Breathe, dude, breathe.
Inhale slow, exhale slower.
Arceus, why is everyone so quick to panic over being told they’re hot, it’s ridiculous. You don’t see me flipping out over people acknowledging my obvious sexual superiority. Settle down.
You’d think I was threatening to slit your throat.
"At least if that were the case I would have a better idea of how to deal with it!"
Yes. Fear me.
#Also chillax. You're not some world shattering revelation waiting to be made. Probably.#Like 98% chane it'll be a hit and run and then you can go have gay babies with the boss.#Fuck you're just so pretty and I wANT YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY THIGHS#AND I GET WHAT I WANT BY ARCEUS#At least as re peoples faces and my thighs.
...What? What???
//is it too late to revive the haunted ship for that holding meme (lol if it's too hard don't worry)
It is never too late for the haunted ship ahahahahaha
The umbrella, when it rains - Probs Colm or maybe they could be cute and hoLD IT TOGETHER! QAQ
The popcorn at the cinema - Okay gonna probs say that Colm will buy popcorn for both him and his partner ALWAYS but if Cyrille doesn’t want any, Colm would probs hold it and constantly be offering because Cyrille no please share with me popcorn is yummy I will buy you other things if this isn’t good
The baby, when it cries - CYRILLE WILL BECAUSE DON’T LET COLM HOLD THE BABY BECAUSE HOW TO LIVING THINGS?!?!?!?!?
The ice cream cone, when they share - now this is hard, because both of them would be cute being fed ice cream. I bet it alternates. Or if Cyrille is holding it and it drips Colm would shyly start licking his hand because ohohoho let us attempt at being sexy but ending up cute—*shot*
The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - I think they’d both forget where the fucking remote is sadlfnasjdfnkajs
The basket, when they go shopping - AUTO COLM ALWAYS COLM butmaybeCyrillewouldfeelbad OH GOD FIGHTING TO SEE WHO HOLDS THE BASKET I SEE IT
The door, on dates - Colm is best gentleman
The other’s hand, most often - Hmmm…this is tough. They probs be very private in their affection, holding hands in private a lot. In this case, I think it’s a tie?
Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Colm. Always Colm. And Cyrille would just be confused because Colm are you okay?????
The camera, when they take pictures together - I honestly don’t think they’d do this. Like, neither of them would care enough to take pictures, so why???? So as a filler, let me just interest u in the mental image of Colm snuggling into Cyrille’s chest and both of them falling asleep and someone sneaking in and taking a picture of the cutes there u go.
#lol if the boss was gay and went after the lITERALLY ONE GUY WHO PAYS ME ANY ATTENTION#I mean it would probably be adorable and shit but Boss no. Mine. My ambiguously gendered boytoy.#Not for you.#I mean not for me either YET#but ONE DAY
...Should he be afraid?

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Talk one part performance artist, two parts flirt, half a cup of melee combatant and a pinch of psychic membrane degradation, and you might not end up with a genuine empath, but certainly someone with a skill for body language at the very least.
There were dozens of kinds of awkward. Flattered, confused, guilty. And there was also scared.
Sanatani huffed, cheeks puffing out ridiculously, and dropped the poor gym leader’s elbow, spinning rather daintily to stand in front of him and walk backwards. She knew the layout of the place well enough, after all, and it wasn’t as if other people couldn’t watch out for her instead of wasting her own eyesight on it.
"Okay, rule one: I need to know your limits. Money, obviously, but also if you’re gonna piss yourself because I’m touching you, now would be totally the time to bring that up. Also, I’m supposed to politely inform people in advance of possible kisses or uh. Riskbeingdeportedso. That’s on the table probably.
"Also-also we should check out Speigeway up on the third floor. They have super cute sweaters and thermal leggings." She nodded deeply, imparting age old wisdom to her adorable if uncomfortable pupil. "Thermal leggings are so important, you have no idea."
Cyrille flushed. "I-I was not...I would not...I apologize, I am not averse to physical contact, I am simply...unaccustomed to it. I was uncertain of how I was meant to conduct myself." Mostly, the beings that did come into contact with him were decidedly less corporeal. Actual living humans were very...solid. And warm. It made him nervous.
"Money-wise...nothing quite so expensive as the boutiques of Lumiose City, to be sure. I suppose browsing some stores would give me a better idea of the price of clothing around here?" He usually made his own clothes, so he didn't exactly have a good idea of what pre-made clothes cost. He did have a gym leader's salary, though, and it wasn't as if he normally spent much on himself to begin with...
Deported? Was she saying that people could be deported for spontaneous kissing of others? Well, it was always a good idea to get consent first for that sort of thing...but why on earth was she bringing something like that up?
"Thermal...leggings?" He had only a vague idea of what those were, what with him living in a tropical climate and all. They sounded...warm. "I will follow your lead, then," he said, nodding seriously. He would get it right this time.
Well now, that was an opening if ever Sanatani had seen one. Usually, she would have at least tried to dial down the predatory leering, but shard it if ‘Cyrille’ wasn’t the most gloriously oblivious person she’d met to date. He probably wouldn’t even notice.
"Well then! Lucky for you that you have an experienced Dualumian traveller at your disposal, innit?"
She stuck her elbow out in an inviting crook, and then, just for good measure, stage whispered “You gotta put your arm through mine if you want to say yes.”
The strange way she was looking at him made him vaguely uncomfortable, but that was probably just his general discomfort with the entire shopping situation spilling over. Right? He was lucky to have encountered a person who was willing to take such time out of their day just to help him.
"I...yes," he agreed after a moment's hesitation, awkwardly doing as he was told. Another custom of the region that he was ignorant of, perhaps? Or just one of his acquaintance's quirks? Though the sustained contact made him feel like he was made of fidgeting and nerves, it wasn't as if she were being overly forward, so there was no real reason for him to refuse and risk offending his guide. He held himself as still as possible as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do next. "Do you...that is, do you have any recommendations?"
The trek itself didn’t take an overlong time, admittedly, but Sanatani’s perception tended to stretch out when flitting from one goal to the next.
It really couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes of bouncing along the sidewalk and occasionally checking on her newly acquired companion.
Once they were in the shopping center, though, she had to turn to face him, grinning far too widely, proud of her newest adopted region.
It was certainly. Something.
Like a mall that had been forced to grow vertically instead of horizontally, due to the dense nature of the cityscape.
Eleven stories worth of stores, packed into a single building, with only Arceus knew what else located higher up, in the private floors.
She gestured overhead with both hands, as if trying to display the building that seemed intent on swallowing them both whole. Crowds and clusters of shoppers milled past, to and fro. “Dualum is cold and sad and full of angry people, but they know how to build a store, right? They definitely didn’t have stuff like this in Demaga. Dunno ‘bout Cocorico ‘n Ibis, but I’m betting on no.”
There was so much to take in along the way that Cyrille didn't really even notice the passage of time as they headed towards their destination. So many people, so many buildings...Cocorico and Ibis wasn't exactly a very populated place, especially compared to here.
He could only stare in wonder and a hint of trepidation at the floors and floors of stores above them. How was anyone supposed to find anything in here? How could so many people stand being clustered so tightly in an enclosed space for the amount of time it would take to find what they were looking for? Presumably, this was just another part of big-city life that he didn't understand.
"They...certainly do. I've never seen so many stores in one place before. I must admit, I have no idea where to even being looking." Or what exactly he was looking for beyond 'warm clothes'. It looked like he'd have to be a bit more specific here. Sweaters? Coats? And what kinds? He had no desire to look foolish in a foreign region...perhaps he should ask her for fashion advice?
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“Trust me when I say there are few things I enjoy more than an unexpected chance to pick up pretty boys and show them a good time. Shopping may not be my go-to trick, but never let it be said that I’m not flexible.”
She punctuated the statement with a wink. Just in case there was any doubt in Cyrille’s mind. He seems a little socially stunted.
And with that, she set off towards the Downtown area, reminding herself all the way that she shouldn’t drag him, that never looked good. But, this was so exciting! And he was adorable!
Not running took constant effort.
Why the emphasis on the word 'flexible'? Was she secretly a gymnast? But no, it had already been established that she was flirting with him, she was calling him pretty and winking at him and winking like that was a sign of flirting, right? Flexible was probably referring to...oh, why was this all so complicated? Was it any wonder he didn't get out much?
"I-If you are quite certain," he stammered nervously, trying his best to keep up as she pulled him along. "My thanks."