"...lunch.”  HIS TONE LACED WITH SKEPTICISM AND HANDS SHOVED INTO POCKETS as Bede strides beside her--the newly crowned Champion of Galar. Just why she was so insistent upon visiting Ballonlea, upon seeking out his company, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. Her flimsy excuses of happening to be in the area were hardly convincing (Ballonlea was somewhere one would have to travel deliberately), and he knew every incredulous brow he gave her when she appeared in his vicinity very much conveyed his disbelief. And yet Gloria still continued to buzz around, asking whether or not he was free. 

Most of the time, he happened to be busy--like she should be.

Today, though, was different. The day he finally told her otherwise. Bede expected her to have wanted a battle all this time, or perhaps something more related to their new positions.  

An invitation to lunch in the Wild Area is neither of those things. 

Ask muse how good they are at...|| Accepting! 

“Curious of my other talents, are you?”  HE SUPPOSES THERE’S NO HARM in shedding light on a few of her inquiries. “I’ve been told that I’m a natural on the stage, born for it. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, with my capabilities. If you really want to see it for yourself, come to the next show at Ballonlea Theatre. It would do you well, of all people, to learn more about the dramatic, Gloria.”

A platinum brow raises for an instant, making evident his disbelief she’d be asking him of all people about alcohol. “I couldn’t tell you about my alcoholic tolerance. I haven’t made it a point to seek it out.” ...and yet there are days when he feels like he very well should. “I only hope I don’t become as deliriously happy as my guardian when she celebrates with wine.” 

Bede’s eyes narrow, hating the fact that he was indeed inept at plant care--he wonders for a moment if she’s purposefully probing for his weaknesses. “It’s a work in progress, regarding my plant care. I’ve yet to make something sprout, but I am knowledgeable in recognizing several different types of plants.” 

And then there was the topic of promises. Silence passes. “ A promise implies trust. I believe in trust when it’s earned.” But for Bede, that was no easy feat--the number of people he felt he could put his faith in able to be counted on less than two digits. “My word is my bond if I’ve truly placed my faith in someone. And I would expect that in return.” 

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@curryuuri​​​ asked: ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜

A PLATINUM BROW LIFTS OVER AMETHYSTS, Bede both confounded yet somehow not upon discovering Galar’s Champion on the doorstep to his and Opal’s cottage--and at such a late hour no less. His guardian has begun taking some sort of pleasure in noting during her tea sessions with him how common Gloria’s presence is in the forested town (a topic he always chooses to remain silent about, lest she spout some nonsense); truthfully, he’s come to expect her bouncing about at least twice weekly. 

And all in the name of...friendship. ...with him.  

It still baffles him that she’d been set on there being this bond between them. Even more that he’s loosely deciding to try it--rationally speaking, he figures that it’s best that the two of them have a cordial relationship for the sake of the league if nothing else. 

Her second appearance in Ballonlea that week had been prolonged enough, so it was only a matter of time till she turned up. Given her request and current appearance, Bede has an inkling this newfound “friendship” is about to be put to the test. “Gloria...dare I ask what you were doing this time of night to end up in that state?” The fairy gym leader leans himself against the doorway, gesturing to her form. Certainly worse for wear to say the least. 

I AGREE WITH THIS SENTIMENT 100% : )

!! hello !!!

HOP IS GOING DOWN. like firstly HOW DARE HE INSULT THE BAG™ !?!? for that alone, he must Suffer.

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@curryuuri​ asked: Ballonlea!!!! 

IT’S FAINT, THE GHOST OF A RARE SMILE pulling at his lips upon the mention of the quaint forested town--he’s begun to think of it as the first place he could ever attach the label of home to. Certainly it won’t be surprising to hear of a gym leader singing praises of their location, and yet he feels he must in his own way. “My opinion may come as controversial, but I suppose that’s my speciality, now isn’t it?” A single chuckle. “Ballonlea is truly the gem of the Galar region, oddities and all. You’ll find no other place with such beauty or character. Although, it certainly isn’t for the faint of heart given the high population of the more mischievous types of Pokemon about--I however, have grown to enjoy them and their nature.” ...unless he was on the receiving end of a prank, that is. “I’m also quite fond of the lack of sunlight. I’ve never been friendly with the heat.” 

How ironic given the town’s neighbor. 

also asked: ☺ I love our muses’ relationship! 

Munday Interactions|| Accepting! 👌 Your character portrayal is amazing.💞 Do our muses have the potential to become romantic interests?🎊 I’m happy to have met you.💭 Your thoughts on our threads?

“Come now. Gloria, we’re already married.” 

Send my muse “Have you ever…” questions!|| Accepting!

“I’ve had more important matters to give my energy to, Gloria.” SUFFICE TO SAY BEDE HASN’T HAD ANY THOUGHTS OF ROMANCING ANYONE up to this point–no one has captured his attention, earned his trust enough for him to even consider doing such. (Although if Opal gets her way and successfully coaxes him into doing a romantic play, he might have experience to add to his resume.)

After the clink of his teacup against a saucer, mischief permeates his features. A glint in violets as they settle on her figure. Lips pulling into somewhat of a smirk.