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Oh dear...

Viscaria– Will You Dance With Me? 

“don’t know what you’re talking about?! what do you mean with that? Non, Non, Non,he didn’t leave me, he promised he never would, and I'm sure Lysandre is a man of his word!”

Ricardo brushed a speck from the front of Lysandre’s shirt, then clasped him by the elbows as he couldn’t reach his shoulders. “Signore, all possible respect but, lighten the fuck up. We tease because we love. It’s a signal of closeness and affection. I am trying to welcome you - not as a professional but as a person. As someone loved by someone I love very much. I would not call a coworker tacchino, but a cos on the street? The treasured friend of a lover? Certe. Here, you’re a man like any other.” The doctor patted his elbow, stepping back.

“Hey you might look like me, but I’m the only one who can talk to Hiroshi like that.” Gleur was a few inches shorter than Lysandre, but he held himself like he was the bigger man here, a gloved hand on his hip.

“You wanted to exercise with me, and part of my exercising is training. Now try to take me down like you actually mean it, so I can see what needs to be worked on.”

She urged squaring her feet off repositioning herself into a starting position. They’d been at this for twenty minutes now with Karen seeming to hardly break a sweat. In fact she hadn’t even thrown a punch of her own in this sparring contest The entire time she’d simply been dodging, or doing basic blocks for every attack saying he needed to stop holding back. 

On the upside the rest of the Johto league had cleared out by now. Earlier Bruno had been in there working out with Koga. Not only had the fighting type specialist destroyed a punching bag as a warm up, but they were speaking in Johtanese with the elder of them sending side glances to their training the whole time. 

“Remember anything is allowed. You just have to knock me on the ground for five seconds.”

She repeated tightening her low pony tail before nodding to start.