#lookingthroughtime

It was just his luck, honestly. Not a day at the lab went by without something going wrong. The professor was starting to think that he was cursed, not that he really believed in curses. Still, the facts were adding up. Some time ago, he’d started to study various Bug-type Pokémon, hoping to determine whether or not they might be able to Mega Evolve. Given their size, some of the smaller ones had... well, been misplaced. He’d all but forgotten about them until he’d come to work earlier in the week to find his lab overrun with newly hatched Joltik. 

Then there was the incident with the broken elevator, that time his newly completed essay on Mega Garchomp was burnt to a crisp by an over-excited Fennekin... you get the picture.

And now, here was he, trekking around Lumiose City in search of an adventurous little Chespin who had managed to slip out of the lab undetected. He wasn’t paying any attention to where he was walking, until he’d run SMACK into somebody. 

"Such a shame. Perhaps instead of lending a kiss to a stranger you'd be willing to -give- one to me?"

A very hidden application of technopathy is the ability to determine at a distance the contents of every single Pokeball in range. 

This man’s belt is Noir’s worst nightmare. Him being Interpol makes it even more terrifying. The final straw is that last time they met, she was...incapacitated. All in all, not a very good first impression to make.

And yet here they were at the same cafe table, while she waited for Poppy to come back with their order. She still didn’t make eye contact but did slowly and conspicuously type on the PDA before pressing play:

(whispers i have a cassius happening eventually i just need to actually get around to making the damn blog XD)