#oneiricfallacy

He's grown to expect people weaseling out of his commands, he knows it could never be so easy...

But his internal dialogue effortlessly remains the same each time it happens: "You little bastard."

Pokemon Shelter Adoption Event!

Touya:

Hope looked over the forms the brunette had filled out, and went over a few potential Pokemon in her head. He seemed like a good candidate for, well, most of the Pokemon there today. Maybe he would-

["I hope they pick me- I hope they pick me-"]

The panting interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced up to see which Pokemon the voice belonged to. What her gaze landed on was a female Boltund wearing a ThunderVest to help with her anxiety. The canine was staring up at Touya with a hopeful expression. For events like this it was helpful to be able to understand their speech.

"I think I know a good fit for you!" Hope chirped, leading Touya over to the run where the Boltund was being held. The eager dog began to paw at the fence, practically begging to be let out. A Fast Ball was retrieved from a nearby cabinet and held out to the other trainer.

"This is Flash Drive. She was originally in training to be a service Pokemon, but she ended up being a bit too Bashful to finish that training. She already seems to like you a lot!"

Calem:

Again Hope found herself looking over the forms that the trainer in front of her had filled out, but this time she actually recognized the name. She recalled hearing his name in the news a few times, usually in relation to music and acting. With that in mind, she could narrow it down to a few choices. The one that she ultimately decided on...

"Wait right here, please." She said, moving to an enclosed aviary where a few bird Pokemon roosted or flew around. After a moment she emerged with a Chatot perched on her arm, and a Moon Ball held in the opposite hand.

It was a little self-indulgent, wasn't it? Inviting the prodigy musician and champion of the region to play at his restaurant. Maybe Siebold begged a little, with a dash of a Jacinthe-esque 'pestering until they comply'. He promised good compensation as just an act of courtesy, though he was sure Calem probably didn't need any monetary reward. It was a calm evening, but Siebold was positive the patrons were pleasantly surprised with such a celebrity special guest. He's kept an eye on the front of house more than usual tonight, gauging the entire atmosphere as well as being quite fond of the piano himself. Though, he truly strove to provide an experience worth the price for his customers. It's why something dramatic like a grand piano sits in such a prominent spot. Some days it was just like this, a sole pianist or a pair with a singer. Others, it was a challenger flaunting their key stone.

Calem enters the scene, being chased by a flock of Wingull as he's holding a box with a distinctly sweet scent to it. When he finds Serena, he quickly places the box on her hands and gestures for her to start running as well.

"IT'SMYBIRTHDAYSOIFIGUREDIT'SYOURCALEM'SBIRTHDAYTOOANDIWANTEDTOGIVEYOUSOMETHINGTOCHEERYOUUP!" He says incredibly quickly. He does live in a port town, so there's always a lot of Wingull right outside his house and it seems that the box contains some kind of food, which is why they're so fixated on it.

When Serena does open the box, she'll find a bunch of pastries from Calem's birth region! They're called bomboloni. She also gets the full undivided attention of all those Wingull.

"Oh, hey Neighbor." It looks like Serena's messing with both time and space when you think about it! "Happy birthd—"

...

!!!

"CALEM WHAT THE FUCK!" She's now dashing to avoid all of the Wingull. She's desperately opening it to figure out what the hubbub is about....

.... it's a bunch of pastries?

Oh, now that suddenly makes sense. She closed the box, took out a Poké Ball, and tossed it out.

Serena sent out Talonflame!

It wasn’t often Sycamore had the chance to travel anymore; it could be an expensive endeavor when not doing it for work. Still, he’d found himself in Laverre City at the suggestion of a certain old acquaintance when a one-off comment about catching up in person had turned into a serious suggestion.

And it was probably good for him to get out of Lumiose City every now and then.