whisked and whirled

- - “I didn’t say It wasn’t.”

“Well here’s the thing, I’m supposed to report that.             But I don’t get paid enough, so I won’t be assed.”

- - “You can call my homolord all you want, But it doesn’t change what I’m doing.”

“Jus’ like sayin’ technically        Doesn’t make it not prostitution.”

- - “Technically,Yes.”

“I ain’t think it works a biiit like that, homolord.”

“Really?” Drew echoed, staring at the stranger with complete annoyance. “If you hadn’t told me sooner, I would  have completely believed that you were wearing mud just because. You know, no reason for it whatsoever. I guess it does take some type of bravery if your really want to wear that stuff.”

“Yeah, really. Who wears dirt t’wear dirt? B’sides, y’know, Grumpig. Just all in a day’s work.” Not like he got into a mess involving said Pokemon, or anything stupid like that. “But no, seriously, y’one of them Pokemon trainers?”

“Yeah I have but I don’t really find them completely funny.” He paused before giving the stranger a complete blank look of unamusement. “Are you seriously saying that mud is a symbol of hard work? A person can make a muddle puddle within a minute.”

“Is that right? It takes the bravest t’get it alllll over yer face tho.” Kellyn please leave this poor guy alone, this is getting ridiculous. “That, an’, c’mon. No one just wears dirt for th’heck of it.”

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“Natural beauty? Please.” He scoffed before flipping one of his bangs. “As far as I can see, that crap isn’t going to help with appearance at all. It’s only going to make them worse.” Though thank Arceus the guy was at least getting rid of some of it.

He stares at the other for some five or six seconds, in the most unamused awe imaginable. “I mean, it’s a symbol of hard work anyway. I think that’s still beautiful in it’s own way.” Clearly these two are from very different realms.

When it finishes, he claps for his friend, of course. “Kell! Kell! I like your voice! Like a lot.” Personal bias, a lot of the way.

“H-hey, thanks, I guess. That was...kinda fun, yeah.”

“I’m excited to see what you choose though….”

“Time t’make an idiot outta myself, nah?”

“And I don’t think it’s that nuts.”

He says, y’know, while yelling. Truth be told he’s also trying to think of a song to put on.

“I dunno. I don’t really get it myself.” Shrug. “My mom has a beautiful singing voice, so…”

“Not sure it’s hereditary, n’all, but jus’ kno you’ve already got me beat. So’s.” He begins the unfortunate walk to the stage.

And he plops back again on the couch. “What’d you think, Kell? I’m not very good, but– Well, it’s your turn now!”

“Naaah, that was great! How’d y’even do that?”