A startled yelp sounds from Klaus at an ominous disturbances in the water, his Lapras veering quickly out of the way of a surfacing Wailord. Grabbing onto one of the pokemon's shell spikes as they narrowly avoided the behemoth, a low whistle of appreciation sounds from Klaus as he looks over the whale.
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"You could come in handy," he muses, a fleeting look of calculation overcoming the young man's face as he tries to determine the best way to go about catching it. Eventually, Klaus simply settles for lobbing a pokeball at the Wailord and hoping the creature decides to cooperate. There weren't any rocks for him to settle on to direct a pokemon battle from, and having Lapras fire off an Ice Beam or any other attack put him at risk of being thrown into the water.
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Here goes nothing.

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+ Catching Wailord!

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It had been ages since Klaus had been on a date; signing up for speed dating had been a whim, one he was deeply regretting given his present nerves. Why had he done this? Klaus was terrible with people despite his best efforts. Not helping his predicament was the card in his hands stating the name of his date: Kazimir Wynter.
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The rumbling cry of his Dhelmise draws Klaus from his misery, causing the man to take a deep breath to steady his nerves. He could do this. He could. Klaus tucks away the card and does his best not to fidget at the table, though his bouncing leg betrays his anxiety.
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"Hi, I'm Klaus. It's nice to meet you," he practices under this breath, followed by several iterations of the same greeting all at various pitches and speeds.

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+ Kazimir Wynter

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Lounging comfortably on his Lapras who cuts through the water at a steady pace, Klaus idly bops his head the music filtering through his headphones; his voice occasionally rises to warble a few ill-pitched words from the songs while his fingers idly drum upon one of the shell spikes of his pokemon.
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The warming weather proved to make for a much more pleasant trip through the sea to one of Klaus's drop-off sites. He rarely met face to face with other Rocket members - it was much easier to pass information through a series of waterproofed boxes left with dates and coordinates. The trip, however, is quickly rerouted at the appearance of a boat; it wouldn't do to have one of his sites compromised.
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Tapping his Lapras's shell, the pair swiftly reroute to head towards the boat and its occupant, Klaus's hand lifting in greeting while he pulls off his headphones.
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"Hey!" Pointing to the northwest he calls in a pleasant timbre, "There's a sandbar just over there, don't drift too close!"

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+ Martín del Mar

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At the question Klaus gives a little wobble of his head, his gaze not lifting as he muses, "I mean, I guess? Probably?" Then, with a touch more conviction in his voice, Klaus assures Elisabeth, "I get enough sleep." Finally satisfied his skates are going nowhere, he stands from the tree stump and sways unsteadily as he finds his balance; unthinkingly he gives Elisabeth a double thumbs-up at his success as well as a beaming grin.
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"Oh, yeah," Klaus answers with a wave of his hand, asserting, "We'd have like four of us on the ice at a time." For emphasis of his words he taps the tip of his skate's blade onto the frozen water, a small chunk of ice chipping away with the action - it would, indeed prove not to be Klaus's night. As he sets his skate back onto the ice, the blade summarily slips out from underneath him, sending the young man toppling flat onto his back.
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Wheezing and winded, Klaus lies there unmoving, tears stinging at his eyes from the pain. "I'm fine," he gasps breathlessly, "just gunna - I'm fine." Seeing stars both literally and figuratively Klaus pointedly stares straight ahead to avoid looking at his audience.
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"Beautiful view," he wheezes out unconvincingly. "Definitely recommend. Dunno why I didn't try this earlier."

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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The ocean was surprisingly calm despite the season, Klaus and his Lapras cutting a sharp silhouette together in the fading light. There had been rumours of singing coming from one of the rock outcroppings in the sea, and frankly Klaus had been bored so why not investigate.
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He shifted to comfortably sprawl over the Lapras's shell, a deep sigh ripping from his chest. Closing his eyes, Klaus pulled his phone from his pocket and slipped in his earbuds, music soon filtering through the speakers. The idle hum of his voice paired with a few warbled off-key notes fills the air to pass the time.

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+ @none

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Some of the tension evident in Klaus's shoulders eases, as well as his expression, with Elisabeth's laugh. He exhales audibly, his cheeks puffing with the action and breath freezing on the air to briefly obscure his features, and then says with a strained laugh of his own, "Yeah. Yeah... not really."
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At the question Klaus cocks his head to the side, a thoughtful expression momentarily colouring his features as he decides his answer. Telling a perfect stranger he didn't have a place to call his own and just bummed with family members during his time off work probably wasn't the best opening gambit, nor most favourable middle game. "Pretty close, sure," Klaus answers ambiguously, his gaze finally lifting from his phone, which he stuffs back into his pocket.
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"I'm going to just..." His voice trails off, and he makes a little motion towards his skates before kicking off his shoes to lace them up.
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"I work nights usually," Klaus supplies as he tightens the strings and pulls them into a knotted bow. "I swear I'm not some creep who just wanders around in the woods alone in the dark." With that spoken he flashes what he hopes is a charming smile and not a manic or deranged one.
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Why was he so poor at this?

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Wrapped up in his own little world Klaus had, indeed, missed Elisabeth's skating. His magenta-rose gaze flicks towards the torn stocking in question while his fingers idly worry the laces of his skates. "Hi. Hey," the man offers awkwardly again, his hand lifting to wave ambiguously at either Elisabeth or Basil.
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Klaus then rubs at the back of his neck as she shakes his head. "Oh. Naw. Um. I used to come here with my cousins when I was a kid." His hand then shifts to allow him to jab his thumb back in the direction he came from while he explains, "They live back that way. I'm off work for the week and figured screw it, visit some family."
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"You uh - want me to leave," Klaus offers, his face yet a brilliant scarlet in the moonlight. The young man winces all of a sudden when his music shifts to a new song and blasts the air with the colourful lyrics of "Fuck you and your mom!" Scrambling to pull out his phone, Klaus fumbles multiple times before he manages to stop the music, a softly groaned "Oh my god" filling the silence as he stares hard at his phone to avoid looking at Elisabeth directly.

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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His skates slung over his shoulder haphazardly, Klaus's head bops lazily to the music filtering through his headphones, the occasional snatch of decidedly off key and half-sung words clumsily filling the air.
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"Oh .. love you ... words... one," the young man drones, wholly unaware of his audience as he approaches the frozen pond. "Roped up, tied up," Klaus continues in a warbling tenor, clearly a bit too into his music if the little shuffle of his feet is any indication. With dark blue hair tipped in white peeking out from beneath his woollen hat, the stranger's outfit of a black puffer coat and bright orange pants certainly paints a picture.
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Klaus flops himself down on a tree stump near the edge of the water, his hands moving to pull the skates from over his shoulders, only to pause when he finally notices he is not entirely alone. Mouth opening and then promptly closing, magenta-rose eyes stare widely at Elisabeth upon the ice, the colour of his face rapidly turning a shade rivalling his horrified gaze.
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Scrambling to pull his headphones off his ears, he glances around rapidly to see if anyone else has observed his one-man show, and then chokes out a strangled, "H-hey!" in greeting. "Come here often," Klaus hazards after seeming to decide that's odd, his hands momentarily hiding his face as he groans out an "Oh god," before trying again with, "I'm so sorry. Um. I'm Klaus? Hi?"

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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