Since they had caught a murderer together (or did they? Dun dun duuuuun), Chu-e felt an affinity for Zac. The guy was nice and had a fun personality as well as being able to get stuff done.

However, if Zac was the one to decide theif photoshoot spot, Chu-e may have to kill him.

It took a lot longer for Chu-e to reach the top of the hill. His frail body couldn't handle too much exercise and he felt like this was counter productive to looking hot for the camera. He just wanted to have nice pics for his dating profile, since apparently his husband had fucked off to who-knew-where. Or maybe died. He didn't like to think about the details too hard.

When he reached the top with Zac, finally, he half collapsed into the grass, face first. "Zac, I think I'm dying." Melodramatic and flat.

Rolling over onto his back, with all the grace of a drunken cow no less, Chu-e gave a small huff and raised a weak arm to greet Chryssa. He was pretty surprised to see her here, let alone that Zac knew her. Small world. He didn't reply, didn't have a chance, just stared up at the tree that Zac had pointed out with an intense concentration.

"Chryssa," finally, he spoke. "I need you to do me a favor. In my pocket, I have a knife. Take it and stab me in the forehead as hard as you can. Zac's method to kill me will take too much time."

Groaning, he forced himself to sit up. "I couldn't endure a short jaunt up the hill, how will I make it up there?" Did any of his pokemon know how to fly? Would he trust any of them to try?

"Oh my god." Chu-e said, with less inflection than expected given he was being manhandled, stripped, and forced into the loving embrace of a sack of gas. "This house is a fucking nightmare." He felt very much like a man forced to climb on top of the fridge. What did that mean? It meant Chu-e watched too many "Epic Vintage Rime" compilations at 3 AM.

And Chu-e really didn't like ghost types. The only thing he detested more were Abomasnow, since they seemed like his ass more than they should. Yet, yet, still he climbed into the clammy embrace of the pokemon and only balked a little. Progress.

Chu-e drifted upwards with all the grace he had before. None.

"Zac, the Chansey Effect was disproved like four years ago." He was partially a Normal Type expert and had to keep up with that kind of useless knowledge. "I don't think either of you know what you're doing. This is your plan to keep me single and celibate for the rest of my life. I'm onto you both." He shook his fist with no real force before clinging desperately back to the Drifblim.

When Chu-e was sat on a branch, he instantly clung to the tree. It was a lot colder and windier up here than down on the ground. He shook like a leaf as he watched at the shenanigans below him. With the comments on the Drifblim, he side eyed it some. Well, it looked like the two of them might have had more in common than he was really comfortable exploring.

"I better be men who want to save me." He called down, squinting at the duo as he watched. "What if they think Chryssa is my kid or something? I've already been accused of being a teen mom, I don't need it on my dating profile." Ah, yes, the incident with Hideo Kino and bryan delarosa ... that had actually been really fun. And it had been a joke he had made, but they didn't need to know that, did they?

A pause.

"Zac, if Chryssa is going to be in some of these, you get in some, too! I can say she's your kid and that if they break my heart, my big brother will beat them up. We could practically be twins, you know."

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"Chryssa... tell my family I love them. Also, blow up Zac for me." For a man who had Too Many Beedrill about to stab his sad, stabbable body, Chu-e was much calmer than one would expect. Reaching into his pocket, he dropped a pokeball from his perch. A moment later, right as the bees stabbed right into dead air. Because Chu-e had let go of the tree, leaning back and letting himself fall to the ground, arms out, eyes closed, letting whatever deity out there have him. It was haunting and beautiful, at least how he imagined it in his mind.

Right before he slammed into the ground, that pokeball he dropped popped open and an Incineroar caught him in his arms, doing a twirl as if it was some fancy dance and not saving his Trainer for a broken neck. When Chu-e was placed back on his feet, they both even did a Samba pose. It was too perfect to have not bee practiced. It was really fucking weird that Chu-e had practiced this.

"Zac, did you know that it's a myth that Tauros hate the color red? But Beedrill do hate the color red, since it reminds them of their natural enemies, Scizor! Good luck up there!" Now it was his turn to grin. "Hey Chryssa, did you bring in any bandages?"