"if you call me 'Tiny', I will make sure your good half feels worse than your bad one." There wasn't any bite to it, his eyes focused on how skillfully chryssa glasgow's bare foot was dancing around one of the tea cakes he had artfully decorated to look like a Slugma. Just one wrong move... just one... and it would be squished between her toes. Chu-e wasn't sure if he would be more insulted his hard work would go to waste or amused she would have figy 'lava' on her foot. "Hmm... I kind of like Whiskers. I don't know if you know this..." He leaned in and whispered it like a secret. "but I really love cats."

All the cat imagery in his house seemed to glower at him. The pile of kitten pokemon on his couch, a Skitty, Meowth, and Purrloin, shifted in their sleep. Very funny, Chu-e.

"You know, my Gardevoir is literally a nurse. I can call him out if you need, Zac Ramsay." As he said this, he picked up the teapot to top off his cup. The soul leaked out with a 'plop' into his cup. He ignored it and tossed in a a few sugar cubes to stir in, swirling the spirit around his spoon. The water was greasy and black, frowning up at them all. Chu-e looked it in it's eyes.

Then he tossed the drink back and chugged it like it was a shot of whiskey and not an evil spirit. His nose wrinkled and he looked green.... then he burped, loud, a black, frowning cloud dissipating in the air. "Excuse me."

"Oh, that's not a cat. That's my house keys." Sure enough, it was a Klefki hanging in the jaws of the feline. Script, the Klefki, seemed on the verge of tears but still held onto Chu-e's keys with everything left in him. Quickly, Chu-e returned him to his pokeball so he could be safe once more. "Please don't let your cat eat my kittens. They're just babies." They were just babies chryssa glasgow.

Picking up his phone, Chu-e types out a quick "amateur exorcist" to add to his profile. Absently he picked up one of the tea cakes. He hadn't had one yet other than the sample to make sure he hadn't used salt instead of sugar. Then his eyes were drawn to the picture in question. Starling, Chu-e raised up straight and crushed the cake in his hand. Red jam spilled on the floor. It was only not a waste because a Slurpuff ran over and licked it up excitedly. Just wait until he met that Meowstic.

"Is that me at the Petalburg Gym?!" Sure enough, it was from his 'gym challenge'... when he had dressed in drag. He made a cute woman, dressed up all false shy and demure in a Skitty themed outfit. He even had a 'nya' pose in the picture. Who had taken this? Chu-e hadn't. "Zac Ramsay!" He whined, quite whinely. "Who printed this out?"

Then he looked quite serious at the two of them.

"No one can know. Miss Kitten isn't ready for her stage debut yet!"

"I'm not a vegetarian by choice." Meat just hurt his stomach most of the time. Letting his Slurpuff lick his hand clean, Chu-e picked up the picture of "Miss Kitten" and shook it. "She's not ready! A queen never puts on her crown before she's ready!" Honestly, he didn't even know if he wanted to pursue a stage name. Maybe he would just help out Billi Marsh when he had the spare time.

"Does that say... run?" He wondered what that could be about. Flipping over the paper, whatever words it had said before were gone. Replacing them was...

B E H I N D Y O U

"Huh." Chu-e flipped the paper over again, then once more, trying to figure out the trick. Unnoticed, a dark shadow loomed behind his back, slowly rising from the ground, massive and hunching over the man. A demonic growl echoed in the air....

"Ew, false prophet. I would never." Chu-e stuck out his tongue at the chryssa glasgow before he flicked his eyes up and down the Absol. One of these might be cool to get later. They were kind of like cats. Falling for the peer pressure, Chu-e reached up to take the horn....

"Wait, is this one of your pokemon? I don't have an Absol?" He pulled his hand back slightly as he said it, glancing between Zac Ramsay and Chryssa.

Then he just grabbed the horn like it was nothing.

Chu-e gasped. Started to shake, sweat, and even shimmy. His breath shorted, and only after a few tense moments of silence, tears leaking from his eyes, did his hand seem to fall away from the horn.

He stood up with enough force to knock his chair backwards, determination in his eyes.

"I can't let Billi Marsh wear that dress with those shoes! I have to warn him!" And then he ran off, into the kitchen. A moment later, he ran out again carrying, of all things, a knife, before running out the door, leaving it wide open and the two still in his home.