@chloe

"mostly combat tips for specific pokemon," greyson replies, eyes catching the glint in chloe's eyes. he remembers the. stormy had mentioned him. "heard he's a gym leader. you a, uh, big fan?" he tries to hide a knowing smile. he enjoys indulging in the passion of others and seeing their eyes light up when they talk about it.

"do you need any help? with the present, that is." greyson was remarkably terrible with getting gifts for the opposite sex. mothers day was literally just a repeat of flowers, cards and sometimes chocolate. then again, was he any better at presents to other men? his go to was a nice watch. always a nice watch. because who didn't need a nice watch?

"yeah," greyson agreed with a chuckle, watching her pick up the orb. "that was really good work though. you made that look easy." his eyes turned upwards with hers, the duo watching z posture at the edge of the roof. "corviknight are gorgeous pokemon. but, i tell you, it's like a seven foot tall monster chasing you with a whole drawer of steak knives when they want affection." a laugh escaped him. one that was caught off quickly as z squawked in challenge. lifting himself off, he took flight and then dove downwards, disappearing in the shadows of the alley.

"arceus damn it," greyson yells involuntarily, chasing down the alley after the bird.

when he arrives, slowing, his eyes lock onto the corviknight cornering a scared and mangey mareep. "hey, get away from it!" he yells, swatting the flying bladed raven, careful about slicing his skin. it hops backwards but doesn't leave. greyson's irritation grows, but he pushes it down. last thing he wanted was chloe to see him upset. "hey sweet girl, are you alright?" the electric pokemon is visibly shaking, trickles of electricity dancing along it's woolen hide. "here," he throws his backpack from over his shoulder and reaches in, grabbing peanut butter flavored snacks. he places it in front of her.

it takes a minute, but she warms up to the idea. greyson shoots a look at z and then back towards chloe's direction, but quickly moves along. she has proven more than enough she can take of herself. "there, there." he coaxes the wild pokemon. "no need to be afraid." but he was on a time limit and with company. he couldn't sit here all night. moving slowly, his other hand grabbed an empty pokeball and, with it, he tapped the mareep.

it shook and greyson waited.


notes + if i haven't said it already, i really like chloe! she's such a sweet heart. capture attempt on mareep!

@chloe

he pushes down the disappoint of missing chloe's laughter, but saving the marreep's life was as good a trade as you can ask for. greyson placed the newly filled pokeball away. he then turned, conflicted on whether or not to be upset with the brash corviknight, who once again had taken it upon himself to attack a wild pokemon. in the end, he recalled z back into his capsule, brow furrowing.

"sorry about that," he offered in apology, "z can be a bit difficult sometimes. he sometimes has difficulty understanding how much of a scary murder machine he might seem to others." he chuckled, but the amusement didn't reach his eyes. instead, he focused on moving forward.

"what men like," greyson echoed in contemplation. "tough question. i know a lot of men with different tastes, but if you wanted to play it safe, a good, reliable watch or wallet always does the trick." as if to emphasize, he rolled up his sleeve, showing a rather minimalistic brown watch. "cost me twenty bucks as it matches with nearly everything."

@chloe

greyson sighs, but nods in agreement. "yeah, you're probably right. i've been letting him do w hat he wants too much."

still, they turn the corner and find another row of tents and shops. it brings a smile to greyson's face again.

"well, let's take a look. maybe we can get him more than one?"

greyson revels in the night and a new friendship.

..and maybe a few more watches.