'I'm Ji-Hoon Ki!" His civilian name, since they were probably out in public or something. "I'm Eris' dad!" Then Chu-e gave Bill Anderson a wink, biting into his chocolate covered banana. Technically they were supposed to be having a battle. Chu-e was kind of just tired of battling and willing to cheat and say they had even though they hadn't if the other would let him.

Motioning for Bill to follow him, he went and sat down on a shady and empty bench. Had to have the illusion of a private conversation.

A Houndoom was at his feet for consistency's sake, chewing on a rawhide that he had been given.

Opening up his phone, Chu-e clicked on the app that had been used to 'check in' for these battles. It was easier on the people who ran this, since they didn't need to have proctors for each battle, but also meant it was easier to game the system. His thumb hovered over his 'match' with Bill Anderson.

"You want to win or lose? I don't care either way." He wasn't here to sling his dick around. He was here to scout talent and he had done that.

But, to continue the conversation.

"You know, there are. Most of 'em DILFs, too." Chu-e started to count off on his fingers. "There's... me, you, Pryde, Beckett... Gavin has DILF energy even if he isn't a DILF technically. Huh." Much to think about.

"I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Anderson." Chu-e raised a hand to his chest, false shock. "Why, I'm just some retired nobody. What could make me so special?" He bat his eyelashes at the other before turning to glance at the soon-to-be-fight over the rawhide.

The Houndoom growled and bared his fangs before Crunching down on the rawhide, defensive.

Bill Anderson

Another snarl, but the Houndoom reluctantly gave up the tainted rawhide. He couldn't eat the poisonous treat anymore. He huffed and laid his head on his paws, pouting.

"When I'm not working, I mostly just sit around, watch cooking shows, sit on the patio and overlook my garden.... it's kind of nice being a nobody."

Bill Anderson

"It gets tiring being a person sometimes." Chu-e gave a little stretch, sighed as his bones creaked. He was feeling okay today. Yet, he could already tell this would effect him tomorrow. More often than not it felt like he was just borrowing time from one day to suffer the next anymore.

"It'd be nice to stay somewhere peaceful and quiet a while..."

Bill Anderson

Mossadeep." It wasn't space so much as responsibility. Chu-e had carved out his own little place in the island that was his and his alone, away from people and crowds.

"I'm just weary in my bones. Don't think much can be done about it anymore."

Especially since his insides were now made of crystal.

Bill Anderson

"Of course not. I'm dying, you know?" One of the more open secrets in Rocket, for those who cared to listen.

"If I felt like I had done enough, I'd have just laid down and been a nobody until I faded away."

His statements, too, are without malice. Just cold facts and certainty.