It’s a deep voice that calls out to her. A part of her isn’t surprised in the slightest. A subtle tilt of her head let’s her gaze glance towards the source. Another Captain Obvious here to save the day? Oh, goodie.

Yelling could work, and she would rather try it first before immediately scaling a tree in her casual sundress and sandals. A finger tilts the dark sunglasses down ever so slightly. It’s enough to let him get a glimpse of sparkling brown eyes as she gives him the once over. He seemed capable enough.

If someone else wants to do the dirty work, she won’t stop them.

A smile slowly creeps across dark lips, “Cat whisperer, huh? How did I get so lucky?” the finger pushes the sunglasses back up the bridge of her slender nose before she diverts her gaze back up into the tree, “Willow’s a little shit though . . . mind the claws,” she warns.

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@onyx

MISSION

Look at him, likely packing 4 inches in a bloated 6 foot something body. He looked like he never missed arm day. Wonder why. Compensating for something, maybe? Regardless, her smile remains with the flattery, obviously unwilling to return it quite yet. Compliments are earned from the Sinnoh heiress, not freely given. There’s nothing that’s impressed her so far, after all. Except maybe his biceps as long as they weren’t just full of air.

It doesn’t take long to impress her. The Salazzle piques her interest. It’s one of the pokemon she has a great respect for. They’re voracious predators, and viciously territorial. Females are boss, and that she can relate to, “Love the Salazzle,” she purrs with a hint of desire. It’s been on her list for a while now. Unfortunately, spelunking into caves isn’t easy.

The tree rattles, but Willow’s steel claws dig firmly into the bark of the thick branch. Nice try. The feline lowers her ears, pressing them firmly against her skull. The fur on her back sparks with electricity in a CHARGE as her lips curls to hiss violently at the Salazzle.

”Told you, she’s a little shit.”

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@onyx

MISSION

Another compliment? Now he just looks like he’s fishing for something. She recognizes the practiced smile. It’s one she’s been taught to perfect over the years from the countless philanthropic galas her mother dragged her and her brother to. What did he practice for? Curiosity surfaces, just for a moment, before it quickly fades.

“Divine creatures,” she smiles, watching the Salazzle with a hungry grin, “I can appreciate an alpha female,” the comment comes moments before the lizard’s hiss as the knock off fails to drop the Shinx from the tree limb.

An amused laugh escapes her when she recognizes the Salazzle getting ready to burn down the whole tree, “Damn, I like her spunk,” at this point, she seems more enthralled by the Salazzle than Onyx.

That quickly changes at the mention of her pussy.

Toni’s head snaps towards him, short brown hair rising and falling with the sudden movement. It settles back into its flawless frame of her face. Her lips part, momentarily caught off guard before they curl into a scowl, “My pussy is perfect, it’s the Shinx that needs help,” She’s new to Hoenn, she doesn’t need a poor reputation so she leaves nothing open for interpretation. She has no issues calling him out on his “joke”. Men sometimes, she rolls her eyes behind the dark sunglasses before letting the scowl fade into neutral lips. Since he’s helping her, she grants him that much, “Toni . . . Nice to meet you, Onyx.”

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@onyx

MISSION

Poor guy. He’s utterly taken back and caught off guard. Perhaps he really didn’t mean it that way. Unfortunately, Toni’s been fooled before which causes the neutral look to remain. She won’t be fooled again. Blame lesser men for her skeptical attitude.

He apologizes and doesn’t try to come up with an excuse, which is a start. She doesn’t verbally acknowledge it, but he might catch a subtle nod that hints towards acceptance. He is about to climb up a tree to get her Shinx, after all. She’s not oblivious to kind deeds.

Toni watches him easily scale the tree but is no privy to the quiet conversation the man and the Shinx share. She pays no mind to the Salazzle that tastes her scent with a flick of the tongue.

Willow peers at Onyx with a hesitant gaze. Dark eyes quickly glance down at her trainer before settling back on to the man. The Shinx has already eaten her fill of Oran berries, she just sits in the tree now out of spite. She likes it up here, she can watch whatever’s happening in the park, grab a snack if she needs it. She’s normally spoiled rotten at home.

With half a mind to swipe some sharp claws at the man . . . Willow is feeling kind today. Her eyes flash back towards Toni, peering up at her with dangerously neutral eyes. A sharp exhale and head shake later, Willow rises to all fours and lets the man scoop her up to bring her down. It’s better than having to climb down herself.

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@onyx

MISSION

Toni couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head at the sight of the Shinx letting the stranger pluck her off her perch on the tree, “Wow, you must be somethin’ special to let her do that,” she teases with a grin. The brunette graciously accepts the Shinx, tucking her snuggly into the crook of her arm. Snuggly is an understatement. Toni’s frustration manifest through a rather aggressive grip.

Let me buy you one

“Hm,” Toni lifts a wrist to check the time on her watch, “I’d love to but . . .” Would she really love to? Probably not . . . but he didn’t need to know that, “I have brunch reservations I’m late for,” the same hand moves to scratch the Shinx affectionately between the ears, “Perhaps some other time?” she spins on her heels to continue her journey. Something makes her pause. Gratitude, “Thank you, Onyx,” she says genuinely, casting one last look over her shoulders, “Have a nice day,” with a small grin she continues on her way to her reservation, Shinx in hand thanks to the heroic @onyx.

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@onyx

MISSION