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cait obsessively cleaned the interior of her cabin, making sure everything was perfect. her movements and tone of voice conveyed her excitement - unfortunately, sénon had quickly developed an attitude in the immediate aftermath of the pre-arrangement. she hadn't asked his blessing - nor did she care for it - already aware he'd say no if he had a choice in the matter.

so like the loving woman and caring partner she was, she made sure her man stayed firmly in place as the date and time inched ever closer.

'time marches on,' she thought, glancing at the clock as the hours trickled down to minutes.

her gardevoir also helped with making sure everything appeared perfectly arranged. and as they made the finishing touches to lunch, she made sure sénon was properly dressed. cait didn't grant him the opportunity to appear a bedraggled mess in front of her boss, forcing her fiancée into a freshly ironed buttoned up shirt and khakis. she pulled his hair into a neat braid and made sure he was spritzed in a light cologne.

"do not - "

the pregnant woman jabbed him harshly in the chest. she was dressed in a blouse and skirt, the frills that adorned her outfit abundant - and the waist to her skirt expanding to accommodate her growing belly. presently they stood in the living room, her pokemon beginning to vanish one by one as they finished prepping the table.

" - fuck this up for me."

she was deathly silent and stoic following her demand before becoming all smiles, going onto her tip-toes to shower him in loving series of kisses. the last one pressed lightly against his nose, the woman's eyes alight.

"you look so handsome, baby."

cait adjusted his collar for the umpteenth time and smoothed out a non-existent wrinkle, hovering over him until a knock upon the door was heard. the woman perked up, her gaze flitting from the door to her man.

"don't forget to smile. okay?"

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POSTED ON Aug 12, 2021 4:25:45 GMT

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He kind of honestly couldn't believe he got looped into this bullshit.

He'd never considered Cait in the vein of being a weakness someone could exploit against him but if he tried to find another excuse for why he was here, he came up with nothing. This wasn't for him, it was for her.

He'd said he wasn't interested in meeting the guy but now that she was pregnant, he couldn't reject her wants and desires without collateral damage.

If she was being even remotely reasonable he was to try to give her what she wanted.

He should have known she was up to something when she was up cleaning at 04:15AM instead of listening to his heartbeat like she normally did.

Her behavior all morning was strange; she made him breakfast, she washed and braided his hair, she let him choose all the positions.

Oh, the manipulations.

So here he was opening the door, inviting in FERNANDO SILPH with his Game-family pokerface, having gone full 'manure salesman'.

"Fernando Silph, p l e a s e , come in."

-because Cait was going to pay for this shit.

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POSTED ON Aug 12, 2021 6:17:21 GMT

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POLITE CONVERSATION

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A DOOR OPENS. His world comes undone. Why? Because Fernando Silph is there to meet him.

For a moment, the scene plays out as expected. Silph’s cold, no nonsense glare perfectly align behind a judgmental scowl and deep, chiseled chin. In another lifetime, it would be the perfect mugshot after being hassled into a nearby county jail by Head Ranger Senon.

But this is not that world. No amount of Sootopolis fuckery can change that. Here, and now, Fernando stands eye-to-eye with Cait Alfric’s most beloved–well, functioning most beloved person, considering the life inside her.

“Morning, Game.”

A thin veil of a smirk peeks out from Fernando’s lips. It’s subtle, impossible to tell from a distance, and therefore perfect between the two. It conveys the one message he wants Senon to know.

I know.

“Looking handsome.”

Coincidental words mimic the last onset of encouragements Cait had reinforced just moments earlier. Fernando stands on his tip toes, peering in, past Senon’s shoulders.

“You’re a lucky woman, Alfric.”

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POSTED ON Aug 12, 2021 6:36:14 GMT

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cait grinned, utterly oblivious to the unspoken words that may or may not have passed in-between the males that presently occupied her home. as fernando's gaze shifted toward sénon, she offered the living area a discreet once over.

'bulba's napping at the moment and shaymin's out of sight.'

all her other pokemon were either stored in their pokeballs or occupying her acres of land. she had given them explicit orders to stay out and stay quiet.

"aren't i?"

her smile became only slightly strained at the edges as sénon laid it on a bit too thickly with the initial greeting.

"come in, come in."

cait gestured for him to enter, stepping aside to allow her superior in. the man was likely somewhat familiar with her home's layout, having already visited multiple times over to acquire fresh products such as eggs and milk; her pokemon producing both in abundance.

"how was your trip? hopefully it wasn't a hassle. we're happy you could join us."

she jabbed lightly at sénon's side, encouraging him to either audibly agree or nod his head.

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POSTED ON Aug 18, 2021 8:39:29 GMT

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He saw it. That cocky ass smirk.

Like any experienced gambler (and former criminal in the strictest definition of the word) he knew something valuable when he saw it.

Fernando Sliph emoting in posture was probably as rare as a short-range comet, and gone just as fast never to be seen again in the same lifetime.

He probably didn't even flinch when he popped his cork.

Sénon managed to not actually pitch his eyes to the side in dismissal, he didn't miss that he only saw it because Fernando wanted him to.

He'd seen this movie before.

He and Cait were so hive-minded in their relationship he could feel the pressure she was putting out for him to not shame or make a fool of her in front of this man she revered.

It was jarring how differently he and Cait regarded Fernando when they were so aligned on everything else. Her wanting to impress and save-face and his not giving a damn.

How could she make him do this song and dance?

Didn't she understand he'd saved her from a lifetime of Pearl Necklaces from this eternally Sphinx-faced fucker?

Her elbow went between his ribs and almost made him buckle from the placement.

Stepping aside to grant Fernando entry Sénon nodded reassuringly to reinforce being glad Fernando'd had a fun trip hassling happy people,

-or whatever Cait said.

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POSTED ON Aug 19, 2021 23:58:43 GMT

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“INDEED.”

A pause as Fernando settles on the heel of his foot.

“If you hadn’t snatched him up, I’m sure women would be falling straight into his lap.”

The reference is clear. Whatever embitterment he has toward Lulu Flint is directed straight at Senon. Fragile male ego may string from seeing her draped in someone else’s arms but he’ll never forgive the Head Ranger for being the man behind the mask. The fact he’s involved with Cait makes this personal.

He enters the abode, still smiling, giving it a slow onceover.

“Immaculate, as always,” he judges in a whisper.

He turns back to Cait giving her his full attention with the occasional gaze at Senon. The way his eyes move between them is courtesy only—to ensure that her Husband isn’t third-wheeling within his own castle.

“A pleasure to join you. I hope I’m not intruding. To what do I owe the pleasure, Alfric?”

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POSTED ON Aug 23, 2021 2:17:45 GMT

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"considering i'll be getting married soon," she began, ignoring her beau and his expressions for a moment. "and with us expecting - i thought it'd be appropriate for you to meet my fiancée."

cait stepped further into her home, beckoning for the man to follow her into the kitchen; where a circular dining table and chairs awaited the trio. the meal was colorful with plates of roasted vegetables - slices of fruit - fresh bread - salads - nuts - and a platter filled with pre-sliced unfezant meat. beverages came in the form of an icy lemonade; the cups and plates in front of the three seats having yet to be filled.

"take a seat," she instructed.

she claimed a chair for herself, beckoning for the men to join her. cait spoke with a tone that brooked little room for argument, intent on ensuring that this evening remained civil.

"i'd recommend the salad with the dressing. it's a family recipe."

the meal was wholly self-serving, everything accessible or easily passed over.

"aside from meeting sénon, i wanted to share the news that i'll be having twins. i do look forward to you meeting them, sir."

she conjured the image of a pair of boys, girls or a boy and a girl being thrust into the man's arms. and cait had every intention of teaching the pair to refer to fernando as 'uncle fernando'.

"hm."

cait released an amused little snort.

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POSTED ON Aug 23, 2021 3:42:59 GMT

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When he heard the door close it sounded like the buzz and industrial clang of a prison cell door being closed, which was telling as hell considering he was the one who closed it.

Moving into the kitchen he was just about ready to go on auto-pilot for the rest of this thing; best to check out and comply with Cait's wishes. There was a price to be paid for blind compliance. Cait gave hers to him at every turn thus far when he'd needed it.

He owed her this one but considering the weight of 'this one' they were just about even already and Fernando hadn't even sat down yet.

The spread was nice, he handled most of the cooking in their day-to-day lives so Cait's food presentation on this special occasion was always refreshing to see.

The idea of Fernando kissing his babies like some maverick politician made the meal a lot less so.

Over the Silph's shoulder and behind his back Sénon shot Cait a look.

Dropping the stare as soon as he'd picked it up he took Fernando's jacket or blazer or sportcoat or whateverthefuck and hung it properly. Indifference was no reason to mishandle a loyal garment; his parents' tendencies as accommodating hosts poking through said indifference.

Coming back to sit at the table as everyone took a seat the redhead did chide her with his considerate tone.

"Cait I trust you gave him the opportunity to invite his girlfriend to this lunch." He laughed at the idea of such an established big shot having one girlfriend. "-or boyfriend. Whatever." He shrugged using his hands.

The cabin couldn't fit the harem FERNANDO SILPH undoubtedly had, but there was plenty of room in the grass.

Despite how close he'd apparently kept Cait over the years, even now, Fernando didn't want her when he could have had her. For him to turn her down, at least one someone was filling that void.

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POSTED ON Aug 23, 2021 10:14:15 GMT

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POLITE CONVERSATION

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“CONGRATULATIONS.”

His reply is immediate. Prim and proper, requiring no thinking as his mouth run autonomously. Years of saving face at social events keeps his wit sharp in regard to filler words. Grants him a small window for his mind to process what he already knows.

“I’m happy for you two. And I mean you and Game, although that’ll apply to the twins too, soon enough,” he ends with a lofty chuckle.

Guest etiquette dictates he follows her lead. Into the kitchen they go. With sage wisdom, he waits for Cait to seat herself, before looking at the spot opposite Senon.

“Much appreciated,” he fill in as Senon takes his blazer.

Under her recommendation, Fernando’s eyes lay on the salad firstly. They dart back to the dressing but he doesn’t make a move for any sort of serving utensil. He doesn’t have the audacity.

Speaking of which—

“Ha, ha, apologies Game, but not all of us are gifted with such charm and looks.” His gaze is pointedly, playful, brimming with the light heartedness that comes from keeping things amicable in front of Cait.

“I’m very much single and unsurprisingly unpopular.” Another laugh to show there’s no harm or foul despite the Councilman’s depreciation.

“Any woman—or man—willing enough to sign up to date someone married to their work is more likely to break it off to cozy up to someone else in some trashy bar.”

He looks to Cait.

“Which reminds me—I need to tell you about Regina.”

And then back to Senon.

“But that’s the great thing about marriage. Commitment. For me, work will suffice.”

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POSTED ON Aug 23, 2021 12:48:14 GMT

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cait responded to sénon's pointed look with a clever little smile of her own, her façade remaining perfectly intact otherwise. once everyone was seated, she listened and mentally picked apart fernando's words.

'single, hm?'

she blinks and tilts her head lightly to the side, appearing to take this particular claim into consideration. the woman had clung onto the information regarding Stormy Silph 's and fernando's relations. either they were a thing of the past; or the man was being tight-lipped about it.

"that's surprising to hear, actually," she replied, blandly. "but before we start - "

cait gestured toward the meal, before pressing a single finger to her lips to bring a halt to the conversation taking place.

" - a moment of silence, please."

the woman dipped her head, her eyes falling shut as she muttered under her breath. she could only hope her beau didn't make any odd faces toward her superior, for she was far too preoccupied with her deeply personal ritual. once the food was appropriately blessed, she'd begin serving herself - claiming a few pieces of fruit and bread.

"you mentioned something about a regina, sir?"

cait pointed a finger toward a small jar of homemade jam, meeting sénon's gaze as she did so.

"baby, can you hand me some of that?"

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POSTED ON Oct 12, 2021 6:10:46 GMT

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Like a sentient punching bag he took Fernando's subtle jab on the chin.

you bastard

From his side of it, it was like being slapped with a wet fish because you let your guard down.

Except Sénon hadn't let his guard down, he'd been on fucking guard this whole time! How did he get slapped with that fish?!

Once again, his Gameface was what held him together as he sat down for Cait's prayer. He'd been born with it actually; ugly kid. It was the only face he could make until well into his childhood. When he'd been born the doctor studied his unflinching unresponsive stare and told his mother he was dead.

His was a tale (and face) of no tells.

Mechanically, the redhead twisted off the lid of the air sealed jar of jam with a satisfying 'pop' before handing it over.

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POSTED ON Oct 19, 2021 7:05:23 GMT

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POLITE CONVERSATION

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THEIR VIEWS ON RELIGION CONTRAST AS MUCH AS ORANGE AND PURPLE. But he is a guest in their home and customs are meant to be followed. Fernando saves the grace of his reputation by closing his eyes as Cait’s words spread from her lips, to his ears, and through her intentions, all over their food. Even then, he does not make a move for the food, waiting for Cait to lead by example.

Only then does he dare make a move. He mimics her choices slowly, not all too obvious, but using her own mannerisms as a lesson guide as to how to behave.

“Ah, yes, she retired last month.”

Office gossip is rare but not unheard of from the Silph. A man with as immaculate of a schedule as himself prides himself on being in the know. Every instance that happens within his section of League Headquarters gets passed through his ears. He just never brings it up with the mild exception of those who he know longer works with. It’s his own pseudo-creed of professionality.

Cait Alfric, no longer League related, proves to fit that bill.

“And the month leading up to it was so—messy, as she would put it,” describe it aptly.

A slice of bread finds its way to his plate but his eyes lie between the request and her provider: everyone’s favorite Head Ranger.

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POSTED ON Oct 19, 2021 8:43:56 GMT

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her fiancé was being stubbornly quiet. cait noted this as she spread a dollop of jam across a piece of home-baked bread, distributing it evenly as she momentarily kept her gaze locked onto the task.

"retired, hm."

she was years away from reaching her retirement years. though quite a few considered her to have retired for a solid career in exchange for adopting a civilian lifestyle. at the moment, she was on-call; bound by a contract that made it possible for fernando to call upon her at a moment's notice. only if she was indisposed or in a delicate state - i.e pregnant - the woman was considered unavailable for service.

"what was so messy about it?"

partially detached from the office politics as well as the latest news cycle, cait couldn't recall any amount of 'messiness' that had occurred outside her property's line.

"and how old was she?"

she took a bite out of her bread, chewing slowly to relish its warmth and taste. cait slid her gaze toward her mate, her expression sharpening slightly as she discreetly indicated the meal.

'eat,' she demanded, silently.

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He almost missed the pointed look Cait gave him.

In their time together they had come to develop a keen sense of non-verbal communication with one another.

It was borderline telepathic.

Her subtle side-eye told him in no uncertain terms, "you're being obviously quiet Sénon; be charming-" she was displeased with his performance. "or you know what I'm going to do."

Internally, he was startled by the stakes at hand; charm FERNANDO SILPH or suffer a rupture in his tunica albuginea (he'd looked it up once).

Stalling for time he spread jam thick on a bread slice to curb his sweet tooth before putting in his mouth whole and chewing it until the end of time.

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