Another day, another dollar, another Miltank going missing from some poor farmer's field while her pockets just got heavier. With the extra change she was making today and the abundance of moomoo milk she'd be able to sell later, the unfezant dinner she had plans for didn't seem so far out of reach.

By unfezant she meant a cheap lonely meal at a bar somewhere. Same idea though.

"Arceus probably doesn't give a damn one way or another if you know how to milk a Miltank."

Remi states this matter-of-factly while sitting on an upside-down bucket. Another larger one is set up beneath another Miltank and she appears to be doing.. well. The Pokemon doesn't seem as uncomfortable and there is enough milk in the bottom of her bucket to cover it.

"How hard are you squeezing those teats, man? Take it easy on an old girl."

Rowan Wrynn

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"Damn, you're tellin' me a gay man can't figure out how best to stroke it? That's sad, champ."

She's being inappropriate, but he definitely started it with the teats joke.

"And you don't stroke a woman's breast the same way, either, totally different situation. Do mine look anything like that old girls? No, so don't even go there. Actually, don't even answer that."

But she rises from her seat and approaches anyway, because Arceus damn well knows one way or the other that one of his girls is in dire need of gentler hands. Ironic, coming from Remi.

"Remember, you gotta be gentle."

Rowan Wrynn

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"Very sad."

But she smirks, playing along with the inappropriate line of joking. It turns into barking laughter at the mention of her boobs and whether or not they look like udders.

"Thank God, no."

He introduces himself and she tilts her cheek away, plopping down on the bench or whatever it is he'd been sitting on in front of his Miltank. With expert jazz hands and a cocky smirk, she grabs hold and begins her demonstration.

"Remi, and I can't say the same, really. You don't seem the type to check out women."

Rowan Wrynn

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He might have, but he would have a damn good memory given how recently she'd moved into the area. Though, granted, her arrival had been quite.. intense given the circumstances of her stay. Picking a fight with Killian Decker in the training complex on the submarine, picking a fight with @elliot over a bowl of homemade soup, and most recently (or yet to come), picking a fight with Cillian Quinn over avatar bullshit.

"Nope, though that is the first time someone has asked that instead of 'you aren't from Hoenn, are you?' Maybe I'm starting to adapt to this fucked up society."

She laughs, though the tone of it is sarcastic. Remi side-eyes the man for a moment, amusement glinting in her one visible eye. He had an accent, sure, but she wasn't exactly the type to be curious about that. Hoenn seemed to attract all kinds, and yet.. people were so damn suspicious anyway.

"Have you?"

She laughs, not really looking for an answer. Remi glances down at the bucket, focusing on the rhythmic noise of the milk hitting the bottom of the bucket. His follow-up statement amuses her, as noted by the pursing of her lips and the tilt of her head.

"What, you don't like money? You don't just do good things out of the kindness of your heart?"

Rowan Wrynn

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"Remi."

She winks, before lifting the bucket and giving the young man a brief wave goodbye. She'd finish up with the Miltank.

Rowan Wrynn

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