"Yeah." Doug said airily after he finished taking in their lavish surroundings, his eyes falling unto Andy. For a moment, his blank face twitched, before a small smile stretched over his lips.

He did his best to greet the Ribombee Butler as politely as possible, before dedicating himself to mostly ignoring its presence entirely- Pokemon Butlers and Maids made him think of things he rather not for a while.

Hands in his jacket pockets and posture lax, the youth looked a lot like he had when they first met- a regression of sorts, given the military discipline that had characterized his body language until just recently.

"'Ey, yer lookin' a lot better. Did Hideo swin' by 'ere recently?" He asked as he began approaching the grand staircase, swaggering his way up with a lazy sway to his every step. "Sorry for droppin' by on a short notice. Just needed to see ya for m'self, s'all."

Several weeks back when they had been unfortunate enough to answer Councilman Bill Anderson's call, Doug had been forced to sit for several hours with the honest belief that Andy Blackadder had been killed by an Eldritch monster, and he had been completely useless and incapable of helping.

Seeing the other youth looking, frankly speaking, chiller than he had in months, was something of a therapeutic experience.

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"Super-what now?" He asked wryly as he came to stand in front of the other boy, leaning an elbow, then the rest of his body against the railing. "... Wait, Monkey?"

He realized then that it had been a while since he had actually spoken with Hideo Kino, one on one, without a lot of people around them to keep them distracted.

Maybe he should try harder to actually speak with the boy next time they saw one another.

His gaze drifted down to Andy Blackadder's leg at the mention of irons, tilting his head.

He wondered if perhaps he could-

No.

Don't try it.

"... What, against Councilman Bill Anderson?" Doug asked at Andy's unexpected inquiry, blinking down at the youth.

His mouth opened to immediately say no, the guy's untouchable at the moment with all the Sootopolis nonsense going on- but he paused before he could disappoint Andy, his hand coming to cup his own chin in thought.

"Not alone, nah." He said simply, brow furrowing. "Ya would need to prove what happened... and if any of those present were, for whatever reason, persuaded to keep silent or serve as opposing testimony..."

Well, that would be as far as it would go.

"Yer young, too. They might not take ya seriously, even if it gets to court." He said, before pausing. "But. I do remember there being... several others unhappy with what happened there."

One particular man came to mind.

Doug very lazily reached into his backpocket, producing his wallet and pulling out a perfect, elegant business card. The name Martín del Mar was written across it.

"I don't know him personally, but you could say we know each other professionally."

A very face-saving way of saying Mr. Del Mar had paid for Doug's property damage. Not that he hadn't helped cause it or anything!

"He's a very powerful man, and I think he was talkin' 'bout pressing charges...? I dunno if he was serious, but might want to get into contact with him."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Even if he ain't- well, the kids club will stand with ya, man. Dunno how serious they'll take the testimony from a bunch of kids- but I think a gym leader's word and the Saint of Slateport's should at least shake a few hearts. The rest- Uh. I guess we can only pray."

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Bingo Prompt: "Prayers"