The Mightyena runs ahead as he smells the burning scent of mint leaves that lingered in the area. Even Kyle's nose could smell the scent from afar. His nose wrinkled at the smell nonetheless. He could only go forward as this was the place assigned for him, and the one smoking probably was the person he was to work with for the night.

"Oh."

Eyes see the scarfed man as he approached. The face was familiar, allowing Kyle to easily put a name on it. He notices the solemn look on his expression, different from the calmer ones he sported on the few occasions he has met up with him. He raises his hand and opens his mouth for a greeting.

"Hey, man."

Alpha stops from running further as his trainer spoke, turning his head around to watch the trainer slowly walk his way towards. Tail wags expectantly for Kyle to speed his pace up, to no avail. The stance was kept until Kyle walks past him, after which the Dark-type goes back to walking alongside the trainer.

"You don't seem too enthusiastic for the job," he comments as he finally reaches him.

Neither was Kyle. He simply was assigned to a job since it lacked any takers. Missions such as these usually end up uneventful and boring, with most guards getting stressed not for the work they needed to exert, but for the lack of work to keep them entertained. While Kyle did not like work either, he does not like boredom equally.

"Maybe I'm trying to impress someone."

The excuse he uses changes every time someone asks him about it. It happened on a whim when the opportunity presented itself, much like most of the important life decisions he has made. Purple wasn't even his favorite color. Nonetheless, it made him less recognizable after some video of a recent operation was leaked. He wouldn't mind the infamy, but he'd rather not deal with people who'd question his presence on the said video.

He starts to look for any seat within the vicinity, with his Mightyena following closely behind his steps.

"I'm doing fine despite that, I guess." He holds up the conversation despite the task he put himself to. "At least you got some insider info. Best I have is internet talk, which everyone who's into social media probably already knows."

He pauses and stops for a moment as he hears Lars mutter. The silence of the night and the lack of any other people in the area besides them made it easy for Kyle to pick up.

"I hope that's not spite."

His head never turned to see his expression, resuming to his activity right as he says it. Kyle decides to ignore the tone of the sentence as he lets Lars answer his doubts instead of his assumptions.

"Stormy's linked to a big political figure and Thomas is a interpol agent. I'm pretty sure he's tanking the blame for his subordinates too." He wasn't sure about Lars, but Kyle knew he didn't have anything under his name. "We're pretty much nobodies compared to those two so I'm not surprised," he adds.

he sees a box on the corner. he assumes there was nothing important on it and proceeds to use it as a stool as he awaits the night to end. a gaming console was pulled out of his person, booting it up as lars speaks in the background.

loosening up as lars clears up kyle's misunderstanding, he starts up the game and continues where he last was from his save point. the game was nothing serious, a title marketed towards the more casual community. while kyle wasn't part of that, he does enjoy playing the games of that genre during nights like these.

"the mightyena? they're just a few months old. got them as eggs as a set from a breeder. apparently, they're rejects so i got them for half the price."

there was a pause as kyle indulged himself in the game he played for a moment.

"the rest are caught in the wild not long after i got the mightyena."

he had another team beforehand, although most of them were retired by kyle shortly after he signed himself as an officer for the league. they were relics of his past in an exaggerated sense, and now act as pets of his family. he doesn't see the point of mentioning it in the conversation, however.

the attention was still on his game, but he tried to keep the conversation up. "the mission had its risks. guess that's why i subconsciously chose to bring my b team instead."

"there's also the fact that mightyena are kinda useless compared to the likes of tyranitar and ninetales too, y'know. even i cannot deny that."

he briefly stops with the game console on his hand, lifting his head up and turning to lars as he offers to bring him any poochyena he comes across. "i appreciate that," he adds on a lighthearted note.

it took him a while before he could answer the question though.

"i don't know her personally anyways," he starts, returning to the game he's playing. "i'm sure she has lots of fans that'll do that instead of me though. how about you? you planning to visit her too or something?"

"having nothing to do's good for me. less work, less worries."

kyle wasn't a workaholic. he prefers not having to do anything if possible, and even if tasks do come his way, he hopes that they weren't important enough for his actions to matter. responsibility was a thing he was ready for, but he does not necessarily welcome them.

"you better visit her while it isn't awkward to do so yet," he reminds, though he was mostly talking about his own anxiety when meeting people he does not personally know. "you're part of her rescue team so they won't question your visit."

he idly taps his foot on the floor as he talks.

"well, if you wait long enough, some people might think weird of it."