Klaus is a whirlwind of energy, a certain manic and twitchy aura practically radiating off his frame as he weaves through the crowd; he hates getting sent on jobs to steal, they're not nearly as exciting as playing tag with the coast guard. Plus, if he's caught it's much harder to dispose of the evidence post-haste.
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Vibrating with unspent energy he makes his way down the beach, his magenta-pink gaze occasionally casting over his shoulder to see if the police have begun to swarm the beaches - he really needs to get a pokemon with teleport. Klaus pulls up suddenly as a body slams into the sand just in front of him. He blinks once, his heart-shaped glasses tipped up to relieve the rosy hue they cast upon Beau to stare at the man a touch incredulously.
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Of course it's Beau.
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"Uh. Hey," he deadpans, a faint heat touching his cheeks at the memory of his last encounter with Beau. Hopefully the bastard won't turn out his pockets again. The laptop and money were easy enough to explain. The benzos would be a bit trickier. Klaus hesitates for a moment before offering his hand to help Beau up.
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"Having fun?"
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He wrinkles his nose at the sight of the sand covering one side of Beau's figure, only just refraining from dusting it off - best not to put his hands all over the taller man. Instead, he rearranges his satchel on his hip, his weight shifting between his feet.



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+ Beau Fontaine

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Shifting his weight back to counterbalance against Beau, Klaus releases the other's hand quickly as if the touch burned, his other hand releasing the heart-shaped glasses to settle back onto his nose; they do little to detract from is growing blush, and indeed the pink lenses only serve to highlight his cheeks colour.
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"Hey, Wade," he greets the Vaporeon haltingly before he continues, "Just - taking the afternoon before I'm on shift." His thumb jerking back over his shoulder towards the lighthouse only-just visible in the distance, Klaus supplies, "I work there. I'm down here a lot."
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Best to leave out his light-to-moderate criming.
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"Uh-" he then stalls at the compliment, his gaze casting awkwardly away from Beau for a moment before he hazards slowly, "Thanks." Uncertain whether he's being teased or not, Klaus pauses to look over his shoulder, his expression pulling as he notes what appears to be police on the outskirts of the crowd.
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Shit. Conversation. He can do conversation - look like he's meant to be here. Like - shit.
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"Do you surf?" Klaus blurts out suddenly, motioning to the nearby surfboard stuck in the sand as he steps a fraction closer to Beau, forcing a nervous smile to his lips.


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+ Beau Fontaine

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"Gym," Klaus repeats, looking a touch pale and reserved at the news. Beau ran a Gym? Searching his thoughts, he eventually comes up with a passing news article about new gyms leaders in both Mossdeep and Dewford opening at roughly the same time. Shit.
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His thoughts are abruptly stalled at Beau's assessment at how a lighthouse works. Slowly, incredulously, his magenta-pink gaze lifts to settle on Beau's face, his brow furrowing and it seeming for a time he's truly irritated with the slab of muscle before him. Suddenly, however, a sharp laugh spills from Klaus's throat, a mirthful, "What?" sounding from the smaller man. "No there's no fucking -" he breaks off again, laughing as his hand lifts to rub at his cheek. "Fuck's sake you're as bad as the kids. It's all electric, Lilycove's lighthouse is modernized."
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"Arceus. Come out some time, I'll give you a tour," Klaus offers, his mouth wholly running away from him before he realizes his mistake. The police now forgotten for the time being, and blushing anew, his hand lifts to rub at the back of his burning neck. "If - you want to," he mumbles, hoping Beau isn't as interested in the damn inner workings of the lighthouse as the elementary school kids who swarm his shores in the spring.
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He's distracted from his mistake by Beau's enthusiasm about surfing. Blinking once, Klaus allows himself the pleasure of letting his gaze roam over Beau before answering, "Yeah. Not as much recently, it's getting hard on my dad's knees so we usually dive instead, but I hit the waves a couple times a year when I get the chance."
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An idea seeming to take him, he digs in his pocket for his phone and flips through myriad pictures before offering the device to Beau to display the surfboard Klaus leans against his hip; clad in a tight black bodysuit with pink accents, Klaus smiles warmly from the photo, his hand lifted to display a peace sign. Pointing to the board in the picture, a small blue shortboard decorated with Finneon he murmurs, "That's my fish board. I don't think I have any picture of my other boards though."

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"It's just a smile," Klaus murmurs - a certain panic rises to the back of his throat as he realises Beau has, unfortunately, accepted his offer of a tour, his throat constricting to cut off any more words. His racing thoughts, however, stutter to a screaming halt when he finds himself pressed up against Beau's side in a half-hug, his eyes wide and hands scrabbling against the other's torso for balance.
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"The hell," he snaps out without any venom, his brows drawn together and hands immediately jerking back as if the skin-to-skin touch burned. Still flushing, and wholly uncertain how to answer, Klaus instead takes back his phone and stares at it for an awkward moment; hesitantly, he glances back up to Beau.
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Did he want Beau to actually come out? Giving a tour wouldn't be that bad, all things considered. Plus, it might help to know more public faces in the League. If he ever did get caught maybe this golden retriever of a man would vouch for it being an odd one-off, no need to press chargers officer. It's worth a shot, he guesses.
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It probably doesn't hurt he finds Beau's easy on the eyes.
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"Do you -" Klaus starts before silencing himself. His eyes pressing closed in embarrassment, the smaller man bites at his lower lip as he tries to force his mouth to work. Failing that quite spectacularly, instead only managing a soft noise, Klaus diverts his attention to is phone. With somewhat shaky hands he manages to unlock the device again and navigates to his contacts. A blank listing pulled up, Klaus offers his phone back to Beau once more and simply hopes the taller man takes the damn hint; his hands now free to move, he signs out a single word:
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<<Number.>>

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+ Beau Fontaine

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Klaus hazards a glance over to the surfboard in question, an uncertain half-smile hitching across his lips. After a moment's thought he gives a little nod of agreement and manages to eke out a soft, "Okay."

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Motion and arguing down the beach finally draws Klaus's attention, his brow furrowing at the sight of police stopping a couple to demand searching their things. Pulling an expression for a bare moment, he looks down once more at his phone as if checking the time before choking out, "I've got to get on shift." He doesn't, not for a few hours yet, but what Beau doesn't know won't hurt him.

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"Shit."

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The phone once more shoved into his pocket, Klaus instead retrieves a pokeball, revealing a Dhelmise from its depths. The ghost's single roving eye settles balefully upon Beau, palpable menace chilling the air as the man is stared down - the death-glare is soon gone as Klaus reaches out and touches the Dhelmise, his voice finally working enough to utter, "Phantom Force towards home."

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With a wail, the Dhelmise's ghostly kelp flails for a moment before wrapping around Klaus's wrist, the young man's free hand lifting to offer an uncertain wave to Beau before the pair disappear from sight.

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+ Beau Fontaine

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