his attention was captured.

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"oi," the rocket punk shouted as he sauntered toward the fallen civilian (memphis evren), "watch where you're goin' playboy!" he would kick and shove the group of men who stood crowding and towering over the individual. a drunk punch would come to meet nicolas's face, but he would take it like a champ. "pussy shit," he commented with a grin, "this is a real man's hit!" he would then drop his bag to physically retaliate. having returned the favor, he would come to be met with another assault from the first guy's friend; this friend would attempt to place nicolas within a nelson's hold, but that wouldn't go all too well as he'd come to be met with a hard hitting headbutt. lastly, the third friend would try to strike nicolas upfront. but, without so much as a warning, nicolas would simply kick the third individual as hard as he could in the shin. the third man would simply fall over.

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with a victory grin. the group of drunks would grab their friend, who bled profusely from his nose, and left the scene. nicolas, who would come to find himself bleeding from his right nostril without notice, leaned down to grab the fallen civilian by the bicep of their left arm. "vamanos, flaco." nicolas casually said, referring to memphis evren as he'd attempt to help the stranger stand.

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"you can't be out here lettin' people disrespect you like that, dude." he would take notice of the minccino, "especially in front of your pokemon, they'll think you're pussy."

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note: let's goooo!

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"thanks, mano."

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nicolas had thanked the stranger for removing the red beneath his nostril. flicking a strand of the boy's hair with a chuckle, nicolas replied, "no need, cutie!" he casually called the seemingly reserved civilian. what he said may have come off flirtatious, but that wasn't his intention. it was merely just nicolas being nicolas.

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"actually," his stomach would rustle, "repay me by being my date for the night. i'm starved, buy me somethin' to eat?" it was only fair. the guy seemed like a local and looked as if he'd serve as a good tour guide. plus, he was offering to buy him something. might as well milk the sucker who appeared submissive and breedable.

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even though nicolas did what he did out of the "kindness" of his heart and rejected the returned favor at first. this was an opportunity that fell out of the sky. "come on, i'll treat you right and show you a fun night. show me the way how the locals here get down. i'm new here, i ain't got a whole lot of friends right now." a arm would find itself swung over the male's shoulder; without hesitation, nicolas pulled the boy in. "we can get to know each other better, sound good? all you gotta do is say yes and lead the way."
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note: i've never played such a straightforward person like this before. my anxiety can't deal with this, i'm cringing.

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as he spoke nicolas listened. while listening, his eyes would scan the individual's lips. the cadence in his words, hesitance, and soft tone captured the rocket punk's attention. his narrow gaze would then examine the entirety of his face; a smirk having formed, nicolas would lightly chortle.

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"i'm gonna call you 'sobble', 'kay?" he'd use the arm over the boy's shoulder to pat the top of their head before placing it back around him. looking ahead as they would begin to walk, nicolas would continue, "your like what i'd imagine the human form of it to look," he would then laugh, adding, "it's pretty fuckin' adorable, dude!" nicolas continued to laugh heartily.

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"i don't think you want me to be a tour guide, mano. i might get you into somethin' you can't get out of." he had a way with getting himself into sticky situations. the last thing he'd need is for this guy to slow him down. though, taking another look, how could someone abandon something so small and innocent? "so, sobble, you said you've only been here for a week? where'd you come from, flaco?" man was he giving this guy a bunch of nicknames. it was just too easy.
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his gaze would come to narrow as nicolas would fall deep into thought. thinking about the where for a brief moment. "can't really say i had a home. never really been a 'one-way' kind of man."

upon finishing his response was the call of music. he could hear a crowd cheering nearby. to their surprise, the pair would stumble onto a live performance by an unknown artist. there was a small stage where it would seem to be an event going on tonight for those with musical talent and a desire to share said talent with the people of slateport. removing his arm from over his associate. nicolas, without realization, would grab the man by his hand and pull him toward the scene in order to get a better look up close.

"now this is more my kind of scene. if i had to answer your question," nicolas would get closer to his ear in order for him to be heard, "my home is where the music flows!" he didn't make much sense right now. but this place was starting to feel like his home already. "so, tell me, what's your real name, sobble!" he'd ask his associate. "you don't want me to keep callin' you that, do you?"

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tonight was about to be an adventure, after all. if, by some chance, they were to get separated. nicolas would like to remember his name for the future. especially if, by some fated chance, they were to see each other again.
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