he cools down the food and chews before snickering at her answer. he turns to the vendor, who smiles awkwardly at him, and mouths the words 'she's gonna lose'.

"well, that doesn't matter," he tells her as he finishes his, swallowing it right as he finishes the last statement "i do what i want."

he takes another one, this time, he lets it cool off before biting onto it. he chews it thoroughly cause he doesn't want indigestion if he ever does go in a fist fight with a girl smaller than him by almost a whole foot.

she asks for one. he obliges.

"yeah, sure. here. hold your hand out."

he dangles the food on a toothpick, waiting for her to actually hold her hand out.

he looks at her reject the food. a smile forms on his lips. so this is how it felt to be an adult in front of a child. a smirk forms unknowingly in his expression.

"it's an acquired taste," he repeats the words of @kingsley when he tried to have a sip of alcohol. "you wouldn't get it cause you're a baby."

growing up, priam didn't have much of an option when it came to food that he puts in his mouth. as long as it was edible and it didn't make him sick, he can already label it as good food, which the one he's currently eating can be classified as.

he takes another one, cools it off, and starts to chew on it. he starts talking with his mouth full.

"wre, am-" he swallows, and then continues, "yeah, call me conrad."

he doesn't really have giant pokemon, besides maybe his golurk and his venusaur if he stretches it a bit. he had always wanted them, but size doesn't usually translate to usefulness according to his experience. his favorite pokemon is a testament to that.

then again, his espeon isn't actually used for battles most of the time.

"aight, just tell me where we fightin' and i'll follow."

he takes another bite, just finishing half of the serving he ordered. he chews slowly, waiting for sunny to lead him to where their battle would take place.

connie... he liked the name since it sounded cute but he wonders if it fits him as a character. he's this edgy, mysterious guy with a handsome face after all.

he eventually feels the tug on his arm as he muses on the name, taking him by surprise and almost making him drop what remains (which is just a single piece) of the plate he ordered. he finishes it while he's getting dragged, with the food being chewed on their way to the field.

"battle first, of course!" he answers her question, in a as-a-matter-of-fact kinda way. "who's gonna order your pokemon when i accidentally knock you unconscious in one hit?"

would he really go all out against her? probably. priam doesn't take any challenges lightly, and he knows not to underestimate anyone.

"so, how would you like the rules to go?" a chuckle left him as he said the words. a criminal trying to implement rules was ironic on its own. "i can go to up to six pokemon if you want."

"one on one, with three pokemon each. sounds good!"

he picks up a pokeball and stops just before he throws it out from sunny's own statement. it makes him grin, puffing his chest out with the pride of being compared to a gyarados. "we're also both big and strong boys too. the semblance is there, i see it." he did not acknowledge that gyarados do look ugly.

"you're more like this one!"

he finally throws the pokeball out, revealing a venusaur. it appears a little bit up in the air, landing with a loud thump and releasing a shock wave on the ground as it dropped.

"cause you're both girls."

it isn't known whether the venusaur is affected or not since it does not budge from its spot. cold eyes watched the gyarados stare it down, and priam could notice it trying to force itself not to back away.

"sludge bomb!"

it would be the first one to launch an attack that would get the advantage, and priam seizes that moment.

the venusaur launches a few blobs of toxic sludge up in the air, before gravity pulls them back. balls of sludge rains from the sky onto the gyarados, with some of them exploding as the initial sludge bombs hit the ground.

the move connects, but the venusaur doesn't budge despite the supposed type disadvantage.

the illusion fades as soon as the flame charge hits the zoroark. he retaliates with a foul play, tripping the tepig with a sweep of his feet and using its momentum against itself by letting the fire-type hit the ground with the same force as his charge.

"night daze!"

darkness pulsated from the zoroark's hands, coming out as a wave as it aims to push away the tepig further.