[attr="class","samjermain"]Madeline figured this interview would be easy. The guy would ask a few questions. Yakuza would flex. She’d get paid. It wasn’t like the dude was interested in her. It wasn’t like he’d stare at her tits or judge her. The articles she’d read mostly celebrated the contributions of dark-type Pokemon. Something Yakky was more than willing to help with.


When she saw Sevastian, the oranguru-build woman paused. A hand lifted to check that her bob was still in place. A copper brow shot upward—for a heartbeat, nothing more.

The guy looked surprised.

What the heck was that about? Ruby eyes met amber as she looked to Yakuza for confirmation. His scarred left shoulder lifted in a lackadaisical shrug. Guy didn’t know much about human men. If it wasn’t Doritos and trash TV, it didn’t interest him. Not a brilliant guy that one.

Madd’s eyes flick briefly to the dog at Sevastian’s feet. She gives it a wave, the gesture surprisingly demure. Her own clothes were a decent match to his with a feminist t-shirt beneath the faux leather jacket. There also weren’t any spikes. The top of a tattoo peeked over her v-neck, but wasn;t legible. At the use of her full name, the redhead shook her head. A hand rose in a gentle show for pause. “Madd, please.” She wasn’t some nunnery loving little Kalosian girl.

She grasped his hand for a moment before Yakuza bustled in. WIth a grin, he rushed past the arm in an attempt to give the model a bear hug. “And, yeah, this is Yakky.” Her eyes lifted to the camera for a moment as she prodded her lips. When had it gotten so hot in here? Those weren’t even stage lights, right?

“The whole Yakuza thing, well—” She tucked a stray strand behind an ear. “Everybody's an angsty teen, right?”

And, since he didn’t want to change it, Yakuza would always be one.

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[attr="class","samjermain"]The woman was glad this guy listened. Her dad refused to call her by her referred name. And Aubs—for some reason—insisted on softening it with an added syllable. “You alright if I call you Seviathan?” If he asked her to call him Mister Anything, she might be tempted to kick him in the balls. Adults needed to ditch the titles. Everybody burned the same.

As the boys hugged it out, Madd smiled. Yakky really got along with everybody. Or, at least, acted like he did. It was something she admired about him. The dog’s discomfort earned a crooked smile and a hand wave. She didn’t move to pet the dog though. Hugging strange Pokemon wasn’t her thing. Instead, she watched the interaction between Seviathan and her goober. The Obstagoon’s grip was soft, but his muscles still bulged in the embrace.

At the squeeze, the Obstagoon let go. He turned to Madd with a lolling tongue, obviously seeking approval. Judging by the lack of screaming, he hadn’t accidentally cracked a rib this time. Ruby eyes turned The guy’s next words distracted her from the sudden stage fright. Madeline bobbed her head mechanically. “Same.” These two didn’t seem that bad. Definitely not a rich guy that deserved the Kalos treatment.

The assertion about his name turned Yakky into a bobblehead. Some part of Madd wanted to insist he wasn’t a very good judge of character, but this really wasn’t the time. This whole interview was about how awesome the overgrown weasel was. “Yeah.” The ginger woman sighed. “He has no problem making his opinion known.” As if to prove her point, he threw up a pair of devil horns.

After observing the set for a second, Madd tossed herself into the chair nearest to their host. Her posture was oddly demure. Legs held tightly together with a straight back. The Obstagoon ruffled her hair before throwing himself across the other chair.

That got him a punch in the thigh.

The interviewer spoke. Her shirt color suddenly felt too tight. She reached up to loosen it. “Nah. Recording is fine.” she waved off the nerves around the camera early. Something about somebody taking notes made her feel like she was at a shrink.

Though the silence and pause was very short, it felt like an eternity. Like that soulless camera could see into her very soul. She swallows then speaks. “So, is there a list of questions? Or are we just winging this?”

For some reason, Yakuza flaps his arms like a chicken.

At least one of them didn't mind the cameras.

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