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She misses the exchange, again. Mostly due to her own issues, her bubbling irritation overtaking any eavesdropping or observing she might have done. No, instead she stares at her feet, an idle hand rising to sweep violet tipped strands out of her line of sight every few moments.[break][break]

She's irritated and infuriated and her heartbeat is still hammering away in her chest because god, that slimy thing touched her! How dare it and how dare he not keep it on a leash. Does he not know some people aren't fans of bugs? Is that such a foreign concept that these trainers just parade their bugs around for everyone to gawk at? God, the nerve of it all! She feels the tips of her ears slowly begin to heat as her inner monologue runs rampant, finding every excuse under the sun to curse out the man in front of her. Oh, and let's not forget how he dropped her like a sack of potatoes! Yeah, her ass will really enjoy that bruise in the morning. Honestly, it's not her fault her body bruises worse than an apple. She just has delicate skin, right? He should know this or at least understand or even, better yet, be a gentleman and not drop her. Ugh![break][break]

Inhaling sharply through her nose, she drags her eyes up toward him just as whatever has just happened ends. Instead of seeing the man at odds with himself, she sees him recall his disgusting bug and part of her feels inclined to thank him, to praise him for deciding on the right call. Instead, she merely waits for him to answer her, staring and staring and staring for what feels like ages. He watched her and Tobu make quick work of the Kabuto, watched her usher the newly occupied Pokeball back against her belt, and then watched her approach. All of it was silent, judgmental, vexing. Although, honestly, she isn't sure if she is coming to appreciate the lack of conversation or find it ridiculous. Perhaps a healthy mixture of both? It's nice to not have to force a conversation but at the same time, it's starting to feel as though she's mostly just talking to herself.[break][break]

She expects him to not even give her an answer, to brush off her talking and focus on the next Pokemon that enter the clearing. Instead, however, he ventures closer, leaving nothing more than a measly foot of distance between them. Her breath catches in her throat for some reason and Faye finds herself at a loss for words. The closeness is, well... both flustering and confusing. For someone who doesn't talk much or even seem to enjoy her company, he sure does enjoy getting all up in her business huh? Her cheeks heat as silence filters in the small space between them and she's becoming increasingly aware of the fact that neither of them are willing to break eye contact first, to step away and break whatever trance is holding them. And then, he speaks, and the reverie is momentarily broken, long enough for Faye to find her barrings.[break][break]

Sorry? All he can say is sorry? God, here she is getting all flustered all for him to say sorry? How rude. And irritating. Ugh, god. Her cheeks puff up slightly, any hint of a smile falling instantly. It's not just the fact that he simply said a single word to her... No, it's also the fact that his tone is so flat, so devoid of any sincerity, that she just wants to scream. Instead, she barely holds onto her composure and tries in vain to shove her negative emotions down for the moment. And so, with nothing more than a single glance away, she simply makes a noise. "Mhm," she manages. It's short and definitely sounds way more irritated than she wanted to show, but it's enough and she shuffles away from him. Something else requires her attention, maybe something that would even give more of a response to her than him.[break][break]

A Dewgong has emerged from the lake, white coat still glistening from the water. Her eyes widen and the noise she makes is a strange squeal of excitement. It's enough to capture the Dewgong's attention, the sea lion immediately pinpointing her exact location. And then, with a splash, it shuffles closer. Yuki is quick to follow her trainer as Faye all but abandons the man where he stands, graceful feet carrying her body quickly toward the water's edge. "Hello," she coos, barely able to contain her excitement. An ice type! It's beautiful, perfect, everything she has been looking for! "You're so pretty!" Usually, she isn't as enthusiastic as she is right now, but this is an ice type and she can't contain herself. Her composure falls and excitement takes hold instead, her smile bright and bubbly and genuine. Hell, it even reaches her eyes this time around![break][break]

"Tobu!" She doesn't hold any contempt in her voice this time. No, instead it's an excited squeal and one the Butterfree knows by now. It's her "I need this Pokemon right now!" voice and so, the bug type shuffles into action, needing nothing more than his name from her mouth to move. A Sleep Powder quickly tumbles from the butterfly's wings, overpowering the Dewgong and sending it into a light slumber as soon as it shuffles onto land. She doesn't even wait for Tobu to finish. No, instead she dances forward and lightly taps the Dewgong's head with a newly brandished Pokeball, squealing as the ice type disappears in a flash and the ball begins to shake in her grasp. In her delight, she momentarily forgets about the man she left behind and the presence of the other Pokemon... A Pinsir that, once she turns around, immediately approaches without warning, pincers snapping together with a grunt.[break][break]

The shriek that escapes her, then, is terrified as she scrambles, high tailing it away from the Pinsir and straight back toward the man as if he'll really protect her a second time around. A girl could hope, right?[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on the dewgong~ <3 god i'm so sorry this is like a whole ass novel ;u;

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