It is always a 'humbling' experience when a fella' realizes they aren't as debonair as they believe themselves to be—vanity is the killer of man, after all. Chancelor McQueen came to this realization as he stood in this humid, damp, and musty newly discovered excavation site. A few days prior, he met this female archaeologist from the Galar Region, and the chick was bad with a capital, bold-ed, and italicized B. She was extremely educated—her extensive lagoon of vocabulary sprinting circles around his own more 'limited' arsenal of words, spoke with the most attractive accent that made her sound like a narrator to a nature documentary, and had a very contagious laugh that made Chancelor erupt into laughter on a whim. The narcissist within him told him he she was feeling him just as much as he was feeling her. They both spoke about their professions and she seemed interested upon learning he was a famed fighter with an affinity towards Pokémon battling. In Chancelor's mind, he had this cute little bookworm exactly where he wanted her, but in reality, she had him exactly where she wanted him. PokéNavi numbers were exchanged and there was plans on meeting up at a later date; to go on a little adventure or something like that. Fast forward to right now, and here he was—looking absolutely stupid in the grand scheme of things. The archaeologist in question was no where to be seen, in fact, she had no intentions on ever linking up with the Youngest McQueen outside of official archaeologist business—which she made perfectly clear with way too many words; words that went right over the Martial Artists head. She called him to help out her colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. He played himself hard, extremely hard.

"This is the last time I try and holler at these intelligent females." He is talking on his PokéNavi, visible annoyed as hazel eyes glance as people and Pokémon pass him. "Bro, she got me out here in this cave lookin' like a disposable henchmen of the antagonist from some action adventuring film regarding some ancient artifact." He shakes his head in disbelief, lead-finger and thumb pressing the bridge of his nose while he exhales all frustrations away. We'll link up later, bro. I gotta' handle this." With those parting words, Chancelor pockets the PokéNavi and fixes his attention to the many faces and Pokémon occupying this newly unearthed site. From the flank, he is greeted. Turning his head, he locks his gaze upon the female who seemed to have be addressing him; she was also oddly dressed for a place such as this. "Damn," The Dragoon looks her up and down with a cocked brow; searching for something witty to say about both her appearance and her rushed entrance. "Skippin' out on a date to come look at some crusty ass rocks? Nice." Chancelor's Pikachu hops upon his left shoulder and too looks the female up and down.


✝ tag(s) - Bailey Cooper .
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