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He gives her an answer she doesn't quite expect, foreseeing someone detailing to her the charms and whims of the event that she won't understand in the slightest. His answer? His answer she understands, even if she cannot understand why he keeps the pokemon that he does at his side. Even the wooloo that trots along beside her seems apprehensive about saying hello. The wool covered creature offers a tentative though long winded bah of greeting anyway.

"Oh, well thank you Elijah, feel free to call me Isra."

Perhaps to his dismay Isra is quick to begin pulling apart the bouquet, slender fingers deftly plucking the stalks apart like strings on a harp. She doesn't give him a chance to deny her the whimsy that takes over her actions, breaking down the delicate flowers until she can pull her braid over her shoulder and tuck them into its nooks and crannies to adorn it for the rest of the night. "I don't see the appeal of... hook up apps either though."

"Do people really use those kinds of things? they seem so silly."

elijah gardner

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Her hand pauses in the air over the flowers, he steals her adornment and there is a split second where she nearly lashes out. To take back a gift once given is unbecoming but her braid is filling fast and so she chooses to leave it be. Her wooloo is not as willing to let things go. Small hooves clop closer to the plant with caution, another bleat of greeting hoping to get... something.

"Thank you. I think." given the context she's not entirely sure if it's a compliment or not. He is not, however, wrong.

Amethyst eyes jump to the hair over her shoulder, scanning it for vacant crevices, fingers dance across the decorative surface to do the same. Soon bright blue reaches the top of the murkrow's nest, making an ocean colored bed for her plum moon. "How is it an easy way to hate yourself? There are much more potent reasons for someone to hate themselves."

Other, better ones that she might understand.

elijah gardner <3

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A single hoof mimics the action of the plant, tentative, slow, as if it's not entirely sure what to make of the creature still but friendliness is friendliness right?

She watches him for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of his demeanor. Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side. "Depends on the person."

The bell chimes, the round is ending.

"And depends on what I get out of it."

It's almost an after thought, she doesn't think long enough to keep herself from saying it. Perhaps it's the floral gift, having pleased her more than she expected.

The woman stands, the sharp whistle catching her pokemon's attention before he can make contact with the drooling plant and pulling him away from it. "Thank you again for the flowers Elijah, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."

She leaves to the steady click of heels and hooves.

elijah gardner <3