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Matthew had been given the short end of the stick in terms of favorable ranger duties. But it had all been a long-game manipulation tactic because he genuinely wanted to spend the entire day patrolling the boring Oceanic Museum. They had a bar and restaurant area that continued to tempt him, and there were plenty of places for him to lean and doze while still looking like he was 'on duty'.[break][break]

He'd belly-ached over an old injury, insisting that he probably shouldn't go out and fight fires or rescue damsels right now because he was worried he'd sprain it again. But really, he was just lazy and figured the youngsters in the crew could use a chance to dominate the field. Some old guy like him didn't need to be the centre of attention - and frankly he didn't want it anyway.[break][break]

Besides, it wasn't like the museum was that boring. Sometimes he got a kick out of using his scary man voice to chastise the arrogant kids who wanted to pound on the glass and scare the Luvdisc white. [break][break]

So far, however, the man hadn't managed to close an eyelid even a little bit due to his ever vigilant Chimecho. The psychic type would ring her bells in order to keep him wide awake, much to his chagrin. His Ludicolo, on the other hand, seemed quite content to dance and perform for the youngsters here for a school trip. [break][break]

Matthew sighs, leaning a shoulder into the corner of brick wall, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight because of it. Air forces its way out of his nose as he watches the Ludicolo in his element, clearly over the moon to be the center of attention. Arms cross over his chest as the Ludiolo tips his big hat, dumping some a reservoir of water he had been carrying onto a child - thoroughly soaking him. The ranger chuckles, shaking his head.

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distraction is the name of the game and she's quickly learning that given the proper tools, she can be quite exceptional at it. for instance, she throws herself into work to keep her mind focused and away from thoughts of... other things. and yet, her mind still wanders on occasion. unable to be kept at bay for long, it seems.

perhaps that's why she finds herself in slateport's oceanic museum, staring blankly at a tank of luvdisc. they're bright and colorful, beautiful pinks against an aqua backdrop. something is familiar about them and it stirs the beginnings of thoughts she doesn't want to entertain. she can't, she won't, and she doesn't.

mare sits attentively at her side, quiet in a comforting sort of way. they stay like this even as passerbys shuffle in and out of her line of sight. she's almost in a trance, eyes like storm clouds tracing the swimming patterns of the fish. they tend to stay in pairs, each one partnered up and it's as if they're married with the way they never stray. except, marriage isn't that simple and she's preying on that concept before it can dissolve into something else.

a pen scribbles against a notebook in her hands even as her eyes never stray from the tank. messy cursive somehow stays within the margins and she's speaking softly to the vaporeon at her side, idle thoughts shared aloud for better processing. "do you think they're together forever?" she murmurs and her eyes betray the luvdisc in favor of drifting down toward the aquatic dog. "is that too romantic of a thought or is it scientific fact?" mare mewls at her and illeana can't help the sigh that escapes at the noise. "i guess that makes me feel better about that dive. come on, let's go." her words sound rushed, as if she doesn't want to even speak them, as if she'd rather run away instead.

her work can wait another day, when her mind isn't somewhere where it shouldn't belong. besides, perhaps the rest of the museum will offer other subjects, ones that won't leave her so... torn? is that the right word to describe this state? she isn't sure. all she knows is she can't stand staying at this tank any longer. and so, she wanders with her vaporeon at her heels. the water type doesn't allow her out of her sight anymore. not after what happened, after the trauma she had been dealt. it's both comforting and suffocating all the same.

the laughter of children draws her attention away from idly glancing between the displays, a curious stare following the sound. a dancing ludicolo is what she finds, with a group of children gathered around it. a few spaces away rests a man and she's traveling toward him before she can stop herself. drawn in and unable to deny the urge to question the display, she slides up to his side without allowing her eyes to leave the performing pokemon. "does this ludicolo perform often?" she inquires, soft and almost far off as if there's something else occupying her mind. it's a usual tone now, her mind always there yet not quite. perhaps it exists somewhere between this world and the next, lingering in some purgatory she doesn't understand. "it's quite good."
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He's noticed the pretty girl with the messy cursive writing, he's noticed the way her wrist bends to loop her letters together. He notices a lot of things, because that's what he's here to do.[break][break]

Of course, by the time she approaches him, he's noticed that some poor teenage boy has put his shirt on inside out and a group of pretty girls has noticed it. They cover their mouths as they giggle and mock him, and the boy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, oblivious to their mockery.[break][break]

He's noticed how inseparable the Luvdisc are to one another, but he's also noticed one that's not joining in in the dizzying display of affection and attention. It lingers in the back of the tank, it's pink scales dim compared to the vibrance of it's companions. And he's noticed that it's alone, that there's no other pretty little fish swimming in and out alongside him.[break][break]

Matthew straightens his back as Illeana approaches, genuinely surprised that she had decided to join him. The vibe he had gotten from her as he'd studied her hadn't indicated she wanted to be friendly with anyone. She had arrived alone with her notebook and her smarts, and she had seemed perfectly content to not mix or mingle. Today was a day just for her, until now.[break][break]

She doesn't meet his eyes so he encourages his better instincts not to stare too long, and instead to follow the direction of her unwavering attention. But he doesn't miss the elegant shape of her cheek, the curve of her nose. She's attractive, and wields a perfect smile.[break][break]

"Only if he knows people are watching."[break][break]

The man chuckles, his voice is deep as he sucks in a breath.[break][break]

"He's not shy, not even a little bit."

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the woman stays quiet at first, content with studying the creature before her. it dances to the beat of an invisible drum, impeccable rhythm guiding it as only it knows. there's something curious about it, something that picks at her brain until she wants to fire off question after question. does it constantly move? is there a specific type of music it prefers? does dancing release some chemical in its brain that it wants to find? is there a purpose behind this? even so, silence continues to envelope her and she's analyzing every little detail as if it'll provide her with some answer to a question that doesn't belong here. odd.

"ah," she says at last and her eyes flitter toward the man for a moment. "he prefers crowds, then?" there's something scientific in her tone, as if she's the narrator of a nature special. part of her detests it and the way it comes out almost robotic. she's more than her work, than science and labs. isn't that the funny thing about fate, though? you can't escape it no matter what.

and then, the man's chuckling and her attention retreats, as if awkward or concerned she had been staring. dark eyes find the ludicolo once more and the corners of her mouth twitch upward into a slight smile. one could almost call it amusement if they looked close enough. it fades as quickly as it comes, however, and shifts into that curious look she's always worn as easy as a mask. "really?" an eyebrow quirks up as she talks and before she can help it, her lips are moving again and words are tumbling out. "some would be jealous of such a trait." there's a hint of something woven into her words, some underlying thing that she refuses to dissect. perhaps admiration or even longing if she really had to put a name to it... but she can't and she won't.

at her legs, mare circles, protective and a little too on edge. the movement draws illeana's focus away from the man and his pokemon, draws a hand away from clutching the binding of her notebook with white knuckles and tense fingers. the palm of her hand connects with the vaporeon's head and a soft mewl is earned in response. the water type's movements cease and she's content with rubbing against the woman's legs instead, as if saying she's here if needed. it's a comfort and a burden all at once and her hand stills against mare's ears.

she tries to fill the space between them with idle words, idle chat, until she's no longer able to handle conversation. "what brings you two here?" it's a simple question, good for small talk even, and really she shouldn't be relying on other people to distract her but here she is and here he is: providing the perfect diversion. is it wrong to take advantage of someone for such a thing? does she even care now? perhaps and perhaps not... food for thought at a later time when the world is still and it's just her and the memory of this conversation with a man in an aquarium to keep her company. she'll pick it apart and analyze and dissect until there's nothing left to occupy herself. and then, she'll do it all again until day breaks and it's time for the next conversation to fill the spaces of her mind.
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Matthew chuckles, the sound resonating deep in his chest. He shifts his weight and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches the Ludicolo continue to entertain the parade of children. The laughter of the younglings is contagious and, despite his gruff exterior, fills him with pride. Romeo is an incredible Pokemon.[break][break]

"Very much so, yes. He's confident - sometimes I'm a little jealous."[break][break]

If Illeana was at all concerned about the critical or scientific way she spoke, Matt had no such implications. She was speaking and he was listening and that's all there was to it. The man spares a glance at her, a small smile dimpling the side of his cheek.[break][break]

Her attention to him fades quickly when he chuckles, however, and his expression falls just a little bit. Had he made her uncomfortable?[break][break]

Movement at Illeana's heels draws his attention and he watches as the Vaporeon anxiously weaves in and out. Matt glances back up at the woman, gauging her reaction.[break][break]

"Everything alright?"[break][break]

He's noticed the whites of her knuckles, the way she had so tightly clenched her notebook. Matthew can feel her stress and it makes him mildly nervous.[break][break]

But she pushes the conversation away from the present and instead asks her about him, and he straightens his back and glances out over the museum again, breathing in slowly.[break][break]

"I'm on duty. Ranger business requested someone 'security guard' the museum. Seems like even though there's no real threat, the region is still suspicious. But I'm not disappointed - the atmosphere is splendid here, after all. Romeo seems to enjoy the attention."

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his chuckle echoes in her ears as she watches the pokemon in question. the ludicolo almost seems to preen at the attention he has garnered, performing best beneath the attentive eyes of a crowd. in a way, it's an impressive feat. most wouldn't be able to handle being center stage but this creature? he feeds off of it, off of the feeling of dozens of eyes scrutinizing his every move. incredible... she wants to know more and yet, doesn't want to ask. instead she studies the man's ludicolo in silence a moment longer, ignoring the way petty jealousy gnaws at her insides. it's unbecoming of her to be jealous of a confident pokemon, too ridiculous to even indulge in.

"i can see why," she offers at last, dragging her microscope eyes away from the water type to gaze at his trainer instead. she doesn't miss the way his face almost seems to glow with something she finds herself recognizing. fondness for his pokemon, a sentiment shared by many and yet it's always comforting when she stumbles upon it. "did you teach him that or is it something he learned on his own?" she's curious now because really, this man doesn't seem like a performer but appearances can be deceiving and somehow the idea of him taking the time to teach his ludicolo to perform puts her mind at ease.

his cheek dimples and she's momentarily distracted by the smile he flashes her. it falters and before she can fully register it, the expression is gone. and then, he's questioning her and she's glancing away beneath the weight of his inquiry. it's a loaded question, a loaded gun and she's unable to handle the pressure it brings. lie or truth, fake or real. is it all the same in the end, the way both hurt? mare's steady presence at her legs aids her in grounding herself in this aquarium, in this room, in this situation. it brings her back from the maze of her mind and as her hand begins to rub circles into the water type's slick fur, she avoids everything as best as she can. "yes," she murmurs and it almost sounds believable. "why do you ask?"

the pressure ebbs away with the shift in conversation, a weight easing away from her chest. it's still there, still ghosting against her skin with the threat of suffocating and crushing her. for now it simply looms and she's throwing her attention into his words to latch onto something, anything. as he glances out at the rest of the room, her eyes find a spot on the floor, finding her shoes and mare's paws sitting side by side. "ranger business, hm?" she says and her interest rises as if it had never left at the information of his appearance here. truthfully, she's never understood what being a ranger even entails? is it bad if she asks? the urge bubbles in her throat. the mention of threats and suspicions has the urge surging even further and she can't stop it at that point. "threat? who would threaten a museum?" she winces at the incredulous tone, scrambling to cover it up with more words as if that'll make her sound less rude? is that the word to describe how she just sounded? probably. "i'm glad you're enjoying your duties," a glance is spared toward the ludicolo as she continues. "although, i think he might not want to leave once your shift is done. it seems he's found his calling."
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Matthew realizes pretty quickly that he's overstepped, and as a result, his posture changes. He moves from confident and relaxed to tense and awkward, shifting his weight and clearing his throat at the brief phase of panic. He can see it in the way her fingers rub circles in her Vapreon's fur. [break][break]

She says yes but it reads 'no.' He says nothing, however, skipping over the awkward truth and doing his best to not acknowledge that he could see something dancing on the surface of her face. She's calm and composed, he can see that, but he can also see through that - because he's mastered it himself.[break][break]

"That's all him, I have two left feet. I couldn't dance to save my life."[break][break]

Another smile helps him try to lighten the mood, drift away from the awkward. Or maybe it's just him that's awkward and he's misreading the situation because he's not an expert. [break][break]

Matthew watches her face quietly, looking away if she ever looks at him. But he smiles when he does catch her eye, a fleeting little twitch of the cheek that he can't hide.[break][break]

"I have no idea, but they're pretty strict about the whole security thing. Gotta slap the wrists of kids who taste test the gift shop candy, maybe. They're hard and true criminals, didn't you know? Next thing you know it's a bank."[break][break]

He winks as if he's funny.[break][break]

Ludicolo steals her attention again and he sighs, nodding thoughtfully at her comment.[break][break]

"Yeah.. you're probably right. Sometimes I worry I'm not enough for him - I'm just a boring old ranger. I don't dance, I don't sing. I'm quite boring and he makes a point to remind me as often as he can."

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[attr="class","illie b"]it takes a few moments for her mind to process that he's caught her in the middle of a lie, caught her red handed. and yet, he doesn't comment on it. instead, it's the tense air to his posture that gives his subtle understanding away. perhaps that's why her hand stills on mare's head again, fingers slightly trembling as the weight of realization settles against her shoulders. she wasn't convincing enough, wasn't sure of the mask she tried to slip on, and it showed too much of the vulnerability beneath. the fragile girl beneath peeks through and she's unable to hide the existence of it. how do people even do that? others make it look so easy, as simple as breathing, but she? she struggles to even keep her anxiety in check, let alone the dozens of emotions fluttering through her veins all at once. it's dizzying, overwhelming, nauseating.

there's the anxiety that he'll mention it, that he'll pry and she'll come undone.

he doesn't, however, but it never leaves. instead it clings with bony fingers and a cruelty that leaves her skin purple beneath the pressure. his smile helps to ease the mood, release the awkward tension before it fully settles in the air around them, and she's allowing a giggle to breathe past her lips. "really?" a dark eyebrow quirks up, a smile settles, and she's falling into a slight flirting without even realizing. "maybe you aren't giving yourself enough credit." then, a pause, and she's scrunching her nose at him, an almost teasing gleam in her eye. it's easy to do, natural to slip into the skin of a different person to match the situation. sure, she's a bundle of nerves and anxieties but something about a joke, a tease, has her rising to the occasion. "or you're gonna be the first to go if a criminal says dance or die." her shoulders roll themselves in a shrug and she's laughing and in the dim glow of aquatic tanks, it almost feels like she's okay. a fleeting moment of ease, of peace, and then it's gone as quickly as it comes and she's settling back into that odd sensation of existing yet not. half here, half gone, all she's ever been and all she will ever be.

her eyes dart around the room, settling on the luvdisc for a brief moment, perhaps lingering a little too long for her liking, and then they're retreating back to his. part of her expects to find him watching his ludicolo or the people that quietly shuffle past. and yet, she locks eyes with him and the slight realization that he was observing her has her cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. he flashes a small smile, one she returns with her own little quirk of the corners of her lips.

laughter slips past the smile, cheeks deepening in color at the wink. it's harmless, she knows, but still... the concept of another winking at her always gets her flustered? it's a reflex, maybe? or, she's simply just flustered by the slightest bit of attention, the slightest tease. nevertheless, she plays along with his joke, side eyeing the children gathered around his ludicolo. "shh," she whispers, a hand rising to place a finger in front of her lips. "they can't know you're on to them yet." and then, she's giggling and it almost makes up for the awkwardness from earlier.

her lips part as if she wants to say something, wants to offer a rebuttal but the words die in her throat. instead, there's a brief look of pondering that rises and she's glancing between the two, unable to stop herself from picking apart the words and analyzing everything about them. the meanings, the tones, the syllables. and then, she's found enough footing to respond, dark gaze drifting away from his ludicolo to linger on his face. "i don't think it's a matter of being enough for him," she murmurs. "as long as you two enjoy each other's company, that's all that matters. besides, maybe there's a balance between you two." in a way, the world continues to spin due to balance. good and evil, light and dark, exciting and boring. one can't exist without the other and perhaps the relationship between him and his ludicolo is the same in the end. without one, the other wouldn't be as them as they are now. and so, she offers a soft smile, a hand rising to run through her hair. she provides no further commentary, however, deciding she's content with allowing silence to creep in. if she were to speak, she'd overstep and the thought of that keeps her from giving in to impulse.

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Whatever awkwardness he feels melts away when she smiles at him. Her eyebrow raises and his does in tandem, mirroring her without even realizing it. She's intriguing and beautiful and he's captivated by it and by her charm.[break][break]

"Well.. I'd love to show you but I'm afraid I might make a fool of myself and you'll never look at me again."[break][break]

He chuckles, conscious of the slight warmth in his cheeks as he allows himself to sort of flirt back. She makes a joke and he shrugs, lips pursing in amusement because yes, he almost certainly would be the first to die if he was asked to dance or die. He should probably be embarrassed about it, really.[break][break]

"Or maybe I'll get lucky and find myself someone who can show me how to dance - so when the time comes, I'll knock the socks off whatever criminal has the bizarre ultimatum of dancing or dying."[break][break]

Illeana begins to laugh and Matthew opts to laugh with her, something driving him to maintain whatever connection they've created.[break][break]

But he catches her silenced thought, the way her lips part slightly as if she were about to say something but had decided against it. He leaves it be because he's never been the type to pry - they're strangers and this moment is fleeting.[break][break]

Eventually, however, her warm gaze settles back on his face and her voice is so soft he almost doesn't catch it amidst the louder murmur of the museum. But he does because he's listening to her, really listening.[break][break]

"Yes.. I suppose you're right. He certainly pulls me out of my comfort zone. I... honestly couldn't ask for a better partner."[break][break]

He watches her hand brush hair from her face and he pulls himself away from it and down to the notepad in her arms. It's closed, or at the very least, unreadable from his perspective. An awkward throat clear is followed up by his curiosity.[break][break]

"Are you a writer?"

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[attr="class","illie b"]it's funny, she hadn't expected to become a blushing mess today but here she is anyway, rosy cheeks flushing hot embarrassment. his words echo slightly against the bone of her skull and the laughter that comes out a moment later is almost too amused for her previously muted composure. it doesn't quite fit against the way her features feel heavy against the crowbar pulling a smile to her lips but she doesn't bother to look further. instead, she's widening the display of teeth with a coyness that doesn't feel quite like her. is it someone else or simply another facet?

"it's okay," she rushes out in a breath, soft giggles poking through syllables. "i'm sure it's not that bad! i wouldn't run off over bad dancing, i promise." the soft promise doesn't register in her mind. instead, she's stuck on the fact that at least he can dance, right? even if it might be awful, he's still comfortable enough with himself to even consider dancing in front of a stranger. her? she'd rather drop dead than embarrass herself to such an extent.

her attempt at a joke goes over surprisingly well as he laughs, the sound almost too delightful for her to not allow her own giggles to mix into his. perhaps even better than his laugh is his response. her head tilts slightly at the thought and before she knows it, she's bobbing her head in an amused sort of agreement. "you'll need a dancing instructor just in case a criminal tries to pull one over on you," she snickers. it might just be the oddest request to ask of an actual dance teacher but, hey, it could happen. criminals are weird and wily. who knows what they might want their victims to do... she almost shivers at the thought, at the way the trail leads toward dark paths and darker intentions.

she doesn't fully understand the concept of someone hanging on her words, actually bothering to listen to the things that come tumbling out of her mouth. it's still somewhat foreign to her in a way that is half frightening, half warming. he manages to catch her soft mumbles, however, as if he's only focused on her and whatever's slipping from parted lips. the loud cadence of noise around them, around the museum, doesn't deter him. if anything, it seems like white noise. mare brushes against her legs once more and she allows her hand to wander away from the notebook, brushing against smooth fur with light fingertips.

there's a brief silence, a pause, before she adds, "i'm glad to hear that." it's shy and soft but genuine intentions drip like honey and she's fond of the notion that people and pokemon could fit so perfectly together. it's a romantic concept that has her sighing in that content cat sort of way, a little too distracted to notice the way his eyes follow her tucked hair or how they dip to the notebook clutched to her chest with one tense hand. the question pulls her out of whatever reverie she had found herself settling into with a quick rise of a gaze she hadn't noticed had fallen to mare's lazy expression.

"writer?" puzzled features eventually give way to mild understanding and then she's parting her lips in a soft o as the pieces fully fit at the edges. "oh, no, definitely not a writer!" an awkward giggle escapes, slightly squeaking at the end and perhaps she has begun her decent into that squeaky dog toy territory she loathes because it happens far too much for her liking. "a researcher, actually," she offers and another glance is spared in the direction of the luvdisc tank, the one she had abandoned for reasons she can't exactly place. there's a sheepish quirk of her lips when she continues. "i was taking notes on the patterns of the water types here but," a pause, a sigh. "i got a bit distracted."

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Matthew can't help but clear his throat awkwardly as the blush on her cheeks turns warmer and more prominent. Was he saying the wrong thing? Being too awkward and forward? Sure, he found her attractive, but he wasn't trying to embarrass her. Oh god.[break][break]

He scratches the back of his neck, his own cheeks glowing just a bit as he fights his internal thoughts on whether or not he should just call it quits on this interaction. The last thing he needed was for her to file a complaint or something against him. That happened sometimes, he's sure. Never to him because normally he doesn't talk to anyone.[break][break]

"That's.. that's good," he chuckles breathlessly, offering a small smile.[break][break]

Thankfully, it seems that the woman is good-natured and friendly, if a little shy, and it puts him at ease just a little bit. Though he opens his mouth to say something stupid like 'oh, are you offering?' in response to her mention of a dance instructor, he catches himself. Instead, the man opts to just smile. [break][break]

In fact, his own awkward, nervous energy has been boosted by hers so apparently that he's struggling to hang off of her every word for fear it'll be taken the wrong way. It seems that in the presence of beautiful women, Matthew Griffiths turns from a grizzly bear to a shy puppy. It's humiliating.[break][break]

But she latches onto his comment about her writing and he settles back into himself a bit. He's genuinely curious after all, even if he shouldn't be.[break][break]

"A researcher? That's quite the job."[break][break]

However, she mentions that she had become distracted and he chokes, clearing his throat hurriedly and covering his mouth.[break][break]

"My apologies ma'am. I didn't mean to disrupt your work."[break][break]

Wait.. a researcher? Was she a scientist? She couldn't be the League's head scientist, could she? Fuck.

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