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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]simple enough. she likes simple... less work, more looking pretty. speaking of looking pretty, her eyes shift to watch as marcel barely misses stumbling over her luxray. it brings about a snicker from both cats. who knew he was light on his feet?

maybe it's the thrill of facing off against pirates or maybe it's that she's actually managed to snag marcel for something but she's practically purring by the time they reach the shore. of course, it only lasts for a moment.

water and cats don't exactly mix. her luxray shies away from the water's edge and she's quick to recall the pokemon, ushering a pokeball out and then away. where she manages to keep them is beyond her, really. too many zippers, not enough pockets.

marcel earns a laugh when he turns to her with a question on his lips. he's serious, this much she knows, but oh man is he setting himself up for something! "well," she begins, grin shifting into something predatory. "if you're offering... i'd love a ride." meanings get lost in translation or something like that, right?

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the grin widens at the silence. it's cute, really, that he doesn't have a response yet. almost as cute as the laugh he releases a moment later. of course, him being her boss provides a challenge she can't pass up but... he's a masterpiece and she's merely admiring the art.

"always like this," she answers easily with a chirp. a finger rises to wag a him, paired with a wink and a saucy laugh. "but you being my boss makes a girl wanna work for it." something about a man in a suit... mmm. authoritative figures always have some extra oomph behind them and he's no exception. the time she takes to let her eyes roam him up and down is merely exaggerated for show but the interest behind it isn't. "does it bother you?" she asks a moment later, as if it's an afterthought. really, she should be more considerate but her parents weren't around to teach her manners and the streets are exactly kind to softness.

he elicits another laugh from the blonde before she's shifting to follow him with a chipper "yes, sir!" giada wouldn't necessarily mind if he didn't decide to wait but the patience he displays almost makes her a little more appreciative of his presence. he's a gentleman, she decides with a swing of a leg and the settling of hips behind his. and she's a sucker for a good gentleman.

if he allows it, she'll snake her arms around to hold onto him for the remainder of their little ride. the jingling of keys captures her attention and she's leaning into him just to get another look at the klefki that floats by. cute, she muses with a wink toward the key ring.

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]"oh?" she grins over his shoulder, filing his laugh away as a sound she actually enjoys hearing. perhaps she'll be able to hear it some more when this is over... although she can list off quite a few other noises she'd love to get out of him too. "keep looking like that and that'll be hard to do." how high can hopes get? apparently very when your partner wears suits like it's his job.

she mostly keeps her hands to herself. at least, she tries her hardest. it's not exactly smiled upon to get handsy with your boss but she's accustomed to pushing whatever boundaries she can. besides, can you blame her? her hands have always had a nasty habit of wandering places they shouldn't, usually resulting in pretty jewels and trinkets. maybe he'll be the next trinket she's trying to sneak away with.

by the time they swim into the cavern's opening, she's all but leaning her entire weight into his back. her head rests on his shoulder, eyes lazily watching the shift from light into darkness. and when they come to a stop and he releases his sylveon, she's following suit with two additions of her own. the luxray from earlier reemerges from a pokeball while a zorua joins his side, a snicker escaping. their trainer mirrors the sound a moment later when marcel pipes up once more.

"quite the gentleman," she purrs, deliberately sliding away from him with slowness. heels clack against rock and it should come as no surprise that she doesn't wait for him to leave the lapras' back before she's already slinking a little further into the cave. over her shoulder she'll find his eyes, a sultry grin following. "or did you just want to get a good view? i'm happy to give you more."

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the scolding does little to deter her. in fact, she's almost letting out another purr in response. does she inform him that yes, she does very much enjoy that tone, especially when he's saying her name? no, best to not poke at him further. "fine," she feigns a pout though it doesn't linger for long. "but that offer for more is still on the table for after, casanova." somehow, she has an inkling that he won't take her up on it but a girl can dream, right?

besides, she has a few ideas for that tie of his.

giada follows behind him without hesitation, as if he should always be the one in control. her luxray sticks close to her heels although the same can not be said for the zorua. she's more... adventurous than the larger cat. the world is her oyster and all that jazz. the thief doesn't pay it much mind, instead ushering her along with a snap of her fingers. as marcel had reminded her, they have a job to do first. exploring can come after they secure what's rightfully theirs.

a smirk slides into place when they reach their destination. so many pirates guarding treasure that doesn't belong to them and yet, all she sees are bodies to smack around. this should be fun! his warning falls on half-listening ears and while she'd love to ignore the last part, she's not trying to get on her favorite boss's bad side just yet. "you got it, bossman." a whip is pulled from her waist but she doesn't crack it against rock just yet.

instead, she'll allow him the honors of the grand entrance. and then, when his pokemon shift into action does she spring out herself. the whip is already lashing out toward the nearest pirate while her luxray follows suit with wild charge. the zorua prefers sneakier methods, darting around in darkness before night daze finds a target.

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]hands off meets hands on and the result is surprisingly working well. where he allows his pokemon to clear a path for him, she's chasing the thrill of a fight until there's nothing left to take. another wild charge happens to her side, although she doesn't bother to look to see if it's her own luxray or his sylveon.

realistically, she shouldn't be grinning wider with each body that falls but... well, can you blame her? something about bringing men to their knees with the crack of a whip just sends her into a frenzy. like a shark that smells blood in the water, she's relentless. perhaps a little too focused on her own fight to pay much attention to the pirate trying to slice through marcel. eventually she'll turn to take a peek at his progress when the familiar sound of a body thudding resonates close by.

one final round of wild charge and night daze finishes off the stragglers. or, better yet, those who have yet to run with their tails tucked between legs. she doesn't wait for them to return to her side. instead, she'll saunter back to marcel in time for him to snag rope for her. the expression she wears is almost delightful when it's offered to take. "gladly," she purrs. intricate knots are used as overkill or as a personal little marker of her own touch. either way, she's winking in the bossman's direction as she goes. "tied up men, my favorite." there's a little bit of "this could be you but you playin" in the look she gives marcel.

and while he busies himself with the task of securing backup, she's abandoning the newly tied pirates in favor of joining her pokemon by the stolen treasure. oooh, are those jewels? it's all so shiny even in the dim lighting of the cave. man, what's a girl gotta do to get this kind of loot? a lot, perhaps, but man is she willing.

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]a shame, really, that the grunts come when they do. she's curious about what he'd say otherwise. oh well, no matter! the job is done and there's only treasure left. of course, he causes her hands to still before she can brush a gloved hand against any of the glittering objects. she doesn't bother to hide her amusement, however, when her head turns away from jewels and trinkets to find his eyes. and while the promise of a share is delightful, she's more focused on the second comment.

"i could keep them to you instead," comes naturally, quickly, without much remorse. the matching wink, however? now that is probably overkill but she's hooked on this little game. so much so that she finds herself drifting away from the trinkets to join him again. there's little space she allows, although whether it's purposeful or subconscious doesn't matter for her.

a brush of leather against a suit and she's grinning. pokemon are recalled, his first and then hers. the grunts have the rest handled... does this mean she gets to occupy his time a little more? oooh, the trip back will be fun. he knows her answer, for the most part, but she still supplies it anyway. "bring us home, casanova!" if he'll allow her, she'll snake her arm around his without hesitation. hold him close, sink her claws in. and as if to press her luck further, she's leaning her upper half into his orbit, voice dropping to a whisper. "are you gonna give me the honor of taking you out, now?" for drinks or more, whichever works. anything to mess up that three piece he wears so well.

marcel maeda