"n-no!" she raises her voice a bit, and catches herself afterwards - luckily its not loud enough to catch the attention of people who are already minding their businesses. although she still pulls out her own wallet to hand the cashier money, quickly, before picking the bracelet back up. [break][break]

he's so full of himself, so crafty, and sly, and flirtatious - argh! they never taught her how to deal with these sorts of people while in training! what does she do when the criminal she's supposed to arrest was good at his job, and was crazy enough to keep getting close to her? [break][break]

she's used to criminals running away from her, not running to her at any given moment, from any direction. [break][break]

just as quickly as she picks it up, she holds it out to him, with her gaze turned the other way, ears maintaining their scarlet hue. it's difficult to maintain her composure. he makes it difficult to maintain her composure. "it's so that i don't have to owe you anything...!" she grunts, and doesn't notice the familiar pendant that dangles from the chain of the bracelet. it's only when she sheepishly lifts her gaze does she realize, paired with the chiming of a cashier in the back who so brightly gasps "oh, so you were picking up the matching bracelet for your partner~"[break][break]

... ah, fuck.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

☉

"you're far from innocent.." she grumbles, and hates this. hates that she knows she can't arrest him. hates that she knows that there's no evidence pointing to his crimes. hates that there's no tangible proof of his misdeeds. it's so, so frustrating.[break][break]

her eyes lower to the necklace that sits on her chest, with the dainty chain wrapped around her neck. irritation swells, as does embarrassment, and irritation from the embarrassment. why should she be at his mercy like this? why does he act so sweet to her? although he confesses, insisting that he likes her, and finds her interesting, and endearing, she'll be a fool to trust what a man built on manipulation and lies will say. [break][break]

she's a fool for starting to fall for it. [break][break]

"i-i--" she stammers, slightly, raising her hands to gently pinch her ears, hoping to hide the sides of her face with her arms "i'm very clearly not..!" her brows furrow, and a crease forms between them as she quickly tries to narrow her eyes. she'll try to fins something - anything - to distract her, and that's when a bracelet came into view, where she picks it up, and turns to the cashier. "could you stop teasing me for one second..?"

Dal-yong Nam [break]

☉

he's.. so difficult. [break][break]

he's so difficult to deal with, so difficult to keep down, so difficult to just.. deal with, and handle. still, no matter how she tries to push him away, and resist, the sly smile on his lips and the glare that he gives her so casually comes to be more difficult to resist. [break][break]

he's a grifter, he lies. he cons and he lies and he's good at manipulation. she knows that he's gotten this, somehow, and she knows how dangerous this is. still knowing this, her face flushes red, and her cheeks turn to a scarlet and the colour bleeds to the tips of her ears. she just has to endure this little bit. [break][break]

"you.. have a really weird idea of what's endearing." she mumbles in response, eyes narrowed. if she emulates disgust enough, it'll mask the thumping of her heart, wouldn't it? that's how it works, she'll tell herself "and it's because i have to arrest you?" she's blunt, though her words betray her expression "n-not.. be here with you putting a necklace on me.."

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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aha. [break][break]
fuck. [break][break]

don't put fiora and a ghost together, or you'll get.. whatever this is. whatever this display was, of a woman holding a yamper in her arms and trying to contain the little, energetic ball of plush. she's not scared, not at all - there's an entirely different reason as to why she's sticking to a man's large figure so closely, and there's a reason she is most.. certainly not shaking in her boots. she isn't shaking. she isn't scared. she isn't. [break][break]

but the slightest creak in the night sends shivers up her spine, and still makes her jump, and has her arms tighten around the plush dog a little too hard and prompts a soft yelp as she immediately loosens her grip. "ah.. y-yamyam, i'm so sorry." she glancs down to the dog, who only huffs in disapproval. [break][break]

she's sticking close behind, though her brows furrow when her gaze instinctively draws to the nooks in the darkness. "i'm.. not scared." she'll insist, with the slightest gust of wind making her jump again. "i-i'm! not.. scared at all. not at all."

Calix Nikolau [break]

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she's really taken more time than she should have. at this rate, she was probably going to run late, though.. her target has most certainly been long gone. [break][break]

gathering herself, she manages to give the man a slightly brighter smile. she couldn't very well go.. ruining his day or his mood by venting a little bit, right? then she perks up, letting his words sink in, that time to give a warmer smile his way in response to his encouragement. [break][break]

"thank you, the encouragement helps~" the officer chimes, tilting her head slightly, then moving out of the way (both for him and herself, to begin making her way out of the cafe). she has.. other work to take care of, anyways. like patrol work. [break][break]

.. is what she would do, but then she gets a little call on the walkie talkie.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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"... a little sour, i guess." [break][break]

she's an officer, so she shouldn't be getting like this. shouldn't be getting frustrated, shouldn't be ranting a little bit, shouldn't be burying her face against her hand while trying to run in circles with someone who should already be behind bars. his attempt to cheer her up doesn't go unappreciated, base on how she can only give him a slightly wry (tired) smile as sherubs her face once again. [break][break]

fiora sighs "even so, it shouldn't be taking this long.." and she's distressed, slightly. if she can't do something as small as this, then it was going to be a problem, wasn't it? [break][break]

.. oh, but what is she stopping by to talk to a patron of the cafe for? especially when he doesn't have important information? the officer straightens herself back up, pen from the coil in between her fingers. [break][break]

"i'm sorry for taking your time.. i still should try to look for this person." she was still on the clock, after all.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

☉

you know, it's nice being on the other end of this kind of teasing. it's a pleasant change in pace, especially when he's the one who's always been so amused seeing her reactions. some balance is needed to be struck. though, the amusement is cut short when she feels herself getting pulled around, the back of her neck resting against a man's shoulder as an arm reaches around to hold her by the waist. [break][break]

"wha--" she starts with, twirled around. the suddenness brings a pinkish tinge to her cheeks, glancing to him. god, he looks so damn proud. "i--" cut off by the sound of the camera going off on the camera, she pauses, then opts to calm down with her hand holding onto his arm. "god, don't surprise me so suddenly.." man was like a ghost.

end - photo

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on the few days she isn't suffering under the weight of work, she's out on a nice, pleasant jog around the routes. though, she can't exactly say she remembers how she managed to stumble upon the jagged pass in her travels, there wasn't any sense of urgancy to turn back. after all, she had her pokemon. worst case, she would have her metagross carry her home. [break][break]

the jog was going smoothly - so she thought, until a sudden bubble beam was shot at her. the bubbles don't hurt too much (thankfully), but they do some damage to her clothing. not quite drenched, but certainly damp and weighing against her skin. "ack--" she grunts, immediately turning her gaze to where it came from. then the source's trainer pops up. [break][break]

she'd be upset, but.. the perpetrator was a piplup, so she can't be too angry. and so fiora sighs softly, removing the now damp hoodie that was starting to get heavier as the water sunk in. "it's fine, don't worry about it. i needed a way to cool off, anyways~." though still sighing, she can't get mad at a baby pokemon. her brief discomfort however, is offset with a smile and soft giggle. [break][break]

"i didn't expect to see anyone here, either" she starts, wrapping the hoodie's sleeves around her waist "what brings you out?"

Asahiko Hakuryuu [break]
hiiiii

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for the love of--[break][break]

the primarina stares in subtle disbelief, for she is dumb, but even she knows pettiness when she sees it. the poor baby pokemon looked like they were going to cry at the sight of a big ghost bird aggressively flapping his wings at them for no particular reason, and she ends up pouting again, just a tad more. [break][break]

fine, if he wanted to spite her so badly, he can spite her. because with the clapping of her fins, in an attempt to grab the baby pokemon's attention, though really it was forming a white ball between as she clapped, and she's about to send an encore at the aggressive bird to keep him going. [break][break]

.. until she hears a familiar shout from her trainer, calling her over. the primarina stops in her track, glancing over her shoulder to take a look at the woman from the fence, and pouts while sliding over to her. [break][break]

she can encore the bird another time. [break][break]

if he won't sing, he'll dance. one day.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

☉