you know what else was disgusting, you oversized owl? [break]
the fact that you won't sing with her. [break][break]

what? so he she had to keep her flippers to herself, and he could just shove his wings wherever he wanted? oh, no no no, that'snot how it worked in this house. the primarina's whistles are put to a stop feeling the grass pokemon try to smother her snout, she her response is to huff quietly as she peeks through his feathers. quietly. pouting. [break][break]

she takes a glance at the one he was referring to - ah, that farmer's tan - and her response? just a shake of her head against his feathers, flippers lifting up in a persistent, annoying attempt to hum and whistle at him. in contrast to the frustrated disgust, the water songstress only pouts. "no!" she huffs, once again, attempting to push his feathers and wings down "it's only a little humming! or hooting! it's such a shame since you have such a nice voice!"

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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ghosts are spooky little shits that she could make do without, honestly [break][break]

.. but maybe she doesn't mind it a bit, seeing that she always seems to be in the presence of one. she hates how he can sneak up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, prompting anxiety and discomfort as she narrows her eyes. her arms are crossed, and the space between her brows scrunch slightly. "or you could be causing trouble.." and she glances at the passing pokemon, both of which were relatively harmless. [break][break]

shifting her gaze back to the flowers, she raises a hand to gently adjust and rearrange the heads of each. she's careful not to crush them, and is thankful that the blunt force hadn't flattened the flora - more than he already rained on her parade. [break][break]

.. as long as he wasn't causing trouble. [break][break]

she doesn't say much else afterwords, but she does finish up with the flowers before turning her attention back to him. "how sentimental of you" she starts, beginning to walk to the next grave that yet needed a flower laid upon the mound ".. don't startle me like that in this place, though."

Dal-yong Nam [break]
skipping

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like that, her hopes, shattered. [break]
her berry garden, unwatered.[break]
her feast, eaten. [break]
her hotel, trivago'ed.[break][break]

anyone looking in would be able to tell that the woman deflated, physically and mentally. the notebook is lowered and the pencil is tucked into the coil of the memo pad. where had they gone?[break][break]

a hand plays with a braid in her hair, and the uniformed woman grumbles, softly. disappointed. "you could say that.." between not being taken seriously, and the feeling of defeat that dawned on her that the criminal could have been long gone, now. maybe she was too bold with her approach. [break][break]

lilac eyes narrow, slightly, as she shifts her weight to one foot. it's faint, but there's a soft pout that follows her soft words "and chances are they're long gone, by now.."

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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i guess you can say she's...[break][break]

ruffling his feathers C;[break]
it's okay i hate myself as much as you do[break][break]

the primarina huffs, and puffs, and really just pouts at the owl who seems less than eager to sing with her. could you believe it? someone, who didn't want to sing with her? impossible, really, but here she is, faced with the apparent impossible event. absurd, really. the stars have aligned, just when she didn't want them to![break][break]

but the image of an own pokemon trying to keep his wings away from a siren pokemon? that was certainly a sight to behold. still, no matter how he may try to raise his wings over his head, and no matter how he squawks at her, she only wears a brighter smile as she aggressively bounces her way over to the avian pokemon. [break][break]

"and i will argue that you don't know until you try it!" she's so persistent, glazing over his attempts to push her away. so she claps her fins together, with the same airheaded smile she's wore all this time "i'll leave you alone after you doooo!~"

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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he never fails to get on her nerves. [break][break]

why is he such a shit, and why is he being so sweet today? she can't wrap her head around it, unless he had some kind of ulterior motive, but fiora is still a woman at heart, and she finds it so sweet when he buys her something she thought was nice (and her heart flutters, hearing him buy it with her in the mind. fuck).[break][break]

frankly, she'd like to fly away like the unfezant whose feathers are left in their wake as they migrate. she doesn't get it. why does her face flush red? why does he make her heart flutter? why? [break][break]

".. i don't understand you.." the red reaches her ears as she sheepishly lowers her hands. "this isn't going to make me fall for you.."

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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playing dumb, again. [break][break]

typical of him to do, but that doesn't answer her question. the woman groans quietly, glancing to the same horse-riding carriage that walks by the two of them. she has no proof, and she hates that he flaunts it. [break][break]

"i'll find some proof, one day." eyes glare out into the distance. threats are made, but she can't follow through with them. she doesn't know if she wants to follow through with them. [break][break]

"i'm not dumb, ryeong." another bite to her tone, a hiss to bury the flutter that came with the gaze he gave her. why is he like this?

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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he's such a little shit. [break][break]

so why does she like spending so much time with him?[break][break]

it's one of his ways to get into her head, and she doesn't want to entertain the thought. at his words, she grumbles softly with her arms crossed, paying more mind to the will-o-wisps dancing in the air for the sake of atmosphere. "of course i'm skeptical" when she doesn't want to be, but you have to be realistic, fiora. [break][break]

"i don't know any criminal who would take an officer out like this, even if it was just interest." her suspicion is voice, and she hides how her eyes hope for otherwise. she would be crazy to believe him. [break][break]

she must be crazy to think this was romantic.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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she's going to be the death of her some day, mark her words. [break][break]

he's so damn amused by her suffering, and she's deck him if it wouldn't be reported for assault of a civilian (though she knows he's anything but, and it makes her want to curl up into a ball with all the frustration in the world). she pouts, and you'd think she was a chipmunk with a filled cheek pouch. "not funny." she brushes the dirt off her, picking up the flowers that've fallen to the ground. [break][break]

she gives a glance at the pokemon, and another pokeball is thrown at the passing duo. "i'm not scared, nor easily startled" unless it's by a giant ghost that comes out of seemingly nowhere, in the middle of a cemetery, when she's alone, but that's a detail he doesn't need to know. [break][break]

"and what are you doing here?"

Dal-yong Nam [break]
catching kadabra

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"in your dreams."[break][break]

her tone is sharp, biting once again. he's being ridiculous - her? falling for him, of all people? impossible. he's a criminal who decide to swindle others, and she's supposed to be trying to arrest him. this is her way of keeping her tabs on him, even though she knows that he's not dumb enough to leave any tracks. it irritates her to no end, knowing that she could slap the cuffs onto him now and call it a day, but it'd lead to nowhere but a slap on her wrist because she has no evidence. it's irritating, annoying, so very frustrating. [break][break]

and he's the source of all this pent up stress. [break][break]

heat rises to her cheeks, rosy skin visible as she watches him reach into his pocket and pull out the wallet that followed his words. "w-wait--" she suddenly chirps up, brows furrowed and she instinctively reaches her hands forwards, resting her fingertips atop of the hands clasped over the wallet. "i-i just said it looked nice, n-not to buy it!" [break][break]

what was he up to this time?

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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though she's a water-type, she's the brain of a ground-type. [break][break]

arceus have mercy, because she's a bimbo walking on land. she doesn't seem to quite understand that he just doesn't want her around, because here she is, despite his squawking. he's telling her to keep the flippers away, and she's here, not giving a damn. i'm so, so sorry you oversized owl. [break][break]

"that's because you won't joiiiin~" the primarina whistles a second time, a smile on her face as she tries to grab onto the large bird a second time, even when he tries to flap his wing away. "just entertain me for a bit! humour me! your trainer likes singing a lot, so you must have sang with him, right?"

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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she's not amused. [break][break]

not when the hunt has led her to such an inconspicuous place. she's half the mind to give up, especially considering how dismissive the people around her ended up being (and it's reasonable, since she was rude enough to interrupt their meals. but was it so difficult to answer just a few question when it involved someone who looked suspicious? maybe it was because she still didn't look like a proper officer, in spite of the blue uniform she wears? who can say). [break][break]

another failed attempt to speak with a passing witness, and she sighs. once again, the snake was going to slip through her fingers, and she was going to be left in the dust, one step behind - and at this point, it'd starting to feel like an insult that sat like tangy iron on her tongue. that is, until a voice chirps up not too far from her, called a man with a playful smile. [break][break]

and the woman pauses, eyeing him for but a few moments as his words register. not only his words, but the fact that he was speaking to her, the officer who probably looked like she was running around like a torchic without its head. though that's embarrassing was how he could tell that she was running around, nearly clueless (she's never had to handle this kind of work alone, after all). "oh, yes--" she starts, moving to the man who so casually stays seated. she takes a deep breath "have you seen anyone suspicious come in here, recently?" asides from herself.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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yes, actually. [break][break]

she's still wondering how she got here, with him of all people. there were actually plans for her to come to the fall faire with a few other coworkers, and her work partner had thought to invite her - until someone else decided to slide hismerry way over and invite her anyways, and at the god damn station of all places, just when she was about to get off her shift. of course, her colleagues who didn't know that the man was a criminal masquerading as a free man supported this date. with enough peer pressure, she ultimately gives in, and that brings us to now. [break][break]

in another multiverse, she could be spending time with her colleagues. unfortunately, this isn't said universe. so she's sitting here, still wondering what she's done to get herself in this situation (eyes of lilac making contact with the bolder xanthous, and one glance can tell that she isn't as amused as her partner). "i still don't know what you have to achieve by bringing me out here.." she's suspicious for good reason, but she can't look at him too long (loathe she is to admit it, she's finding it harder to look at him with each passing outing). [break][break]

she really must be going insane.

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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she doesn't like ghosts.[break][break]

or, no. she didn't mind ghosts. what she didn't like was the dark that came before them. darkness always had a way to blow a shiver up her spine, hence why she had her little pichu to try and keep the area around her lit. ghosts, however, came to a pretty close second. the officer is walking through the cemetery and - though she has no respects to pay in hoenn - stops before a few graves, leaving single flowers over the mounds of dirt. even if she has no one to pay her respects to, that doesn't stop her from coming with a bouquet of flowers with the intention to place on the graves out of courtesy. it's what her father taught her. [break][break]

and she would have carried on peacefully, just fine, kneeling down by another mound to say her prayer until the image of a large, cyclops ghost came out of seemingly nowhere, with hands open and arms stretched out to grab her. her immediate reaction? immediately gasp and yelp a bit, dropping the remaining flowers on the ground as she falls onto her rear. when she realizes just what had come from his abode, and her brows furrow. [break][break]

"oh, fuck me--"

Dal-yong Nam [break]

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