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Briefly does the broadcaster remove his glasses with a free hand. Could he believe his eyes? The Eevee upon Cristóbal's shoulder does a double take of his own before, with a tilt of the head, settling its focus entirely on the Beedrill that wears a mount.[break][break]
"A Pokémon rider, huh..?" On a very.. non-traditional Pokémon to mount. A hand rises to return a wave to the Pokémon. After a pensive pause where the Castillo returns his glasses to their rightful place, he continues.[break][break]
"It's different, I quite like it. Well, Shalin, I'm Cristóbal. It's a pleasure to meet you. What brings you here today? Will you be helping out with the excavation? I'd love to get to know you, and this magnificent Beedrill better." It seems that it might have been the influencer's lucky day; what an interesting guest to have on his livestream!

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    The sly craftsman laughs, running a hand through his hair but a single time.[break][break]
    "Following..? I prefer.. Enamored by fate." He maintains his playful countenance while his gaze remains practically glued between the two cameras. Cristóbal hadn't looked at the other directly since he sat. The dark-haired male was too preoccupied with making sure the interior lighting reflects the charismatic twinkle of his eye in just the right manner. It's not until the conversation advances does the Castillo opt to face the other. Feigning surprise yet again, brows raise, lips parting ever-so-slightly.[break][break]
    "Oh? So you know of me?" Lips curve upward into a gentle smile. "I'm honored." He catches their gaze briefly, before shifting his focus to the other's lips, then casually alternating his focus between the two. So far, Cristóbal gradually leaned closer to Mint. That is until the statement that follows. He leans backward, raising his free hand to gently prod at his lower lip while he ponders.[break][break]
    "Reclusive? Me? I would say that I'm the opposite. I decided to take a visit to Lilycove city and savor the local cuisine." His inflection becomes laced with honey when he nears the end of his response. Throughout the entire ordeal, not only was Mint's viewership rising, but Cristóbal's found a steep incline. The art student's digit glides against his lower lip in satisfaction.

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An all too familiar tap of the screen cues a familiar beep; the Castillo has begun to broadcast! After briefly skimming the seemingly infinite number of names that amass upon his screen, he playfully places a finger on his lower lip and winks.[break][break]
    "Hey, everyone! Today we're getting a little bit out of our comfort zone, assisting Slateport City's finest with their latest excavation! Can you even spell excavation? Well, I couldn't, before a few hours ago." The artist laughs. "It seems that a very talented archeologist has found this area to be very valuable, and so, when I got their call I thought: what better way to help out and bring awareness to a community project? I'd love for you all to spread the word, and get involved with any projects that you can." The sly craftsman not-so-subtly switches his stance several times; shifting between poses as he silently ponders which position would best showcase his greatness under the current conditions. His posing abruptly stops when a quizzical brow is arched. He seems to be.. squinting at his own broadcast?[break][break]
    "Is that..?" Cristóbal glances over his own shoulder, noticing the floating, massive bee-type Pokémon that seemed to be transporting a person. He signals the pair over with his free hand. The Eevee resting on the Castillo's shoulder leans backward in curiosity, practically falling off in the process, before Cristóbal twirls on a heel to face the pair. He adjusts his camera angle adequately to capture the group. "And who might you two be? Don't forget to smile-- we're live."

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In a single hand sat the virtuoso's phone, shifted horizontally to provide a landscape view of him and the coffee shop interior behind him to his viewers. The other reaches toward the counter to grab his allotted mug, filled to the brim with warm chocolatey goodness. His curious gaze shifts to the center of the newly acquired drink, eyes widened ever-so-slightly. Cristóbal's lips part, gently exhaling onto the heated drink. Ripples rupture from the epicenter of the mug, reflecting in the deep dark pools of the trendsetter's gaze. He maintains this breath for a brief moment before finally opting to take a swig of his drink. There's a slight pause. The artist contemplates, lowering the mug from his lips.[break][break]
    "Hmm." Eventually does Cristóbal roll his eyes before returning his gaze to his front-facing camera. Flashing an alluring smile, he continues,[break][break]
    "Alright, I'll give credit where its due: to all the Lilycovians, and everyone else who recommended their cafés, it's better than I expected." After a wink toward the camera, Cristóbal's stare scours every corner of the café. To the ordinary onlooker, Cristóbal appears to be looking for a seat. But in truth, the sly craftsman knew his target hours before landing in Eastern Hoenn. Another social media connoisseur who, from the artisan's research, seemed to frequent this café around these hours. With his target acquired, the Castillo reflexively feigns a gasp, eyes widening slightly.[break][break]
    "Is that.." He approaches, keeping his phone slightly above-head so that his movement may be recorded. Daringly, he takes a seat beside Mint Frost, who seemed to be in a live session of their own. He's scooting even closer, inquiring,[break][break]
    "Local pretty boy, Mint Frost?" In a tone low and vivacious enough that it borders on sultry. Cristóbal seats his drink besides Mint's own, then raises a free finger to gently tug and twirl at a strand of his own head of hair, quintessentially fluffy and curly. A playful wink is shared between both of their front-facing cameras.

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