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Evan chuckles, shaking his head at the kid but it's not something demeaning by any means. He finds his excitement endearing in its own way. Even if it does make him feel a little old, not that he would let it show. "Thank you."

Evan strolls over to where the kid wanted them to be standing for the picture. "That it is." Evan stood next to him with his usual relaxed nonchalance, as if he didn't have a care in the world. It hides the slight tension in his jaw at the idea of having his picture taken, something he doesn't fault the kid for wanting and he's not one to dampen his excitement with his own problems. He'll survive anyway. He tries not to blink at the flash, force of habit and manages to do so just barely.

He chuckles again. "Oh i'm sure you would have gotten it eventually, just might have taken a little more time is all." he means it too, he believes people will always get there at one point or another. "Coming, coming." he says, a little sing song and he meanders back over towards the camera, but something catches his attention.

Evan turns to the sky, a flutter of wings getting his attention for the moment as seeks the source of it. Curiosity getting the better of him.

"Did you see what that was?"

alec foster
>>buying us time friend

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Evan laughs with the same jolly amused sound he always does at well, just about everything. Little maple is by no means an exception to the general evan rule. Her melodramatic flare returns the smile to his lips as he watches her, hands moving to his hips and wait for her to pull herself together.

She does, after a moment, and he waits a little longer to let her talk. "That's exactly why I suggested it." he returns to the cleaning he was in the middle of before she had interrupted him, shaking his head a little as he wiped down another part of the counter.

"The problem if you don't like to socialize the same way they do, but you want to try. Most everyone can handle sitting down and watching a movie and it allows you to spend time in each other's company. It gives a common ground to speak about after and can, perhaps, bridge the gap before it gets too big." he says with a gentle grin, the kind she's surely used to seeing on his face. He's being a doting mother, the gentle big brother, insisting she do something that will help the situation more than make it worse.

"And frankly if that doesn't work I would suggest trying again but you can't make her like you or make the two o you get along. Just do your best Maple, it'll work out or it won't and neither way is a bad thing."

The again, evan tended to give better advice than he knew how to follow and it was entirely possible for his words to fall short. If the girl even took them to heart enough to put them into practice. Time woudl tell.

@maple

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"Don't answer them then." Of course his answer comes from a lack of care about his public image, alongside not having much of one. His second name is a much more popular one, even the man in front of him might recognize it but Evan has gone to great lengths to prevent a face from being associated with it.

He realizes that's probably too frank of an answer after he says it and has to think a moment about a better way to put it. "Or rather, just don't really engage with it until they get the hint?" he tries again. "The way I see it you're just as entitled to enjoy yourself as anyone else it without having such things follow you around 24/7."

Which is exactly why so few know him as the published author that he is, because he's not about to tolerate his private life being pried open.

FERNANDO SILPH

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It had taken a fair amount of coaxing and a little finagling to get the two of them in the karaoke room together for the night. Between their mutually busy schedules and the fact Evan insisted on it being away from their usual haunts as a break away from the normal drama that followed the both of them around as of late it took the kind of effort that was sure to make the evening a little extra worthwhile.

Evan had reserved a private room in the establishment for just the two of them, decked out and Lars' favorite drink was already sitting on the table waiting for him. The bramble might not have been the same as the ones from the Stray (more so the ones from him) but it was his all the same.

Just like the man sitting on the couch that's along one of the walls. The room was clearly intended for a small group but evan didn't mind, doubted lars would either. He'd put the extra effort into this for a reason, he was the doting type but it was a little different with Lars. He was even dressed to impress for once, the black button up shirt and dark (well fitting) jeans showed him off a little more than normal. Evan almost looked classy with his hair pulled back and his piercings picked with care (all the ones Lars seemed to stare at the most) and one might think he actually cared to make an impression.

You'd be better off not asking him though, they both knew how well he didn't handle those emotios bubbling to the surface.

"Bout time you showed up babe, was starting to worry another one of those beasts was whisking you away." he jokes when the door opens to a familiar face, the one he's been waiting for.

Laurence Anderson
link

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The holiday is a popular one for establishments like his. Many go out seeking a night of romance and glamour and Evan is eager to foster such things within the confines of the Stray. Though he can't say it's something he's ever really experienced for himself before, he's watched it in others and see no reason not to play his part in it if he can.

And that's how they come about this lazy afternoon, in the back of the Stray. He's shut it down for lunch for the day so that he can test a thing or two. After all few realize just how good of a cook Evan is, and tonight he'll be playing baker too. Cakes and cookies already line the counter, stashed away on trays and bins for later in the night but some of the items that will be on the menu are a little more select.

He's busy shifting through ingredients, looking over the selected recipes and deciding once and for all what his choices will be for the night.

That's when his taste tester walks into the Stray's Kitchen, led there by one of his many pokemon who had already been instructed to do so. The Blaziken is a familiar face around the tavern at this point.

Laurence Anderson
mission

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The entire scene erred on the side of ridiculous. It had taken far more effort than it should have to make it in the entrance to begin with- they couldn't seem to settle on a matching set of of pokemon ears to wear which the ticket seller insisted they have and frankly, Evan was like an excited 5 year old that couldn't keep his hands to himself. Really he was only doing so now because they were on one of the many roller coasters that had been set up in the fair.

And then it stopped moving.

"Oh."

They sat at the top of an incline, in the front set of seats (evan insisted) in espeon and umbreon ears, set to die if or some reason the ride did not start back up again properly and simply dropped.

"It's a nice view though you know, I think I can see the beach from here." Evan peers in the distance, amused by the sight from this high up on the ride. He almost enjoyed the malfunction just because it meant he got a real good look at things.

Laurence Anderson
lission

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Evan laughs, quite heartily at the young man's comment. A small part of him wishes he could say he understand but truly, he has no idea what that must be like. "Well some people are just that way you know? They don't mean to be they just kind of are." at least in Evan's experience that was true. Some people simply came in that flavor of humanity even when they were happy and in a good mood.

A finger scratches at his cheek as he manages to get the camera to click into place. Without any further trouble he manages to get the tripod and its passenger set up in the spot the young man had been determined to have it earlier. "Alright, just as long as it's not too many." because he's not much for having his picture taken, but that's a story for another day.

@balance

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"Sometimes being the bigger man isn't satisfying though." it's a little more snippy than he intends for it to be, but to be honest it was supposed to stay in his head not be said out loud. It's a bad habit though, talking like no one is there. a byproduct of a life style where no one was ever really there. Most presences where fleeting even when they meant something. "Yes it was galarian by the way"

Evan's not really paying attention to their surroundings right now, the path ahead and behind is mostly quiet anyway and there's no need to really split his attention right now, it means he can focus on the conversation with Orion and trying not to be too riled.

He takes a moment to breath. "You'll get there, okay? It takes a lot of time and effort but you'll get there. Trust me, I know I seem pretty unbotherable but I wasn't always this way I had to choose to be. And then actually being-"

He's oblivious to the shaking pokeball on his belt, not quite catching it while he talks to Orion. The vaporeon at his side seems to stare at the ball intently however.

"Well you can see how that works out some days."

Orion Lykos
>>passing

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Evan perhaps, thought more than most about how the best way not to raise suspicions was to not be suspicious looking to begin with.

So Evan makes an entrance as he always does, catching the door before it can close behind a familiar looking face and pushing it back open with a gentle nudge. He hadn't even realized she was the one in front of him even though he really should have been. It was a surprise to see her but it made it easier to confirm he may very well be going in the right direction.

Look, it was easy to get lost in fortree when you were a scatter brain.

"Knock knock every body home yet?" Evan says, peeking his head in to be sure, waiting for a proper invite in of course before he'll care to enter. If there's one thing he can be relied on for its the ever calm expression on his face. Even with another of the beasts standing right in the middle of Orion's living room. Nothing about Evan suggests he's even mildly on edge about any of this, not like he should be, not like every one else probably will be.

Though most don't know it, those contacts cover up to worry and concern his eyes, hey keep the world from knowing that deep bellow this worries him.

There are too many trails leading back to home.

Orion Lykos @youkon Laurence Anderson Stormy Silph

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Evan chuckles softly, taking the camera and looking it and the stand over for a moment before responding. "I don't know about that, she's a grouchy old noibat these days but I owe her a favor or two so I have to stop by now and again." at least that's how Evan saw it, whether or not the old lady agreed was, of course, up for debate.

Evan looks over both items in hand and realizes it's one of the new fancier ones that accounts for the advancements of tech in general and it takes him a moment to process what he's looking at. After a moment he looks back up at alec. "Sure, if you'd like I suppose. Just one."

He didn't have the heart to tell the kid no, though having his picture taken wasn't his favorite thing. He supposed this was an innocent enough request he could allow it anyway.

Of course he had to figure the stand out first and that meant fiddling with it a bit, which was in and of itself a troubling sight from a space cadet of a man.

alec foster

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i hope the c-section goes well, no complications and you enjoy the heck out of those starry eyed days of your new baby <3