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[attr="class","giada i"]you know, it's probably not the best idea to insert yourself into the middle of a dance with predacious creatures but when has she ever had good ideas? never.

and that is really how she finds herself laughing and twirling with the lurantis. they pay her no mind, truthfully, but she's having a ball. besides, those solar blades? super elegant. the way they slash through the air with glowing ease is captivating and she's hook, line, and sinker.

"hey, hey," she'll try to call their attention to her as she twirls a little closer. it falls on deaf ears but she'll keep going anyway. "can you teach me that next?"

no, they definitely can't. but, if only to try to get something out of them, she'll toss a pokeball into the mix. will they slash it apart or let it capture? either way, she spins around again and laughs at the thought.

PrtOAsrp
swarm.

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[attr="class","giada i"]wow, jeez, so much help! close your eyes. so simple she almost wants to laugh. instead, she offers another groan, a little more exasperated this time around. does he realize what he's saying or is he too distracted to notice he's providing banter? and not even the fun kind. rude.

"you suck," she comments with another huff. she turns away, then, to idly stare at the tv. it's playing some talk show she doesn't know or really understand. the topic escapes her and she's really just watching mouths move to entertain herself somehow. briefly she considers changing the channel until something more exciting comes up but finn's talking before she can and she's drawn back to him.

there's a little hint of surprise coloring her features when he unplugs the laptop and rises. and then, he's joining her in the bed and she's laughing because she didn't know it could be that easy. he shifts to get comfortable and she shifts closer, a satisfied grin rising to her lips. "better," she confirms. it's comfy and warm and is this the part where they snuggle? probably.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she opens her mouth to offer him a comment, probably suggestive in nature knowing her, but all that comes out is a soft gasp. the earth begins to shake, the ground shivering and groaning beneath the weight of something or someone. she's shaken off her perch and while most cats land on their feet, she is the exception. she hits the ground with a soft thud and a mild laugh. damn, already?

well, he wanted entertainment, right?

giada's pushing herself off the ground as he ushers his pokemon into the fray. from her spot, she can see something shiny glistening in the sun. it's lodged between the rocks of the rhyperior's body. man, that has to hurt. is that why it's rampaging? poor thing... while she drifts a little closer to get a better look, his pokemon make quick work of bringing it down. hell yeah, cats!

"do you want me to tie it up or something? keep it still?" as if to further her point, she uncoils her whip and lets the end mildly snap against dirt. otherwise, she could always try having her skitty sing it further into sleep? she'll slide up to the man's side but her eyes never leave the rhyperior. how'd it manage to get something stuck in its arm? she didn't know that was a thing but i mean, if you have literal rocks for skin then things are bound to get stuck right?

and while she should really wait for sebastian to give her an answer, she doesn't. instead she shifts a little closer to the slumbering beast. there's a surprising gentleness that comes with her next movements, as if she's suddenly aware she could hurt it more by tying it back. hopefully, it's in a deep enough sleep to not feel what comes next.

"there," she murmurs once the whip is tied to restrain the beast enough for little resistance. "start chipping." her bisharp lingers by her side to provide extra muscle should the beast wake up while her skitty is more interested in the pretty stone in its arm and stays closer to sebastian's side.

Igor

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[attr="class","giada i"]cue an eye roll and a huff from the blonde. her, not resting correctly? rude. although, he doesn't actually know much about her to make the assumption. if she had to guess, though, he's probably correct... oops?

"how am i supposed to rest, then?" she lets her eyes drift back over to his spot on the couch. the light of the screen illuminates his features but all she can see is concentration. hmm, okay, maybe this isn't so bad.

except, he speaks again and she can't help the little groan that escapes. an hour? how is she supposed to occupy herself until he's done? watch tv? ugh. fine. a hand reaches for the remote to idly click on the tv. even as the mild noise begins to fill the room, she's still distracted by him.

"because," she murmurs, lifting her head enough to fix him with a look. "it's too big of a bed for just me." and having the bed all to yourself can get lonely sometimes. if there's one thing she hates, it's that lonely feeling. gross, no thanks.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]"you know," she drawls, not even bothering to look in his direction to know he's barely listening. "this wasn't exactly what i had in mind?"

and by this, she definitely means her sprawled out on the bed while he pours himself into his article. yeah, definitely not what she had in mind. and yet, she doesn't have it in her to fully complain.

instead, she simply heaves out probably the hundredth sigh of the night and stretches a little further into the blankets. at least the bed is comfy? at some point, she turns over to lay on her stomach, feet rising to idly swing in the air.

"are you almost done?" giada murmurs once it feels like an hour has passed since she last spoke. realistically, it's only been five minutes at most and she's nothing more than a pest.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]maybe? an almost pout rises and she has to stop herself from questioning him further. it's dangerous to push and even more dangerous to play too far into his hand. naturally, she will anyway but she'll at least try not to?

"what's stopping you?" she murmurs. and while she wants to linger near his body, she decides that now is a good enough time to pull away. leave something for him to chase, maybe. at least, that's the intention. part of her understands she'll do the chasing but that's fine. it's her favorite game, after all.

she hums around the glass of the next drink. there's mild consideration before she simply downs the whole thing. whether he decides to relent or not, she's had enough drinks. it's either she cuts herself off or the bartender does it for her. and one look at the man informs her that he's close to doing just that. she slides the glass back in his direction with a wink.

"yeah, resting, sure," she drawls. whatever will get him to keep spending time with her is what she goes with. and yeah, he probably won't give in to her but the company is nice enough that she won't complain. much, anyway.

she doesn't hesitate when she rises from her seat and pushes away from the bar. the look she gives him is expectant once more, as if she's waiting for him to give her a final answer.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]ambitious? huh, most just call her ambitchious. ha, hilarious! anyway, back to this.

"i could do a lot of damage in any state," she offers. and while it's more so that she's just a train wreck at any given time, it's also mostly fact. heists have been pulled in similar states and so far, she's still pulling a fast one on the cops so that's a plus. her smirk shifts into something more flirtatious than it had been before. and she doesn't bother to hide it or the way her eyes roam for a moment before returning to his.

"mauville's very far," she murmurs. really, it's too far for either of them. although, her bed will definitely be missed for another night. it's intentional when she brushes against him and even more intentional when she leans back into his ear. "is that a yes?" or does she have to try a little harder?

she doesn't notice when the next one comes.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she has to pause, has to process his words a little further. he really just... no way. no fucking way! she can't stop the laughter once it starts. and really, it shouldn't be funny but it is because she doubts he means it in the way she takes it and that makes it even better.

she takes a moment to gather herself if only to stop from giggling in his ear. there's a breath or twelve before she can finally get out any words. and when she does? well... good luck, finn.

"if i have anything to do with it, you'll definitely get no rest." she'll leave it up to his imagination but she knows as well as he does what her game is.

in an attempt to calm herself, she follows his lead and sips this drink. it doesn't taste as good when she sips, she realizes. more of a down the whole thing and load up the next kinda girl, really, but this is fine too. it still burns all the same. "there's hotels," she offers nonchalantly. definitely solidifying her intentions but it's fine.

she only half understands that he won't take her up on the offer anyway. too professional and all that fun stuff. a girl can try, though. right?

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she can't help but laugh as he follows suit with his own drink. finally, a glass he doesn't drag out! she's pleased, that much is obvious by the way she smirks a little wider. of course, the little mocking clap is merely just for show but hey, he didn't take forever to finish that one and that deserves some praise.

"all work and no play?" does everyone solely focus on work? buzzkills. "that must be boring. the article can wait, you know." obviously she doesn't expect him to put it off or even not do it but damn if she won't try to distract him a little longer.

rest, right. her body's still recovering. sometimes, she forgets that it's not as simple as just slapping a bandaid on the wound and calling it a day. if she was actually capable of it, maybe she'd even be a little embarrassed. she's not, though, and she waves it off with the bandaged hand and another laugh.

"i'll rest when i'm dead," it's only half a joke? sort of? her mind continues down a path it probably shouldn't, however, and she doesn't hesitate to lean a little closer. her lips seek his ear as if the bar is too loud for him to hear her. it isn't but shh. "unless you want to rest with me?"

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]a smirk turns sly when he settles back beside her. the recorder is clicked off and hidden away and she has a feeling this is where it gets good. there's little hesitation when she angles her body toward him, shifting a little closer. recorder off means play time, right?

"no, thank you," she murmurs, raising her glass to gently tap the edge of his. it's finished within moments and the empty glass returns to the counter. she laughs, settling her elbows onto the counter and propping her chin on the back of her hands. "you could take my time whenever you'd like, darling." any time, anywhere.

maybe she'll break him out of that professionalism. and maybe it'll be tonight or it'll require more work but that's a game she's more than willing to play.

she turns her attention to the bartender to ask for another but she keeps talking. if only because she's under the impression that if she doesn't entertain him, he might head off to work on that article and we can't have that, right? "you gonna stay and keep me company?" she wants confirmation anyway, though.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she brushes off the next apology as quickly as it comes. it's fine, she's fine, that's it. she'll try to offer him a smile, try to be reassuring, but it just looks funny on her features. as if she can't express anything other than playful or seductive. well, she tried. it's the thought that counts.

"it's fine," she retorts, a little more adamant this time. it's paired with the slight roll of her eyes before she's stepping toward him, smile shifting into a grin. "i'm a big girl, i can handle it."

oh, he thought the drinks were for what happened? honey no... she just likes to drink. a laugh escapes before she can stop it and she tries to hide it with running her good hand through her hair.

"something like that," she doesn't bother to correct him. last thing she needs is a reporter knowing she has a drinking problem. besides, who would she be if she turned down free drinks? she reaches for his hand again if only to lead them back to their spot at the bar. "next few, huh? such a gentleman." it's definitely teasing but the concept still stands. he's a gentleman, that much is fact.

the bartender isn't even remotely surprised when they return and she already signals for another.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]the fuck that escapes him might have elicited a soft gasp from her but she chooses to ignore it. instead, she focuses on him and the way his eyes are on her. funny, she didn't know she needed to show off her battle scars to get his eyes on her.

"it's fine," she shrugs off the sympathy as best she can because really, she's probably been through worse. well, probably not but she's still kicking so that's enough for her.

her clothes are fixed back into place as he asks a question and her hands still. her eyes drift up from her body to his and she lets out a slightly bitter laugh. no one told him, huh? "the tyranitar did a bit of it."

there's a pause while she finishes placing clothes. and once she's satisfied does she give him more information, head tilting to watch his reaction. "mostly it was the guy and the knife he had. really did a number on me but it's fine." everything's fine. it only hurt a lot but oh well.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she waits until he realizes he has nothing left in his glass before taking the opportunity presented. he agrees, somewhat surprisingly, and she's ready to move. the tapping of a heel against the floor reveals her need to get up, to get this show on the road. and naturally, she finishes off her own drink before rising from her seat.

there's only a small wobble, barely noticeable if one isn't paying attention to the way she moves. and while she wants to move faster, her body still aches and she's left to linger. her hand reaches for his to pull him toward the bathrooms.

"follow me," she whispers first, then smiles and tugs at his hand.

if he continues to hold her hand, she doesn't notice. instead, she's already guiding them toward the little hallway with the bathrooms. it's a little brighter here but not by much. enough light to show what she needs to, however.

her hands move to pull at her clothes until stitched wounds are put on display. there's still wrapping around her dominant hand, holding bones in place. and while she wants to say they look cute, they definitely don't. there's a little bit of blood around some of the stitches, not enough to be worrying but enough to stain.

"you should see the other guy," she tries to joke but the state of her body, with all the ripped skin stuck back together and the purple bruises, is not that funny of a matter.

Finley Black