so just once ▬ let's do something different

[meno]

Ephemeral. It's a word that implies the meaning of fleeting, short-lived, something that doesn't wait for others to condescend or judge, it teaches the world that everything comes to an end and you should enjoy what experience you were able to grasp, or what beauty you were able to enthrall yourself in.

Sounds mystical and freakin' amazing right?
Wrong.

All the word described at that very moment was how fast the trees that he spotted out the Bus window disappeared as the transport vehicle sped along the uneven road, sending not needed shakes through the bus's shocks and thus effecting the passengers who had braved to take the bus this cloudy day, actually it looked like the clouds were ready to open up and send the world into an eternal deluge....Whatever, a little rain never hurt anyone.

Breathing a sigh that was noted with a half-pint of contentment, Lucky rested an elbow on one of the seats arm rests and cradled his cheek in the palm of his hand, attempting to ignore the snores of the person beside him, how the Hell did Pablo manage to fall asleep with all the rockin' around? It still boggled Lucky hours after, yet it was still a cute picture. Fausto, Pablo's Growlithe, was crawled up in his master's lap, napping away, mimicking his master. Way too adorable, Lucky only wished he had a camera on him.

Even though he was never the type for regret, the blond couldn't keep his mind off of Celadon and how his Abuela was doing, he hoped that the care taker she hired was as proficient as he was...or maybe that was boasting too much, still her words rang in his ears, crisply and coolly; "You don' worry about yer ole' Abuela no more, I'll be fine young'in, now go do that Pokefriend jig and make me a proud, ya hear?" Ah, wise words from an elder, how lucky was...Lucky.

So, here he was, with his best friend, taking the cheap [only one they could afford] bus ride over to Angler's Warf to go and find Professor Hemlock's place to see if any Beginners were available, of course that wasn't saying that neither he nor Pablo didn't have Pokémon already, they both did, but what did one more hurt?

Cirino, Lucky's mischievous Vulpix, took this time to scour the bus and his new surroundings, also not to mention dig through people's carry on bags that were tucked away under their seats. Jumping unto his owner's lap, he pawed gently at Lucky's tattooed chest. <"I'm bored. When are we going to get there?"> The fire fox whined, looking up at the blond's blazing blue eyes with his own dewy ones. "Soon, querido, soon. Hush, I'm as bored as you are..." Scratching behind the Vulpix's ears lovingly, Lucky's eyes grew wide as he just noticed something that most people would've noticed earlier. "Wait, amigo, did you just...y'know, say something, than, I understood it? Whoa, what the Hell was in that free food?" The Hispanic male looked at his hands for a second to make sure he wasn't seeing double, then removed his glasses and gave them a wipe on his pant leg before putting them back on. <"Heehee, you're so silly."> Cirino mused, and curled up in Lucky's lap, not even taking the time to explain.

This is fucking trippy...Oh! Maybe, I'm dreaming...
Or, Pablo decided to slip something into my drink for laughs...
Or..or..

He couldn't come up with a proper reason for how or why he understood what his Vulpix had said, from his prior experience to Pok?mon, all you could hear was their growls and whatnot, nothing more. Why it was changing now into something comprehensible, was far beyond any knowledge Lucky knew. Not wasting anytime to ponder over something that was already starting to give him a headache, Lucky figured the drug would wear off, he'd wake up from this dream, or he'd ask the Professor what was four-one-one with all this business.

"We are now reaching our destination of Angler's Warf, y'all. Please grab your belongings and make a shimmy-shimmy quick haste to dis board, thank-you~" The bus driver had announced, his thick southern accent easily showing through each word that left his lips.

Letting a smile grace his face, Lucky was about to raise his arms to stretch out his limbs, but the bus bumped over a rather large pothole as it rolled to a stop which caused every passenger on the bus to grip something to not fall over, however Pablo was far too deep into a comatose state to know that, so the internal shock cause him to flop over to his right side and rest his head on Lucky's shoulder. Which only caused Lucky to inwardly enlarge his grin and chuckle. "C'mon, amigo, rise and shine it's time to get a move on..." He rasped in a hushed voice, shaking the other's head lightly, attempting to arouse him from his sleep. "Hey look, hot naked men, over there!" Hopefully that would presuade Pablo enough to get his eyes open and heart pumping.

Meanwhile, Cirino gracefully pawed at Fausto, nudging the Growlithe with paw and head-butting his side playfully. <"You too! Up, up! Or we'll leave you in this stinky place~!">

[susumu!]

It was nearly as good as Christmas. Today, this very moment, it was Christmas in the rainy weeks of April. It was the suspending moment over nothing. It was the feeling of praise. It was anything, and everything Pablo imagined it to be. It was what it could have been, it was what it would have been and it was what it should have been.

There was no doubt in how great this day was suppose to be. Pablo didn't doubt any day no matter what he had planned because he planned it. He set his goals so he could obtain them, -- so why have doubt? If one doubt ones self, how can one be successful? It was tough not to think something may go wrong, though Pablo wouldn't let those thoughts pass him. He was living a dream that acted on from his commands', and if doubt were to spark through one would not be successful.

Tough luck, eh?

The dirty blonds bangs' drooped across the male's forehead, his slouched spin edged his bandanna closer to his bangs thus pushing them in sight. However in sight or not, it didn't quite matter since the sense of seeing was rendered useless.

The dry, yet lightly pursed lips of Pablo's murmured faint words not even audible to keen Marills'. Not even Fausto, the Growlithe residing his bed as Pablo's lap could make out what his master was saying, but then again Fausto was on the ninth cloud as well. Thus, both master and Pok?mon were sound asleep. ...Christmas and it's ways of working.

" Mhn..." Traces of saliva dribbled from Pablo's tongue and along his lips as he coated them generously, " ... You know that's a special place Luc-" The male had tossed his head with a jolt, leaving the rest of his sentence unfinished for his mouth was no longer for the public to see, hence being hid into the tops of his vest. Though, let your common sense click in as Pablo doesn't know anyone by the name of "Luc," but he does know somebody by the name of "Lucky." Awfully alike wouldn't you say?

Fausto nuzzled his creamy-peach muzzle against his owners thigh releasing gentle growls as his lips leaned moreso to the left or right. "... You leave him... " The mutt seemed to be warning the unknown, " ... Water types mean nothing to me!" Seeming to have hints of anger now, Fausto beckoned his right paw and rammed his left foot back... Back was toward Pablo and the Pok?mon being on his lap... The stealthy back-paw was aiming toward Pablo's "man-hood." Like mentioned before, tough luck.

With the back-paw coming in contact with Pablo's "special place" it sure had an odd effect on Pablo, " ... Arg!" The dirty-blond couldn't help but release the pain that did inflict with the powerful kick, " ... heh, don't beat the meat Luc--... " Now Pablo's head jerked to the opposite direct moreso towards Lucky.

However, at that time the bus had already concurred the large pothole, so the impact let Pablo rest his head onto Lucky's shoulder. So at least one head was safe for now.

"Hey look, hot naked men, over there!"

"Hmwhatwhere?!" Pablo already somewhat half awake from the pothole, he still reacted like same old Pablo would. Eyes being rubbed quickly, thus now clean, he could see now that was just a trick to wake him up. So, Lucky was just being old Lucky. " Hah-ha, very funny. But you know, some day I'll see hot naked men but I'll keep my mouth shut." Jesting as if he zippered his mouth shut and "threw away the key" Pablo chuckled letting his good ol' smile rise to his features.
" I rather see you naked, amigo, hehehe ... "


With Fausto awake as well from both Pablo awakenings and Cirino pawing at him, the Growlithe growled with distress, " My dream was just starting to get good too!" He whined pawing Cirino's forearm, or at least the area of it, in a playful matter.

"A'ight, guide us oh so mighty "leader", babe." Pablo stretching his arms forward awaiting Lucky's call on to do. The blond wasn't much for decision making, well he was independently, though in the company of Lucky he always seemed to get weak and become submissive to his very command.

[meno]

Fortunately for the public around and Lucky of course, no one could hear Pablo's rather 'suggestive' murmurings of sleep-talking, which most people could deduce as being a 'sexual dream' or 'wet-dream', aside from classifications they were rather one of the most...pleasing of dreams, as most would assume. Don't shrug your shoulders, everyone's had them, they're just scared to admit it in fear of looking like a idiot.

<"Oh boooo~ Don't be a killyjoy Fausty, we're going out to live a dream, remember? So stop pretending and let's a-go-go!"> Cirino giggled playfully at the Growlithe's grumpy ways after coming out of a nap and just stuck out his tongue, mocking Fausto in a sense.

Lucky couldn't help but literally laugh out loud to Pablo's flustered response to his fake attempt at 'persuasion', he knew it'd work, he basically figured Pablo's likings to be; Number one: Hot men, number two: tacos. Well, obviously that's a very shallow way to look at things, but it's best to know someone's weak spots, wouldn't you say? "Aw, who are you kidding, amigo? If you ever saw hot naked men you wouldn't be able to say anything, you'd be stammering and blushing and getting a hard-on the whole time." The blue-eyed blond joked playfully elbowing Pablo in the ribs slightly, but his eyes caught the sign of Pablo's lips glistening against one of the bus's fluorescent lights. "What the..? Are you wearing lipgloss, amigo?" He questioned at first, but decided to figure it out for himself and took his left thumb and gently dragged it across Pablo's bottom lip, and then proceeded to rub his thumb and index finger together. "Ahaha, oh, ew, it's just your spit, amigo, you drooler. What were you dreaming about, eh? Hehehe. Don't worry, I won't tell." Lucky chuckled a bit and ended his sentence with a wink, figuring that Pablo's dream was leaning on the sexual side.

Wiping the two wet fingers on his pant leg, the aspiring trainer shooed Cirino off his lap as he stood up from the rather uncomfortable bus seat, finally getting his chance to stretch out his limbs. "Ah, finally...." He sighed content fully, happy to move around once again. "Leader-babe? Hm, has a nice ring to it. Líder-Nene, sounds sexy~" Cracking his knuckles, Lucky was about to take the first step, but his Vulpix had a different idea.

<"Pfft, you couldn't lead your way out of a paper-bag, tonto. Let me lead the way."> Holding his head up high, the Vulpix strutted his way down the bus alley and leaded the four-some out of the bus, carefully hoping down the steep steps of the bus, nodding to the driver before leaving. Stopping as the group of four touched ground of Angler's Warf. <"Um, one of you tall peoples tell me where the place is? I can't see from down here.>" Cirino said with a bit of pout, not enjoying the disadvantage he was at.

Following his Vulpix obediently, Lucky said with a small embarrassed laugh, "I think I was just emasculated by a Vulpix, how depressing..." None the less, he followed without complaining, stepping out of the bus, glad to smell fresh air again. "What does the place look like again?" Lucky asked, taking his time to take his new surrounding. "Got any ideas, amigo?" He noted towards Pablo, thinking that he might have any idea, even though it was unlikely. However, as the four-some stood like lame tourists, a large droplet of water landed squarely on Lucky's cheek, causing him to look upward and notice the gray sky. "Dammit, looks like rain, if we don't hurry we're going to be soaked." He pointed out the somewhat obvious as he removed his glasses, only to wipe off the water from his lens on his pant leg and put them back on again.

[susumu!]

Fausto, still lightly in a daze sighed at the little dominance his master had. Though, through and through the Growlithe didn't even like his master all that much anyways. Since, in the fire Pok?mon's eyes, he was just useless and incompetent... Someone that didn't deserve to have him on his side or team. Only slightly arrogant, right? However, Fausto couldn't make a fuss about it now, he was already obtained by Pablo, even though be default though still his home was Pablo's Pok?ball, thus no escape. And Fausto knows damn sure he wouldn't last a week out in these dangerous streets. His lack of street-knowledge was pathetic, though that's why he was with Pablo. So, doesn't it work out in the end? It's it just a "win-win" situation?

"What the..? Are you wearing lipgloss, amigo?"

"I... Uh," Pablo reeked of embarrassment, in result of his face filling with a rosy-pink, "Hey! I-- erm, was not!" Well come on, obvious he was. Anyone with a brain, well I mature brain could realize it, "Heh, okay maybe I was..." But hey, as long as Lucky knew it wasn't about him Pablo thought he was in luck. And, as Pablo likes to think, "if in an embarrassing situation just laugh it off... at least you won't be the only one laughing right?"

Anyways, in the end it wasn't even Lucky who ended up to taking the role of "leader" or however the way Pablo put it, it was Cirino. It was really no surprise to Fausto, after all the Vulpix just follows after Fausto anyways. Or rather that's what the arrogant mutt believes and thinks. Though, just taking a glance at Pablo you would see his jaw abnormally lower then normal, he clearly was surprised.

"You -- Cirino spoke ?! Say something again! Lucky pinch me!" Pablo squealed, with his breath increasing it heaps of speed, " I'm so screwed," Pablo wanted to apologize frantically as he knew as well as anyone not take the drinks they were serving in this cheap bus, "I'm wired, baked, I don't know!" He blubbered to himself.

Once the motley crew filled out of the bus, all four of them were blind to what the Laboratory looked like. "Just our luck..." Pablo grunted out loud as he thought Lucky or apparently Cirino knew what to do beyond this point. On the surface, Pablo was bliss and excited though within he wished someone had a road map.. or anything!

"Got any ideas, amigo?"

"Dammit, amigo!" Pablo stuck his tongue out toward Lucky, "I thought you knew... " He added, though he couldn't resist to chuckle as he really couldn't stand the "mad" face that most people do with ease. " 'Yo, he seems to look like an average 'ere... " Pablo weakly pointed to a younger man -- possibly even in his teen, though nonetheless Pablo at least was trying, right? " Well, I'll get 'ere done~" Laughing lightly as he trotted off toward the younger male Pablo wanted to some what help, even if in the lowest measure, he still wanted to say he did something sufficient.

"May I help you?"
" 'Kay, my friend and I were looking for the Laboratory. L-A-B-O-R--"
"Sir, I'm not that thick..."
"Mh, sorry... Well--"
"Here follow me--"
"Oh I'm sorry, I would not like to go in your van sir --"
"No.. I'm the Professor ... "

You could only assume the irritation Lee was consumed in. With and umbrella in one hand, it resting on his shoulder and providing enough shelter for his body from the rainfall, and his other hand carrying a few bags of grocery he surely wasn't in the mood for any labor at the moment. Considering the fact that this "guy" was pretty annoying, Lee really didn't want to handle such a nuisance, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

And on the other hand, Pablo as blank-faced as ever he just wanted to fall to his knees and kiss this guy's shoes. Though, that wasn't adult like nor apologizing frantically like his second option. So, he thought he should handle this situation like a real adult, and like a real man. "Please forgive me... I just wanted some directions.. I really didn't... I --"

"Just get your friend and come with me please." Alright, even though this was Lee's free-time to do whatever he wanted to do, he still swallowed his irritation and offered generously to whomever this was, "Excuse me, could you give me your name?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I-- Just call me Pablo." Oh lord, all Pablo wanted to do was attach a real zipper to his mouth and zip it shut for eternity. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." Today just wasn't Pablo's day today. Tough luck...

"Oh right, come'on guys~!" Pablo beckoned everyone to follow up after him as he then followed after Lee.

[meno]

Hey it wasn't Lucky's fault, he just wasn't the overly...prepared type, nah, quite the opposite, really. He was more of the impulsive, 'let's go already!' type, y'know the ones who don't think before acting. So, it was only natural that he had no clue where he was going, and never even thought about buying a map. Not that he could anyway, his budget was nearly non-existing, and it wasn't because it was huge. It was a possibility that they could just wander around the new city, hoping to find it sooner or later, but with the impending rain, and poor two little fire Pok?mon leading the way, it would be safer to come up with a different and more efficient method of finding the Laboratory.

<"Ew, noooo..."> Cirino whined in depressed and slightly anxiety-laced tone of voice, it was only natural like a fire-brand type like himself would hate and fear the rain so much, it was water after all. <"Not the rain, it'll ruin my coat, and I just groomed it. Fuck me..."> The little fox cursed, tail flicking a bit, he was starting to get angry towards the two humans in presence, how useless could they be? Can't even find a place, how pathetic.

"Dammit, amigo!"

As Pablo attempted to put on that 'angered' expression, Lucky's facial features fell from a smile to a scared frown, shoulders slumping, giving that 'kicked puppy' look. "Perdón, perdón..." He whimpered slightly, repeated the Spanish 'I'm sorry' a couple more times, even though he knew Pablo wasn't sincerely mad, Lucky still didn't feel all to great about letting the group down. He was suppose to be the Líder-Nene after all, total fail. Fortunately, however, Pablo decided to take the initiative and ask directions from someone he pointed out randomly in a crowd, smart move, he could've been a rapist. But, Lucky knew that he probably would've done the same thing, both the impulsive types.

<"Psh, at least he actually does something about it. Lucky you're so sad, seriously."> Cirino scoffed indignantly, gracefully padding his way over to Fausto. <"You're so lucky as least your owner actually has a spine to fix things. And he's cuter than mine, it's so unfair."> The Vulpix continued to verbally bash her master, while he licked a paw and dragged it over his face, attempting to avoid the few raindrops beginning to fall.

Feeling pretty useless, Lucky craned his head to hear what he could of Pablo's conversation with the stranger, from the sound of it, and from Pablo's facial features, Lucky assumed that Pablo had made an ass of himself, what's new? He couldn't help but let out an audible laugh, this stranger didn't exactly look like the type that the two Hispanics would really get along with anyway, it a sense that it was most likely that the two would come off as annoying. However, it wasn't too long before Pablo gestured to the group to follow, which Lucky was thankful for, it seemed like Pablo's plan actually worked, that was a first. Cirino got to his paws to follow Fausto, while Lucky pushed up his glasses and hurried along to walk beside Pablo, stride and stride, following behind this stranger.

"So, who is this guy?" He queried, looking the green-haired male up and down, however they were behind him, so all Lucky got was the back view. "He ain't too shabby looking, eh, amigo? Hehe, he wags his hips when he walks, look. Kinda reminds me of how you walk." Lucky noted, watching the stranger's ass while he lead the group, which was rather rude, but it was too be expected of Lucky's nature.

[susumu!]

Gentle rainfall dribbled from the pointed tips up Lee's tattered umbrella. The small water droplets idly made contact with the floor after dissented from the center of the umbrella. Perhaps it wasn't the idealistic time to go grocery shopping, though Lee being the professor of a regional laboratory he will only got a few hours of so every now and then... And if on a busy day, he won't get on break at all. Stress does seem to build up, however every break Lee does seem to squeeze in, it surely is appreciated.

But no, not today. This break wasn't for entire personal gain, it was for his trusty Pokémon as well. The laboratory was in need for a few necessities, groceries and such. So, considering what Lee was doing it really couldn't have been defied a break, though moreso an errand. However, it wasn't really much the fact that he was doing something out of his somewhat, spare time to quench the thirst of others, oh no, it was now that he had to now prepare two aspiring trainers/coordinators with their starter kit and Pokémon. How what goody. Might as well add so more jobs on the top of Lee's never ending to-do list.

On the other hand, trotting along was Fausto, Pablo's Growlithe. Possibly he was perked to hear they have a connection to the laboratory, however-- was this water he felt running down his muzzle? Utterly and entirely great. Nearly anyone in the Pok?mon-- no entire world know water and fire aren't a good mixture. And isn't it true the water can put out a flame? It is entirely. Thus, Fausto wanted to find some form of shelter to contain the water, well just as long as it was away from him. And if completed, the Growlithe was still going to attempt to be perky. <"Gahh... Pablo Find me a suitable protection-- shelter, anything! And now!">

"Jeez Fausto, why you gotta' treat me like that, eh? I'm not your little hembra, understood?" Pablo barked, while rolling the 'R's" with his tongue in a 'vibration' motion.

The dirty-blond only had a vest to cover himself up with, and even that on him did practically nothing, which was what Pablo was aiming for, perhaps. Not too rub off as too slutty, but a fair amount of him was covered. Though, Pablo just shook his head to himself, if did doubt Fausto wanted the vest, it would do nothing for him after all.

"He ain't too shabby looking, eh, amigo? Hehe, he wags his hips when he walks, look. Kinda reminds me of how you walk."

" His asno is so tiny," Pablo had to release a chuckle before he continued, " D'aww, amigo, you're so hard already~" Tenderly Pablo grazed Lucky's nipple, "Mi córneo amigo~ Nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Oh.. my ... " Lee seem to even stutter in his head. Well, who could blame him? All he could hear from the pair behind him was ' he's tiny," and "your so hard." Despite him not being able to understand nor speak Spanish, or so he thought that's what they were speaking because simply looking at them you'd assume they were Mexican. However, Lee still seemed to keep his head glued forward, as if it had to be because he really didn't need to see what the two teens were doing back behind him.

Now in the laboratory premises, the Professor began,"Uhh... W-we're here, yes... Welcome to Kairuu's Laboratory." Roughing getting through that sentence, the awkward seemed to consume it whole. "Step right in~" Lee nodded, pulling a smile in a jester of friendliness even know just doing so conveyed an uncomfortable aura. " What did I get myself into today ... ?" Walking inside himself, Lee got on task quickly by placing the grocery's along with his umbrella aside.

[meno]

The rain, ick, how could something do gloomy dare to even show it's watery molecules on a important and exciting day like today? Was it attempting to drown their spirits? Wash away their happiness? Dampen their strong resolves? Whatever fun metaphors one could come up with, if one were to know Lucky and Pablo well, then they would know that a little weather could never effectually change their moods for the worse, they far more emotionally stubborn than that, make note of it. Far too positive and persistent. However, both Fausto and Cirino seemed to be an entirely different manner, being both fire-type Pokémon they naturally despised the water and all it's wet-nature. Cirino especially was finding his own moping despair in all this..

<"Why? Why did it have to rain? And why couldn't Lucky be smart enough to bring an umbrella? Or even let me rest in my cozy, dry Pok?ball, Arceus help me..."> Complain after complain, the little fire fox listened to as Fausto started to bark his own complaints towards his own trainer, however that seemed to prove fruitless as Pablo only bit back. Taking the smarter initiative, Cirino trotted away from Fausto's side, past the two humans, to walk beside Professor Hemlock, basically using him for his umbrella. He was pretty cute anyway....Cirino liked this type of company.

"Ahah, well compared to your asno maybe, chica." Lucky laughed audibly while his left hand gently slapped Pablo's ass in a joking manner. Believe it or not, but this was basically normal behavior between the two, actions and words which to be taken for blunt flirtation was always passed for the norm.

"Mi córneo amigo~ Nice ring to it, don't you think?"

It was already very cold outside due to the rainfall, not to mention the rain was icy itself, and with Lucky wearing no type of upper-body clothing was completely freezing. Despite that, sensual goosebumps still managed to run down his spine and make his arm hairs stand on edge when Pablo grazed the blond's bare nipple. "Ahh, no haga esto." Lucky rasped quietly, with a forceful-like tone. "The cold is making me this hard already, I don't need to be full-blown turned on...just yet. Hehehe, ya get me, amigo?" Lucky lightly nudged his friend in the ribs with his elbow. "Hardy-har, aren't you a comic. You're just jealous that you don't get to see my whole body all wet, amigo, face it, you are." This was all in a joking manner, purely, but it could have been taking for far much more than that. It was only right there and then did Lucky realize that Pablo's taunt body looked much more atractivo when wet. Funny.

Finally the Laboratory came into view, and surely everyone rejoiced when the Professor opened the wide doors and ushered everyone else in, of course Lucky first removed his hat to shake off the excess water before stepping in, common courtesy after all. Although, that didn't matter much, both him and Pablo were soaked to the bone, drips of springing forth to dribble the floor below, oopsies.

Walking into the place, Cirino liked what he saw, it was nice and roomy, and smelt really nice too, he much preferred it in here than outside. Waltzing up to the Professor, the Vulpix affectionately rubbed his body against Lee's leg. <"Mm. I really like your place here, can you maybe be my trainer instead?"> The fire fox inquired, much to Lucky's chagrin. "Cirino! Don't say things like that, you're hard enough for me to handle, I'm sure he has enough things to worry about than a flirtatious vixen like yourself." Lucky called to his Pokémon with a hint of discipline in his voice. <"Fine, tonto..."> Cirino sighed, padding back to stand next to his trainer, <"You're such a horrible wing man."> He growled slightly under his breath, which only Lucky rolled his eyes at and ignored.

Although, like master, like Pok?mon, it was Lucky's turn in all this. After all, he didn't even know the kind's strangers name and vice a versa, it was only proper to introduce oneself wasn't it? "Watch my magic." Lucky whispered to Pablo, not wasting any time to carefully approach Lee. "Ah, I have to thank-you for leading us here, without you my group might've been lost out there for who knows how long." He began, trying to sound dramatic and intense, but failing, he did attempt to stress the phrase "my group", however. "Sorry, I haven't properly introduced myself." Removing his dark, damp hat and cupping the top in the palm of his hand, Lucky bent his body to a formal bow, blond locks falling to frame his face. "I'm Lucky Ciro, aspiring Pokémon Trainer." Still keeping his low stance, Lucky managed to grasp Lee's left hand and hold it in a gentle caress, "And you are the owner of this fine residence, I assume? Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Kissing the up-right side of Professor Hemlock's hand, Lucky attempted to voice his tone in a 'silky and sexy' way.

<"What an idiota.">