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Dakota hated to admit it but...His flirting days we're quickly dwindling down. He was losing his skill, worst he was losing his lines. He had used the same line...on the same girl...twice. Never in his young flirting life had he suffered a more embarrassing fate then replaying a line on a girl who just stared at him like he was lame.

It was then somewhere deep inside him....he realized that he need help. From a professional. From a Professional Flirt. Womanizer if one must get desperate but...it didn't matter. He only knew of one other person, older, maturer and knew how to get the ladies. At least from the stories the boy had heard. Plus the same man had made those kick a** big breasted golems hadn't he? So the man had to be awesome, and knew his way around.

The problem was, he had also heard that the man was eccentric and well...a little unstable.

"Wilsoooooooooooooon." Dakota banged on his friends door, smiling. The best way to battle eccentricty is with naivete and simpleness. Wilson was all that and more. Plus Dakota had a sinking feeling that his friend really could use some help with the ladies too. "Wilson, we're going to make a visit to Dr. H." Dakota didn't even wait for the door to open before grabbing Wilson's collar and then dragging him to the Leader of the Life Division's... laboratory? Office? Whatever was behind the door that had the man's name clearly labeled on it.

The office could be described as more executive than laboratory, with mellow lighting, comfortable leather furniture, and it's own minibar. Having just finished a fairly tiresome stack of paperwork, the doctor's door was open and his mood fairly pleasant as he sat by the window, observing two hunters sparring on the grounds below.

Dread. Wilson felt so much dread as the moon hunter took him to Dr. H’s office. He had heard the doctor was flirtatious and he did not want to have anything to do with—

Hey. His office wasn’t that bad. His expression turned cautiously curious as he took in the lighting, leather furniture, and the minibar. Wilson did an actual double-take at that last one. A minibar? He looked at Dr. H to see if the man was serious about having a minibar in his office, but he didn’t look long. He was very tempted to waltz on over and see what kind of drinks the Life hunter had in stock. Wilson was legal so it was fine, right?

Wilson attempted to wriggle out of Dakota’s grasp, but the boy had a pretty tight grip on his collar. He frowned, longingly staring at the minibar and its many drinks. Oh come on!

“…wait what?” He looked at Dakota like he was a mad man. “T-That’s what we came here for?” Wilson’s attempts to break free of Dakota’s hold grew a smidge more frantic. He didn’t need to be here! Wilson had no intention to flirt with the female hunters here. “Disciple, Dakota. Disciple.” Wilson emphasized the lack of a plural.

God. If Wilson had known Dakota was intending to use him as some shield of ultimate naivety and simplicity he would’ve punched him hard.

Dakota stared back at the doctor. A stare for a stare. He didn't smile though when the older man did and cocked his head to the side.

"I did not realize this sir." Dakota shrugged before sighing, "And you can see that this dilenma might take a bit more...delicacy then the psych ward."

Actually he had been there....But for other reasons rather then his flirting skills. Some said he was delving into the straight pervertedness.

He came to stand before the Doctor. "Dr. H....have you ever seen a girl you really wanted, talked to her, flirted with her and....said the same pick up line to her twice?" Dakota held up his fingers, "Twice, Dr. H. I'm young, inexperienced and embarrassed of myself. I come to you knowing all this....and to almost plead with you. I need new lines, new hook line and sinkers.

"I don't want to die a virgin okay." Dakota emphasized that point, because god damn if he was going to be putting his a** on line for not a single female touch. He turned to point at Wilson next. "He doesn't want to die a virgin either. And he's older then me. Older Dr. H....Older."

"Just a couple of lessons please? And then we won't be in your hair. And one day you can look back at us and remember that we carried on your name, your skills. People will remember us By Remembering YOU." Uhm....Dakota was getting passionate as he tried to establish that to Dr. H. Not that the man wasn't memorable enough. No seriously.

The doctor was visibly unimpressed by Dakota's plea for new lines, of all things. His expression grew downright appalled at the notion of being remembered through these two. Just how old did they think he was, and did they really think they'd outlive him?

"If you want pick-up lines, there's plenty of books that you can buy. Pick up lines," H scoffed, "...the only times those actually work is if the woman in question already likes you. And chances are?" He gave Dakota a long look, "She doesn't. You're much better off listening to your friend, and simply try having a conversation."

He sat at his desk for a moment, considering the two trainees, one looking a bit mulish and desperate, the other...rather uncomfortable with all this. With an all too casual sigh, the doctor continued, "I suppose I can give you something of a...mission of sorts, to help you along, though. Both of you." Wilson wasn't getting to back out of this so easily. "I'd like you each to find one or two ladies on this island, and ask them about their first love. No pick-up lines or any such nonsense, just a simple conversation centering around the youthful affections of the woman you're speaking to. Do you think you can manage that? If you really can, then come back here, and I'll ah...bestow a portion of my vast wisdom and experience upon you."

Wilson stared at Dakota. Dakota, Wilson stopped using pick-up lines when he was like, fifteen. Where have you been, Dakota? Where have you been? The man only stared at Dakota even harder as the boy lamented over his previous attempts to strike up a conversation with girls. “What kind of town did you live in?” What kind of girls were you picking, Dakota? Perhaps the moon trainee needed more than a couple lessons and some advice to help him, or perhaps it was even too late for the poor child.

He almost snapped his fingers when Dr. H mentioned both of them. Wilson gave the doctor an exasperated expression before succumbing to his defeat and accepting the mission. “Alright then.” It didn’t sound too complicated. He was rather familiar with starting up a conversation with someone, whether he knew the person well or not. “Sounds simple enough.” For a moment he thought the doctor would have bestowed an even worse mission, but this Wilson could do. He glanced at Dakota, who repeated ‘no pick-up lines.’ “…Good luck with that.” Wilson seemed sincerely sympathetic to Dakota’s plight, ridiculous as it was.

“We just need to come back here when we’re done,” he told Dakota, then looked at Dr. H. “Right?”

Dakota nodded before giving a thumbs up to Dr. H and then dragging Wilson back out.

"Man...." He paused on his way out, "Wilson, tell me about how to have a normal conversation man....---" The last thing that could be heard as the boy left.

Dakota rubbed his hands together as he entered the office of his elusive and mentor as of the moment.

Intermediate hunter now, Dakota thought it was much better to come to Dr. H with some kinda of accomplishment in something, even if it was something totally unrelated to Dr. H's Life division or the Mentor training for flirting.

He blinked as he knocked on the door, Wilson was sent a simple text message now, in respect that he didn't drag his brother here this time.

"Yo Dr. H! I came here to report in and er...ask more questions..." He knocked on the door and waited for the Doctor to state he was in...and taking patients.