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"Ah, mothas . . . " Sorano groused. Her animosity towards her mother was quite evident -- Sorano discerned such when Aila spoke of her. His opinion of her came to be baronial. A vivid queen with a bright crown rooted to her head. His own maternal figure could never be described as so. Unless, of course, that diadem could hide the devil's horns.

A slant of his head towards Aila's finishing statement stirred a spark of curiosity within him. Yet that thread of interest was snipped in two when he came to the decision his once dance partner might need something to calm her down.

"Would ya like somethin' ta drink?" he asked, his hand projected towards her as if presenting the invisible offer. "I coulds git ya somethin' ta drinks if ya wants it. Y'know ta 'elp, err, calm ya down a bit. Somethin' sweet should do?"

At least one good thing came out of momma's choice to slam a frying pan against his head every time chose to be unruly. He'd learn from his mistakes and that is what produced the altruistic gent seen today.

"Oh Aila!" he moaned and slapped his forehead with a sigh. "Jus' don' think of it an c'mon."

He twisted his forefinger and thumb about her wrist and pulled in attempts to lead her out of the storage room and down the corridor. There was a vending machine just there, so the trip wasn't an expedition.

"Take it as a trade, girlie." he added afterward. "Ya 'elped me ta practice a lil' an' I'm treatin' ya ta somethin'. Does tha' soun' a lil' more fair?"

"Ya know it, puff-cheeks." Sorano grinned as he draaagged her to the quaint little machine.

He dispensed whatever piece of change he could find in his pockets and stared at the options to the side.

"Ya wants juice? Er maybe soda?"

Ah, that change was the rest of his money for the week (that's what he gets for choosing to eat out every night!). He'd keep it hush hush for now though.

"Juice it be." he nodded and prodded his finger onto the milky button. The can bounced out with a clang! and Sorano bent down to retrieve it. He was listening to Aila as he turned and almost dropped her drink at the image before him.

"W-W-W-W-Wha'? Ya wants ta pay with that?!"

Baffled he was at the sight of the gem. Sorano had never seen something so brilliant be offered as if it were nothing more than well, the pocket change he was just digging around for! One hand extended to her the drink she requested and the other carefully approached the diamond. He was weary of touching it, as if any closer of an approach of his fingertips might shatter it to pieces.

If he had that, he could sell it off for food for the next couple of years or give it to a certain auburn haired girl as a gift. Yet, his heart was not wrought with a powerful avaricious nature. It was a tempting offer but he declined.

"It be alright." he said, lowering the very hand that was extended towards the stone. "Diamonds ain't me thing. Thanks fer tha offa though."

"So, are ya feelin' alright now?" Sorano asked. She seemed to be enjoying the drink, which was great. He wasn't one to stick his pointy little nose into other people's business but found himself interested in finding out more about his dancing partner. She seemed to have, upon his guess, a somewhat troubled past. Would it be alright to just stick his pointy, pointy nose into her business just this once?

"So . . . tells me 'bout yer family a lil' more. Who's yer popsy? Have any siblin's?"

"C-Calm down girlie . . . I didn' mean ta pinch a lil' sliver of anga 'thin ya!" Sorano said suddenly as he withheld a defensive pose. "L-Le's change ta subject. How'd ya git inta TR? We ya lookin' fer work or always a baddie? I was lookin' fer work at tha time . . . aha, that be me reason. I gots trans 'ere when I wasn't doin' work back in Kanto. Me an' my best bud Moose were slackas there. A higha-up there a'lieved it'd be beneficial if we were torn 'part. Eh, it did do us some good. I gots inta me job more afta comin' 'ere, though I plans ta go back ta Kanto 'ventually. Y'know, once I be able ta git back there. Maybe I'll 'ven quit TR an' settle down with a nice girlie. I 'unno. Tha' be when tha future comes though. I gots lots an' lots a time."

"Goal? Hmm." Sorano interjected between Aila's reply. Goals, to him, were like pudding cups. Once you finish one, you'd want another. After you finish the next one, you'd want another. Once that one is finished, you'd still want another. This cycle would just continue until you get entirely sick of it and do not want it anymore. Sorano once was quite enthusiastic about his goals for a wonderful life. However, he grew satiated with a slight case of indigestion once he obtained his full. They were just not as fun as they used to be. Hell, he was only twenty-three. Shouldn't life get boring around, say, forty? Maybe fifty? Especially in a big world where its creatures are attributed and powered by certain elements. Ah, well, what can you do?

A stretch of an arm behind his head and a scratch of his torso marked his sudden boredom. He liked to converse as much as the next person but he normally had his little furry buddy next to him to keep him entertained. Yet, he wasn't there- Oh wait, here he comes. Rushing down the hall like a giant fluffy ball of fluff, Never narrowed his eyes at Sorano in complete annoyance. He had been stuck in the storage room with that Bulbasaur for so long. Sure, it was nice to be around a Pokemon for a change. However, Never is quite picky. He's not one to enjoy a Grass type's company for long, even if that Grass type's owner was being kind to his trainer.

" 'ey, Neva, how'd ya finds us?" he asked, blaring a smirk at the Eon.

The Flareon did not reply, just stopped in front of the teal haired man and continued to glare. This was Sorano's sign to pick him up and hold him, to which he did when the Flareon was grumpy. In turn, it fidgeted a bit to get itself comfortable before finding a good spot to hang with his hind paws dangling loosely downwards. That's better.