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Jerome knew that thinking her strange was like the bot calling the kettle black. And there wasn't anything particularly wrong with that, Though Jerome could honestly say, that he never talked to anyone who spoke about machines in the manner she was.

He just watched, and listened with a mellow smile ghosting his lips, turning to little robot over again and handing it to her once again.
As he listened, a hand moved to his chest, placing it gently onto his shirt, holding it there as he let the throbbing from the bullet wounds pass.

When he moved to pull his hand away though, it partly stuck to his shirt, and this caused him to glance down.

Attention completely pulled away from the mechanic, as he stared at his hand that had a coat of blood over it.
He reacted to this in a very slow frown, moving his gaze from his hand to his shirt, that was quickly soaking in blood.

He guessed that jerk back did more damage than he thought.

Jerome, still moving at a calm, and slow pace, glanced over at the Beldum, who seemed to notice the blood on his shirt.
Dark eyes then glanced over at Ink, who seemed to be thoroughly distracted by her robot.

eyes snapping back over to the Beldum, Jerome simply shrugged, and drew the open flaps of his hoodie closer around his chest. Trying to return his attention back to Ink.
"Didn't know you would make robotis that cleaned like that. figured those were only in stories or those crazy cartoon"

"What do ya mean by a training bot?" he asked, implying that he didn't mind seeing more robots.
as he spoke his eyes slid to the side, looking over at the Beldum when Jerome's face was illuminated by the blue of the pokemon's eye

Knowing that the Pokemon must be wondering about the blood that Jerome seemed to be leaking, the man raised up a hand and waved it toward the Beldum, in a casual dismissal. "cool it" he said quietly in a tone that implied it wasn't a big deal.

He didn't really get it, simple math often times just went right over his head, not really finding much of a fascination in what they taught at school, but that didn't keep him from trying to understand what she was saying, some of it made some sense in a logical kind of way.

He moved to follow after her, walking slowly and watching, with his hands in his hoodie pocket, hiding the blood in his palm... new, it was more becasue it just looked cooler to stand like this.

Shaking the matted strand out of his eyes as he started forward, trying to ignore the Beldum who seemed to be insistent over Jerome's bleeding, so much so that the while pokemon actually managed to suddenly brush in closer and bump into him... right against one of the bleeding holes on his chest.
With a loud startled and strained grunt from Jerome, the man reached a hand out to push the Beldum away from him.
"Dude, watch the space, yeah?"

That had hurt, and the fact that Jerome was starting to sweat was a clear indication, though his face remained easy going.
... was this room always spinning?

"S'nothin' " Jerome said carelessly, waving a hand as if to brush it off.
"Just a little, ain't anything."
He really did try to brush this off, he could deal with it, he wasn't some wimpy little punk, he grew up with this s**t happening.

But as he took a step he started to waver, and before he could really catch his balance again he was staggering, and catching himself as one hand flew out, grabbing onto one of the piles to keep him upright.

s**t, s**t, the wounds were open again, and they were hurting like a b***h, as much as he tried to cover it up.
He kept his hand on the junk, determined to stay standing.

It was right about this moment, that a dark purple pokemon appeared next to the man, glowing green tribal markings covering one side of his body.
The Gangar frowned at Jerome, glancing over at the Beldum and waving a hand, also very carelessly, letting out a small "Teh" noise
This ain't nothin' Jerome's got this.

He wasn't even allowed to do any of the physical portions in his basic training in Team Rocket, and it was for very obvious reasons! what he was thinking coming to an aria like this and walking around at night, thinking he would be okay was something probably only something he could comprehend... even then that speculation was a theory at best.

Jerome had been so sick of sitting and listening to Agents and Elite drone on and on about rules, regulations and blah blah blah, if felt like he was in school all over again, and all his friends and family knew just how well that had gone over with him.
Skipping school was the best part of school.

Maybe thats what he was trying to go now, just get out of that base for a little bit, get on the streets again.
But now he found himself in this situation, bleeding out all over the place again, in great pain, and now the girl who's shop he was hiding in looked like she was about to freak out.

Jerome held a hand up to her, "Hey, chill out kay? C'mon, sit down, take a chill pill, look, this ain't anythin', just a little blood, who hasn't dealt with a little blood before."

"a little" blood was a bit of an understatement, but he didn't need her to go into a panic attack, for all he knew she was scared of blood like some people tend to be.
When Bro appeared, he looked over to the pokemon,
"S'just Bro, he's my pokemon... do ya have a bathroom in this place?"

He was really trying to play this off as if it was nothing, but Ink didn't seem to be buying it.
A Part of him had to wonder why this was bothering her so much, she lived in this part of town, this wasn't a good part of town.
Dark eyes studied her for a short time from under her brow, drawing himself back up, and letting his hand drift away from the pile that he had his hand on.

His skin was looking very clammy, and a little more pale than it had been when he walked in.
Jerome moved again, walking over to where Ink was showing him where the bathroom was, Putting everything he had into walking as normal and as cool as he could.
"Thanks" He said causally, walking up the steps, with a hand gripped firmly on the rail, sliding along it as he made his way up.
"Just this way here?" he asked.

Bro also eyes the Beldum and the human that his human had been talking to, a wide grin spreading over his face in amusement, before floating casually after Jerome.