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It was about that point in time that Endymion decided that, if he were going to attempt to stop being so bashful around Carwyn, he was going to have to get used to the other child's quirky taste in words and ideas. He snickered, though it came out as sounding a bit more like a grunt; Carwyn was an amusing kid, to say the least. "Suppose you're right. All those nerves closer to the surface like this... it's actually a little creepy to think about like that," he mused aloud, flicking a foot out idly.

While he was glad that he didn't have to get so worked up about admitting where he failed, at least in the social department, it still made him feel a bit nervous to be showing such weakness. Once he thought about it, however, he realized that it shouldn't be as big of a deal -- after all, it was much more embarrassing when they were out in public and Endymion couldn't seem to hold himself together. This... this was much more relaxing, and less of a cause for worry. The scyther-child thought about Carwyn's explanation for a moment before tilting his head back a little, "Where... what sort of place do you live, exactly? Er... if you don't mind me asking, that is." It was almost as curiosity-enticing as figuring out whether the drapion-child was male or female. "Ah..." he shook his head quickly, as though the offer were some sort of minor and just-out-of-reach threat, "I-I'm just as bad with them as I am with anyone else!" He was acting like some small, defensive child.

He was caught a little off-guard when Carwyn moved within Endymion's eyesight once more, and he fidgeted slightly because of it, as a reaction he had picked up over the years of going into hiding as soon as any movement caught his eye. He was still learning to be less feral, in that sense, but it was only a minor twitch; he knew Carwyn was there, after all, and he was rather calm at the moment. He bobbed his head in response to the question offered, knowing that most names had a meaning behind them. However, he was quick to notice he had been jumping the gun a little; few kids really knew that, didn't they? He wasn't even entirely sure of the meaning behind his own name that the crackpot scientist gave to the scyther-boy. "I'm sure she had a very good reason for the name," he reassured, though he couldn't help to wonder if it was partially to hide the child's gender from being immediately obvious. Speaking of which... though End was apt to avert his gaze, he couldn't help but feel a bit curious as to whether Carwyn's shirt would offer any answers -- but that would have been a severe invasion of privacy, something the child was prone to being rather adamant about upholding. He frowned in concentration, holding back a threatening flush, but shook it off and forced his mind to change subjects of focus. His expression quickly dissolved into a more amiable one, and his voice let way for a snicker, "You're such a weird kid." It wasn't an insult, and his tone of voice was not hiding any indications of being such; it was likened more to a strange fascination. "Well, I'm glad we could, um..." he was having trouble grasping at the correct terminology he was looking for, "...get along, I suppose? Ha, almost scared you away, didn't I?" It was almost a breath of fresh air to stealthily poke fun at himself in this manner.

Endymion blinked at Carwyn's apology, confused as to what it was meant for. Stepping back behind him? What did...? The contrasted red against his face returned once realization hit him, but he ignored it for the time being. While the scyther boy tended to strive to put on a more aloof and unapproachable atmosphere, it was a bit different when he actually got to know someone. Carwyn had been trying his hardest to get Endymion to lighten up, to calm down, and yet the scyther poké-human was only making the drapion-child more uncomfortable for all his efforts. End might not have been the most eloquent with his wording, but as long as he straightened things out, that wouldn't really matter. "You... you don't have to do that. Look, it has nothing to do with you at all. Y-You're really nice, alright?" he stated flatly, expression contorted into a sharp frown. Pausing, he hesitated, but upon measuring the pros and cons, decided to let Carwyn know a bit more about Endy despite the scyther feeling a little uncomfortable with revealing more about himself, "Before I turned human, I was a wild pokémon, but I-- W-Well, I was... I didn't like running into others. I did everything to avoid them: I hid, I pretended I'd attack, all that. I was afraid they'd hurt me..." His voice had trailed off at the end, seemingly affected by the deepening redness of his cheeks, "I haven't really gotten any better since then." He did not like talking about himself one bit, but there were a handful of things that he didn't like more; if he had hands, he probably would have used them to stop the other child from leaving his sight.

Even though he still felt terrible about how his reactions actually influenced Carwyn's, he managed a small smile at the shiny child's laugh, "Not sure how many others would ask, but... it might be helpful." Thinking on it, if anyone else had been confused by the drapion's gender, they might very well tempt with the question as well. His eyes showed befuddlement with the following response, but he did not hesitate in voicing it this time, "Brothel? And no pokémon allowed?" No, he had no idea what that was, or that that sort of place even existed outside of imagination. It also seemed strange that Carwyn would be the exception to whatever rule would exclude his own kind from entering. Had he been Margarita, he would have called 'discrimination,' but he wasn't as foolish.

"Naw, weird's not bad at all," he agreed with a snicker, "It just proves individuality. Something to, ah... stand out in a crowd, I suppose." He was still trying to see where the drapion had wandered off to, even though he was certain the kid wouldn't just leave out of the blue like that. "I'm not... that interesting. I'd call myself, um, maybe more annoying than anything else," he attempted to correct, realizing how badly he was at communicating what he felt. Despite uncertainty, Carwyn's reassurance did indeed accomplish what it set out to do, but while End didn't worry about scaring the other child off, he certainly worried about damaging his feelings any further than he already had.

While he felt it a bit irritating that he could no longer see where Carwyn was at, the scyther was also aware of what the other child was getting at. After all, the drapion had been trying to get him to relax for some time now, and it was only fitting that he would continue to do so. It was reassuring, if still a bit disheartening, and he accepted it with a lowered nod. However, Endymion was still having a little difficulty understanding everything that drove the drapion to the action in the first place. No clue was picked up by the scyther indicating that Carwyn thought there was a possibility that reactions were an effect of appearance, only the broad generalization that they were an effect of his poor social skills. Nonetheless, he had to give a small smile when Carwyn had hinted that he was trying to build a friendship, something that End was not so used to hearing, at least labeled. "Heh, y-you're welcome," he managed to respond. He would have said more had he believed he could justify the time with something worthwhile; at least Carwyn had a way with words!

For a while, Endymion was at a loss of what to say. Okay, those were implications he was able to grasp onto through the flowery censorship. He could understand why Carwyn's trainer -- or... mistress? -- would want to overhaul the operation after the drapion shifted shape into his current form, if that's what would have happened. Heck, he didn't know why a guardian wouldn't have done that, had the same stakes been laid. Besides, he didn't look too strong when compared to a full-fledged pokémon of similar speciation, which could prove dangerous even if false. "Well, th-then it's a really good thing that you switched jobs," he stated, slightly amazed. Okay, this would explain Carwyn's strange behavior, if that was the sort of place he grew in. Strangely enough, it also managed to instigate more respect from the scyther, learning to deal with complicated matters like that, "How'd you learn to live in a place like that? Have you lived there your whole life?" Endymion had never been too sure about humans in general, even less so than other pokémon, so the imagery he was getting from the conversation was only proving to solidify that uncertainty.

Endymion snickered at the compliment, though he wasn't sure he was all too convinced half those kind words could be applied very well. "Honestly, I wish I could hide better at times," he admitted, but in a slightly joking manner; it was apparent he was interested in the conversations, after all. He shook his head again as though in response, but he couldn't grab hold of the words he was looking for. "Maybe... 'annoying' wasn't the right word... b-but I don't think there's anything all that interesting, either. I'm just a... um..." he attempted before stopping himself. He was still reluctant to call himself a scaredy cat, but actions truly did speak louder than words ever could.

Ahh, that was right, drapion were a poisonous species of pokémon; Endymion had nearly forgotten about it. That certainly made it safer to be by oneself, he imagined, but that didn't necessarily mean that Carwyn was comfortable about using the ability; he even said he didn't want to ever have to use it. It was kind of strange, for the scyther boy hadn't exactly met anyone else that was just as reluctant to use innate forceful abilities on others. Most seemed to almost flaunt their movesets, flashing them around like a badges of honor. Finding inklings like this in the other child quickly wore away the last shreds of tenseness, and Endymion was finally starting to understand that he wasn't as much of an oddity in the world as he once believed. A lessening of uniqueness, while something that others strove to avoid, was actually managing to be a relief for someone who never wanted to stick out in a crowd; it made him smile with little hesitation. "Sounds like you managed to find yourself a very supportive trainer in this crazy world," he noted, refraining from commenting on what he really connected with in Carwyn.

Yeah, there was no denying the fact that Carwyn was definitely a strange one, and one that wasn't afraid of mentioning something that might make another feel uncomfortable. "That's a... uh," he fought to find the words, shifting his feet a bit, "a unique way of finding someone." Endymion knew by now that this was precisely the kind of commentary that he should be expecting from the drapion, and was starting to wonder why he was still surprised when the imagery came up. Yet, even with the unrestrained explanations, the pink-and-red child still managed to pull a sincere apology. It was rather amusing, actually. "Modern day Cupid, are we?" he laughed, despite himself, "Well that's one way of landing a job! Sounds like you really like it, too." He nodded, as though responding to himself, or making pure observation that required no answer.

He flushed at the reassuring words, unsure if he should accept the offer to refuse to mention anything further about himself or if he should try harder to repay the kindness. Carwyn was a perceptive enough kid, though, and he probably already understood that Endymion was the scaredy cat that he just tried to label himself as, so saying so would be redundant and cause needless anxiety. However, was there nothing else he could offer in return? "Well if you think that highly of me, I suppose I shouldn't argue, huh?" he snickered sheepishly, consciously attempting to hide the annoying redness in his face with a section of gold and white hair. Instead, he said something else that he would normally bar himself from ever saying aloud to anyone, "Th-Thanks, that really means a lot."

While Endymion may not have been the most talkative of individuals, it didn't mean he ever tuned someone out. In fact, despite appearances, he was an excellent listener. The scyther boy nodded in response to Carwyn's words, "I suppose they would think that, yes. Maybe if they forgot we are also pokémon, but she had the job first. You can't just... change something like that so abruptly." He shrugged off a cringe, imagining someone having to drop their life's work like that, just because one of their pokémon turned into a human. What a way to make someone feel terribly guilty. Endymion perked as Carwyn explained that he may have to be leaving soon, and felt a little worried about it. Could a pokémon-turned-human really make it by themselves out in this world, ruled by Gaians, at such a young age? Granted, some pokémon were nowhere near as young as they looked at times, but that thought didn't seem to grace the scyther. "You think it would really be better if you left? I mean... where would you go?" he asked, trying not to sound as concerned as he felt.

End thought about that for a moment. Carwyn really was a bright kid; the scyther boy hadn't exactly thought of the specifics before he had mentioned it. Then again, one didn't need the pieces to fit exactly, did they? "Well, then... you use a different kind of arrow, don't you? You're better with words, anyway. They can, um... have a point to them as well," he offered, though didn't really stop to think at how abstract he was thinking. "Besides," he shuffled, "you've got time to perfect it. Plenty, if we're really as young as these bodies suggest." He frowned at his bladed hand at that, taking note that he probably had reverted in age a bit from when he was a full-fledged pokémon. Fidgeting, he tried to come up with some redeeming quality from his trainer, but when put on the spot, he was coming up empty. Sighing at that, he bit at a lip before attempting to improvise, "Well... I kind of just started traveling with him b-because it was safer to travel in a group. He's kind of weird... and I haven't figured out if it's a good thing yet." Well, that really didn't sound too optimistic. "Heh, I'll think about the offer, thanks," he snickered with a grin.

He smirked at Carwyn's insistence, almost hesitating to ask, "Oh? And how, might I ask, would you do to prove such a thing?" He almost stuck his tongue out at that; it had been a long time since he felt like making a playful jab at someone. His wings flicked a bit in reaction to Carwyn's uplifted demeanor. That in itself made Endymion feel better as well, convinced that he was no longer being a burden to the other child; he didn't like to see someone as friendly as the drapion in a sour mood because of his own stupid actions. "It is, I can definitely relax easier without all the people. It just feels like... all they do is gawk. It's annoying," he huffed a bit, the feeling of irritation acting as a comfort zone for the boy. Poking around at the blades of grass, he responded after a moment with an added amused snort, "Well... yeah. I am, too, even though you're still weird." At least he was beginning to like 'weird.'

Endymion had no idea how much different things cost with the Gaian's strange bartering system, but he supposed that Carwyn would have a much better idea of what to expect to pay as living expenses. Three buildings did seem like a bit much, at least as far as it came to spend on for a single individual, but who was he to really have anything to compare it to -- he'd been traveling most of the time, and had really only seen Nix's place briefly. He really had no idea what the "norm" was for a Gaian, but he was fairly certain Carwyn would know better; the other child actually lived in the city, after all. "And you've told no one about this?" the scyther asked, still pulling back with the concern despite it getting harder to, "Will you at least let someone know in advance?" He wasn't counting himself as one of these preferred knowledgeable acquaintances, for -- even though he could now consider Carwyn a friend -- he couldn't attach to the other so completely yet. This had, after all, only been the first time they met, and it was but a very short window of time at that. Realizing the amount of tension he was causing again, he offered a sheepish smile, "Though... that does sound like a great goal to aim for. I'm sure plenty of others... like us, would really appreciate there being somewhere they can go. I'm sure there are s-some out there that don't really have a 'home.'"

Endymion flushed as Carwyn latched onto the compliment he had inadvertently provided, but gave a razzing smile to ignore it. He really did mean to give positive feedback in this respect, he just... hadn't really thought about that as a fact before spouting it off. However, he did meant it; arrows didn't have to be literal, and were probably preferred to not be, in this case. "I think it'd... actually work a lot better th-than actually using your stinger," he verified with a snicker at the drapion's reaction, "They might like you better for it, too." He laughed as Carwyn insinuated that his trainer might turn out to be dangerous, as the scyther child never really saw the man as being a threat, just... well, extremely inattentive and too careless. Despite the reaction he had, Endymion was rather touched by Carwyn's act to reach out, he was just unsure how a normal person was suppose to react. He was getting fidgety again, but it was merely in reaction to scrambling for the right words instead of insecurity, "You're... Th-that's... Eh, thank you for that, Carwyn. I think... I think I needed the reassurance, in a way." If he could count on anything now, at least he knew that someone cared.

He wasn't sure how to read between the lines that Carwyn was proposing he'd do, but after all things considered, he was fairly certain the scyther didn't actually need to worry about what was implied, even though it was worded in a way that may make one think otherwise. Hmm, was Carwyn trying to tease him as well? The idea was certainly comforting. "You dance?" he asked, never really considering the idea. He thought about it a moment, comparing how it may look between the two differing species, and smirked, "Huh... does that make them jealous?" He was certain that they weren't always jealous when gawking... but if Carwyn was anywhere near as good at dancing as he was with his words, there was a chance. He snickered in reaction to the drapion's acceptance at being called weird, and clarified, "I never said you weren't interesting."

Endymion nodded as he listened, making sure he was getting everything that Carwyn was trying to convey. It just seemed so lonely, packing one's things to move out on the next growth spurt that happened, no matter how unexpected it was... and not telling those that were close. It was a strange thing for the scyther to be feeling, as he never really considered himself attached to anyone in his life. Perhaps it was just because he knew what it was like to be out there on one's own, hesitant to do harm but having no other means of survival save for hiding. He didn't want to see this happenstance occur in someone else, least of all if he could see it coming. However, it sounded like Carwyn had the foundations of a plan already sorted out, and it made the scyther boy feel immensely better to know that the drapion had taken his advice to tell someone about it before leaving, and it made him smile out of sheer relief. It faltered a bit when Carwyn sniffed out his worry, but it never went away, "I-I'm just... I mean... Heh... y-you're welcome." Maybe he didn't really need to say anything to counter the observation. "I'm glad, I'm sure you'd worry her sick if you left without saying a-anything about it," he nodded, "She sounds like a really great person." Very helpful, very caring... and Endymion supposed it was these traits that managed to rub off on the drapion-child as well. It must be why he felt so safe right now.

If he had known how observant Carwyn was truly being, he may feel compelled to try to explain his case further. But to one that tended to stutter and trip on his own words as much as Endymion did, it wasn't so easy to come out and so eloquently put it that his nerves were more wound up when relaxed than a deer's was on full vigil. The ruts like these were convoluted explanation-wise between such differing walks of life. At least he knew that such tensed reactions disappointed the drapion, and that was a step in the right direction. However, he really did not know what to say, and it was irritating to feel that way: Carwyn was so good with his words, and Endymion only struggled with how to say things half as well. Everything that the cheshire-marked child was saying was reassuring, and it was really helping set a more calming atmosphere. The least he could do was... "I... I'll let you hug me on one condition... s-sit next to me? I-It's not right for you to be back there like that... W-We're friends, right?" He wanted to be capable of looking at the other child without making either of them uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with looks as it was, it was just hypersensitivity that pushed such connections to their furthest points. His meek smile returned when Carwyn said that the scyther-child could tell him anything he wanted to without fear of repercussions, and he nodded to accept it. He couldn't find the courage to say anything, at least not yet, but it was definitely something he would keep stashed in his mind for when he really needed it. He was never given such generosity before, in all honesty.

"Hmm... so... they are surprised at how well you are getting the hang of dancing?" he asked. He thought about it, tried to imagine it for a moment, before shrugging, "That what you want to do for a living?" Carwyn sounded to be quite the natural at it, and it was something that was apparently fun for the pink-and-purple poké-human to do during stretches of spare time. He thought it might be fun to come over for a visit at some point, especially seeing how enthusiastic Carwyn was being about it, before realizing something important was missing from the conversation, "Um... where... where exactly is it that you live?" Endymion was at a loss for how to find the place, even if it was explained to him: he couldn't read road signs (or at all, really), didn't know what the place possibly looked like, and was a bit to proud to be asking for help. He was happy that the drapion also seemed to be genuinely interested in the scyther, and although he couldn't think of what to talk about of himself -- coming up with the same empty ideas that had initially resulted in thinking of himself as being rather boring -- he was still touched by the sentiment. Quick to nod, he replied, "I-I think so. Um... so..." he thought a moment before his eyes caught sight of the carnations from when they had first started talking to one another and pointed them out with a twitch of a bladed arm, "I don't actually mind the flowers. E-Even the pink ones. They're alright on some things, you know?" He frowned and, after a moment, came to the same conclusion he had come to many times before, "Sorry, I'm..." he snickered, "I'm no good at conversation..."