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Sorano coughed as his features were painted a dragging scarlet that stretched to his ears. If Arceus knew the attack Torment, he was certainly using it right now. The teal haired grunt felt like he was diving back to his teenage years. It was a nostalgic feeling unwanted.

"Y-Yea, leavin' it at that be a good . . . idea." he nodded. "Is not like I am glad or anehthing that I lost so I git tha chance ta buy ya lunch er' somethin', not at all . . . "

As of right now, Sorano had turned his little nervousness into a new form of teasing. Sure, it was embarrassing to say such a thing . . . but it entertained him if he had a chance to childishly pester her a little more.

"Flare!" cried Never, which loosely translated to, "Look ahead, idiot! We're here!"

"Ah, look a'ead Lili!" Sorano chimed. "We be 'ere!"

Finally.

An inhalation of air was all Sorano need to calm his shivering insides.

"Flare!" cried Never like a baby would do when it wished to be picked up. Sorano did exactly so. The Flareon had grown tired walking the desert. Sure, it was heated but that battle he had with Lilith's malevolent Charizard had made him a little weak. Ugh.

Fluffiness clouded Sorano's vision for a small moment as he turned Never about to get a good grip on him. Noticing he had tracking back behind Lilith, he quickened his pace to reach back to a shoulder to shoulder stepping order with her.

"Ah, tha restaurant I know of be jus' 'round this corna." he said and pointed his finger around one of the blocks.

Sorano grimaced. He indeed had some money he had saved for the passed couple of weeks. He wasn't one to spend money all willy-nilly like he was today, so of course it was going to bother yet. He attempted to shrug it off several times, from leaving the base to the city yet the lingering feeling did not leave. Sorano just let the little rascal stay . . . there was no way in the current four hundred ninety-three Pokemon and more to come it was going to leave.

"Sorano!" cried but one voice at the restaurant as he approached and entered follow by other cheerful calls of the six lettered name. From just this alone, one could guess he was quite the frequent customer there. He held open the door with his foot and beckoned Lili inside.

" 'urry a'fore this stubborn thing closes. This door be havin' problems fer ages an' ya don' want ta git slapped by it." he chuckled.

"Aha . . . these peeps a'ways welcome back comers with 'pen arms." he said. "If ya start comin' here from time ta time 'gain, ya mights git buddy-buddy with em' too."

A table was chosen in the back of the restaurant and Sorano promptly seated himself as if he owned the joint. The two were later approached by a portly, balding man who grinned a fair smile at Lilith and did some sort of intricate handshake with Sorano and patted his back. He ruffled Never's head fuzz too, to which the Flareon loved.

"Welcome to the greatest restaurant in Camphoreon, missy." spoke the large man. "Name's Vin and I own this restaurant. Who might you be? Sorano's main squeeze until he dumps you like a pile of bricks?"

Sorano shot the man a glare and he just laughed heartily. "So what can I get you two? I can start you off with some drinks. Usual for you Sorano, mug of the strong stuff?"

Sorano shrugged. Just because he was in the company of a very pretty girl didn't mean he was going to pass up some good stuff.

"Yea, yea." he nodded.

Mister stubby and stout moved on to get the two their drinks, steam erupting from the back kitchen as the sounds of clanking metal and sizzling meals fizzed the air momentarily through the open door. Sorano wasn't looking at his menu. The palm of his hand was clutching the inner side of his jaw as he stared around and drummed the fingers of his free hand. He glanced back to Lilith for that one bit of time to answer.

"I'ms gettin' me tha usual, meat sub. Ya can git anehthing ya want . . . anehthing on tha 'nu is good, haha."

"Here you go, you two . . . "

Returning from the back kitchen, Vin placed down Lilith's glass of iced tea in front of her. Sorano chose to accept his little float of ale by hand, sloshing down a heavy drink and wiping the foam that collected on his upper lip.

"Aha, hopes ya don' mind me choice a drink." he apologized. "Some peeps I know don' like ta be 'round otha peeps who be lush heads."

"Flareon!" cried Never. He jabbed Sorano's side with his paw and this broke the trance of his common habit to people watch. Another sign, which could be loosely translated to, "Liven up the area a bit! Say something, idiot!"

"Ahh . . . ahh . . . " His voice choked a bit and he took a swig to calm the inning members of his throat. He than began, "So, ahh, what made ya join . . . y'know . . . TR?"

Abbreviating their organization's name was the best he could do while out on the town surrounded by a many who know him. News travels fast in these parts. Best to keep his voice on the down low.

"I be almost-sorta-kinda forced inta it by my bud. Can't say I 'gret joinin' though."

"Wells, ya gots one here." Sorano said enthusiastically with a thrust of his thumb to his bosom. "So stops bein' so 'pprehensive Lili-girlie!"

Vin came by with their ordered food and thumped down Sorano's sub and Lilith's plate o' linguine and chopped Octillery calamari. Vin gave him a nod and Sorano replied with a grave stare. Ah, that man sure was . . . something else. While Vin was there, he tossed a leg of meat at his Flareon to chew on. Of course, that was going to make the Flareon delighted.

With that, Sorano got to om nom noming his sandwich and swigging his drink like there was no tomorrow. He was hungry for sure.