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"Ling." In response to Izaya's questions, Spook simply hunkered down more. It was hard to pull off a glaring frown when you were a round bell, so the expression looked more like a stubborn pout on her. Her arms over the top of Alba's arm scooted the human's limb closer by as many millimeters as possible.

Without budging from her post, Spook noticed Boss down below. Her unhappy frown lightened when looking to this other Pokemon. "Chingling?" Do you know this human? Who is he? She kept as quiet in her question as she could, remembering how the other human behind the curtain had acted earlier from his head owie. Spook did not want to get yelled at again.

Boss, who didn't really seem to have much regard for keeping his voice low, snorted in reply to the other pokemon with a couple of nods.
"Nite nite, Pignite" He oinked at her.
The fire pig explained

His snout wiggled a bit, as his brow furrowed, glancing down away from her as he looked over at Izaya when the grunt spoke to Bro'

The Gangar didn't reply at first, making it seem like Izaya was just talking to his shadow.
But before too long, a deep purple form melded up from the skinny man's shadow, one eye squinting as he slowly stopping just before his toothy frown.
"gar gar..." He spoke lightly,
Bro didn't even know dream eater, and the look he gave Izaya just seemed to say "And you want me to do that... how?"
Or at least... Jerome would know what the look meant.

The grunt continued to ignore the Pignite's and Chingling's exchange, keeping his eyes locked on Alba for any sort of change as Bro emerged from hiding. Actually, Izaya was glad that the Gengar didn't use the technique, because that saved him the trouble of stopping the ghost and having to explain his bluff. Instead, the Gengar's trainer's roommate returned the ghost's skeptical look with a pleasant smile.

He hadn't really planned to use Dream Eater on the older Rocket, but Izaya had been relying on the assumptions that 1) Alba wasn't actually asleep, 2) Bro didn't know Dream Eater, and 3) Bro wouldn't obey him even if he did know it. Only one of the three had to be right for his plan to work, and work it did. Whether or not it had been successful in worrying Alba was a mystery, but at least he was talking now. That had been the informant's goal from the start.

Nevertheless, he made a show of being surprised that Alba was actually awake. Despite all of Spook's glaring, the man laughed at the crossing of her little arms before her trainer spoke up, giggling quietly as if to say to the psychic-type, 'Well it worked, didn't it?'

"Oh, I've no doubt she's more than she seems," Izaya responded to Alba's mutter. "Psychic-types have always fascinated me. I was just considering getting one of my own soon, in fact." His smile broadened. "She seems very attached to you. Very...loyal." When the blonde turned to face him the black-haired man nodded slowly.

"That's right. Sorry to disturb you again so soon, but I just thought it might be easiest to recount things while they're still fresh in your mind. I wouldn't have to ask you to recall unpleasant memories later on when you'd finally put it behind you." Bringing up a few files and opening a document on his laptop, he began in a casual voice, "So...Alba-san, yes? You know Inigo and Claire-chan? I must say, that's a surprise to me."

The twitch did not escape the info-gatherer's attention, though he continued to train his eyes on his computer screen, pretending he hadn't noticed. He found it somewhat amusing that Alba referred to him as 'Mr. Nakura', as well as his formal manner of speaking. Being disliked was not something Izaya was unfamiliar with, but it had been a while since someone had tried to be this discreet about it. When he looked up from his monitor, he continued smiling and closed the laptop, putting it aside for the time being. It seemed it would only get in the way for now.

The man rested his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and leaned his chin on his folded hands. "Mr. Ross," he replied carefully once Alba had finished, "People to me are all the same. I don't care for any individual any more than the rest. Simply put, I love all humans." Though his smile remained in place, his eyes were completely serious as they held Alba's gaze and his tone mimicked the business-like tone that the older grunt had used towards him.

"The people I know...the people you know...those we don't...those who hate me and those who consider themselves my friends - they're all on the same level in my eyes. I love you just as much as I love that red-headed teenager behind me, though he probably wants to turn me into mince meat with that giant sword of his and feed me to my partner's pokemon." He smile did not falter as he spoke these words, remaining ever the mask against his true feelings. "That said, all humans are of importance to me."

Sitting up, he leaned back in a more casual, conversational manner. "Agent Claire I met on one of my first missions here when I was sent to the Camphoren outpost with Agent Frost. Both of them were grunts at the time. That happened to be the fateful event where the Camphoreon police broke in, forcing us to make a break for it. Claire could have escaped on her own, but she sent her pikachu to come back and get me when I made a mistake and trapped myself. It was against her better judgement, I'm sure."

He chuckled lightly at the memory before continuing. "As for Inigo...he and I shared a room with six other Trainees, but as none of us spent too long there unless it was to sleep, we never really got to know each other too well. That doesn't mean I didn't learn a great deal about him from the things he kept around and his information on the Rocket database, but we hardly ever spoke."

"So you see, Mr. Ross," the talkative grunt concluded, "It really doesn't matter how much you choose to tell me if I really want to know about something. I'll find the information I seek one way or another. I just greatly prefer the personal interaction with the humans I love over some lifeless paper files or a boring computer screen." He shrugged. "Granted, files and computers lie less than any human mouth. But there's so much to learn simply from the fact that an individual feels the need to lie to me that it makes their first-hand information just that much more valuable."

"Now that I've just poured out my heart and soul to you, I'd like to think that makes us more than strangers. I'm not asking the same of you, but I'd really prefer not to have this invisible wall between us." He reached out a gentle hand to attempt to pat Spook on the head. "You know, that professional attitude you've put on. It's too polite. If you want to yell at me, feel free. You want to tell me to shut up? Go ahead. Arceus knows Asch-kun does." He laughed lightly.

"Tell me exactly how you feel, and I promise there will be no hard feelings. I just want to get to know you a little better as a person. If you don't want me to, that's fine, but I just thought it would be nice since we're both of the same rank, which gives us the ability to express ourselves freely to one another. No concerns about offending the other party or not showing the proper respect that one might have for a higher rank." He allowed some time for his words to sink in before speaking once more. "We're all teammates in the end, ne?"

The grunt froze when his wrist was grabbed, staring first at Alba's hand and then up at Alba. He was starting to get the sneaking suspicion he'd underestimated the older blonde. After all, he didn't really know much at all about the other grunt. He was...unnervingly patient, and he sincerely seemed to listen to his ramblings. As if he'd been paying attention.

Those were the people the informant learned to be the most wary of - those who were most like him. "Twenty-one," Nakura lied, keeping eye contact while resuming his smile. "Why? Does Alba-san suddenly have an interest in me...?"

Seeing the grin on Izaya's face, Bro gathered pretty quickly what that had been all about.
Hell, that was pretty funny actually.
Instead of drifting back down into the Shadow, the Gangar instead floated upwards, until he's more level with the grunt's head.

Stubby arms crossed over his chest, the usually lively and smug a** Gangar was still missing that glint in his eye, just watching passively as the two men talked.
He did frown a little and roll his eyes when Izaya went on about how individuals didn't matter.
Yeah right, how could anyone think that, Bro didn't know anyone who would live like that... at least it didn't make sense to him.

Boss, who had fallen quiet as well when the humans started talking, would glance from the two humans, to the two other pokemon in the room.
Eventually though, he got a little restless, and felt he wanted to poke around the room a little more.
Though, he was probably most tired of carrying around Hirss' pokeball.
Side stepping a couple of times until he was next to Izaya, the Pignite tugged on Izaya's parka with his free hooves hand, getting one of the pockets opened enough to stuffed the pokeball into the pouch, freeing up his hooves so he could walk off, to poke around the other side of the bed.

This kid had a pretty warped sense of "friendly conversation," from what Alba could tell. Before he could give his response, Nakura was distracted by something the Pignite had just done. Alba fought back the urge to show his amusement at the brief spectacle. Some of it probably still showed in his eyes, but it was almost outdone by the tinge of sadness he got from recognizing Jerome's two Pokemon.

He politely cleared his throat. "Sorry, I don't think I heard a question about the mission in there."