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Clank, clank, badaboom, ding!

From the eccentric use of onomatopoeia, one might guess an amateur drumist is pounding away on a set of drums. However, your guess is dead wrong (if you guessed such a guess, mind you). In reality, such sounds were birthed from the tumble of some pots and pans by a rather clumsy idiot. Sorano was hungry. Very, very, VERY hungry. However, the caf food was dis-GUS-ting and he hungered for something they did not sell. What, you as the reader, do you think that is? If you guessed something out of the norm, you are once again dead wrong.

In this reality, once again, he was wanting pancakes. He was clueless though on the whereabouts on ingredients and instruments to use. So, taking an initiative, Sorano decided to search for everything but came to no avail. He made a mess in the process too. Cooking tools were littered everywhere and food ingredients messed the entire kitchen floor. Sighing, he dragged himself out of the kitchen before anything had the chance to see him. There was no way in hell he was going to clean up THAT mess.

As he stalked away from the kitchen and towards the cafe, he noticed a female seated inside. Oh crap . . . oh CRAP. He had been seen. Oh crap.

Sorano gave a stern scoff and flipped his hair bishounen style.

"It ain't me duty." he said. "Them janis do that kinda work. I jus' make tha mess fer em', heh!"

With a sigh, Sorano strode up to the auburn haired woman and posed like some kind of runway model or cheap Prince Charming. Either way, he look rather idiotic.

"So, what'cha readin' girlie?" he breathed airily. "Them's a book I see."

Sorano shirveled up like a dear peach that was caressed with the first touch of winter's wind. No one should make fun of his squityness. No one. But seeing . . . or rather, sorta-kinda seeing this was a girlie, he held himself. There was no need for him to hit a girl. It wasn't worth it . . . especially since his fighting is defined more under being a 'hissy fit'.

"Tha Count o' Montay Crispy?" he asked with a tilt of her his. "What's a 'Montay Crispy'? A type-a cookie? Thar countin' cookies? Don't seem much of a excitin' book, 'onestly, if what be they are doin'. Ain't gonna be a book I read anehway, I more a trainin' guy."

With a sister whose eyes never strayed from a book (and constantly blabs about the ones she reads too), Sorano was clueless on what the book was truly about. Rather, he took a seat and sighed. Can't eat anything now, hmm? He'd take a bite of that book of hers if it was made of Montay Crispies . . . but it wasn't so he could not. He sat in silence for a moment and noted the gurgling rumble of his bubbling stomach.

"Ya gots anything on ya ta eat?" he asked next. Might as well mooch off of her now that she is occupying his time. "Ya can be a good wimmin and git in tha kitchen ta make me somethin' to eat, y'know."

Sorano's mind taught for a second. A looooong second. Than, he finally realized what he said and held his hands up defensively.

"O-Only if ya want to girlie, jus' a joke 'eally! Pleasedon'gitmad,itwas-aonlyajoke. Kwehehe . . . hehe . . . he."

Sorano was pulled straight towards her face, the sudden jerk leaving him with nothing more than a few short breaths as his neck was tightened. The girlie sure was angry. He could feel her superficialis tendons claw at the collar of his uniform, raising with the magnitude of her anger. Yet, he remained as calm as he possibly could. From torso to neck, he was as any normal person. Yet, his knees buckled as if mimicking the ultimate wobble of the middle pillar in Sprout Tower of Violet City.

Quibbling with fear, Sorano didn't know whether to feel intimidated or highly embarrassed from being so close to another's face (especially a maiden, at that). When he was released, he tugged at his collar to smooth the crumpled cloth and felt a dire pang of anger. He'd have to iron out his collar later, damn. However, he had not regained his composure until a couple more moments passed. This could surely be awkward now -- talking to someone who now probably considered him an enemy.

His mind ran on Jen for a moment, ONE MOMENT, than the thought shot to the sky to be amongst peace in the heavens. This girlie and her seemed to be alike . . . well, in anger they surely were the same.

"So, erm." he coughed. "Pistachio."

Pistachio? Seriously? What the hell was that? Sorano did not know himself, but it might break the chilled chili right?

"Sorano." coughed the grunting grunt. "Sorano Dinkley. An' yaself? What name did ya tha 'rent acide tha call ya?"

As the Igglybuff was zipped back into her ball, something came rushing out of Sorano's. Never had sensed some danger and found it in himself to jump out without permission. It was a common thing of course -- so it didn't bother the grunt as much as it should. Besides, he knew the Flareon for far too long. He enjoyed his company.

Yet, the Flareon was much too late to the party. Everything was resolved quickly and his ears perked up to the sound of laughter. Ah, that's good to know. So long as Sorano doesn't lose any internal organs, he's well. The orange fluff butt walked along the table's bench and curled up by Sorano's side with a yawn. Sorano noted the sudden increasing warmth by his side and patted the Flareon lovingly.

"I believe ya saws Neva too, eh? This be 'im. Who's team were ya on durin' the 'aid? I a'lieve ya were with tha othas . . . considerin' I ain't see you on mines."

Well, at least he can put two and two together to make fish.

Sorano twisted a lip. "Lili? Mind if I call ya that? Lilith don' roll of tha tongue like Lili do. Ya's can calls me Sora Sora if yer inta that cute-cute kinda stuffies."

Contorting his body, Sorano laced his fingers together and puckered his lips making little mwah! mwah! sounds while kissing the air. Of course, he was only teasing, but there was likely a chance he was going to get on the poor female's bad side again. Never willingly accepted the head pat but arched his ears slightly. This one, this one had doobies. Ah, perfecto. Sorano was really good at keeping his eyes on the prize, hmm?

"Flaaaare~." he cooed to sound cute but this was a sign to Sorano. It meant, "You going to take the plunge, big guy?"

Sorano simply shrugged and shook his head. Not yet. He had to see if she was something to waste his time on.

"Oh, them 'gents right?" he cocked his head to the left. "I was with the, um, higher-ups an' stuff. I still gots my mark from tha stupid thing . . . "

Gloved fingers rubbed the side of his forehead.

"Damn thing still be hurtin' afta all this time . . . Ya gots any battle scars from that lil' ole mission?"

Sorrel eyes opened a inch and closed back with a smirk wider than a Wailord's bum. "Lili it be than!" he cheered. "An' yer no fun. Sora Sora be way cute, aren't girlies inta that kinda thing?"

Never shook his head and Sorano took this as a sign to quit be a complete p***k and idiot. His square fingers curled under his chin as his mind drifted along the lake of thought. A sharp wind blew and knocked his rocking boat into the waters. That wind was actually Never's paw which was pressing against the Grunt's cheek. B'aw, the Flareon knew he was getting bored too. Maybe they could do a little something to lift the tension a bit?

"It worked out 'ell." he replied dismissively. "We 'ent in, got our jobbies done and left. I was hopin' it'd be a lil' more . . . y'know . . . excitin' but I guess it wasn' want I expected it ta be. Sigh . . . "

A small hesitation met his lips before he continued.

"Ya's got shot? Oh goodness, thank Arceus yer not dead. For all thing good . . . er' bad in this 'erld, I be thinkin' a small graze ta tha 'orehead be hell. I can' even 'magine a shot . . . 'onestly."

Another small pause and he continued. It was a rash idea, but she looked like she could use a little fun.

" 'ey, Lili, since we both be lookin' a lil' bored . . . How's 'bout a battle 'ere in the cafe? No un's 'round and it can be somethin' quick. One 'gainst one, ya game?"

Never growled playfully.

"Whad'ya say? An' if I win, ya treats me ta some lunch in Campheron. haha!"