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Clovis chuckled and held his hands up defensively. "You got me. It's really not my thing," he said. "I'm more of a Latin rock guy. I was just impressed by the lyric improvisation, because I couldn't do that." "You just can't sing, period," Odette said. "And you can't ice skate; I have to hold...

It was her turn to quirk her brow. “Look him up? You misunderstand. I don’t even know his name,” she admitted. She dragged her foot on the ground. “I just believe the stories mum told, because I don’t really have a reason not to.” She shrugged and shoved her hands in her pockets too. “She has...

“Oh no, I certainly have a sperm donor, as mum calls him, but I don’t have a ‘dad’ per se,” she explained, doing air quotes around the word ‘dad.’ “Never met him, don’t want to meet him. She was a dumb 18 year old and he was twice her age and a psychopath.” She frowned, poking the inside of her...

“Joke’s on you, I don’t have a dad,” Odette snickered. Next to her, Clovis was nodding with his arms crossed. “She might be a dick, but that was pretty…” he trailed off, because he couldn’t find the right word. His eyes lit up when it came to him. “Right! ‘Fire.’ That was pretty ‘fire,’” he...

Odette scoffed. “Oh, that’s rich,” she said. “I got the embarrassing ‘text your crush’ but they get to do a rap? I call bullshit.” Clovis had started playing with one of her braids. Her head was so fogged up, she’d yet to notice. He still wore a cheeky smirk on his face as he twirled her hair...

"Well, if I had to text him," she said, motioning her head toward Clovis, who was still leaning on her, "you've got to give a little more than that."

"I think since I had to embarrass myself, I get to ask a question," Odette said. She was still bright red in the face, and she didn't see it going away any time soon. Especially not with Clovis now leaning on her shoulder, like she was an arm rest for him. The jackass. "It wasn't that...

Odette shrugged her shoulders. “Ugh, fuck it,” she grumbled, turning heel to walk away. She felt completely exposed, and completely stupid for doing that. She couldn’t even be next to Clovis right now, let alone look at him. She kept her eyes downcast as she began to move for the nearby...

“This is your fault,” Odette said through gritted teeth. Clovis took a while to register the question, because he was far too busy staring dazedly up at Odette. When it finally registered with him, he rubbed the side of his face to return himself to reality. “Ah, s-ometimes,” he said, cringing...

Oh my fucking god. Her eye started to twitch. It couldn’t have been “do an embarrassing dance.” It couldn’t have been “sing an annoying sing the best you can.” It couldn’t have even been “eat this raw Slowpoke tail.” No, it had to be that. She tried not to let her clear cut embarrassment show...

Odette was far too caught up in petting Neo and teasing Clovis that she didn’t notice Hoopa dance up to her until they were right in her face. She shook her head wildly to get over the immediate shock of being called out, and quickly came back to her senses. “Me?” she asked, pointing to her...

He had to refrain from exhaling a sigh of relief. Instead, he hid it behind an easy laugh. He stuck the cigarette back between his teeth and inhaled a small drag. “Yes, we can change our ‘fur’ color,” he said. “But not as easily as a Kecleon could. We have to use these things called ‘dyes’ and...

Clovis blinked, clearly doing the math in his head. How did…silver lead to red? For all intents and purposes, the toner in his hair was basically blue, so he’d more classify this shade of silver as a blue before he’d call it a red…but then again, blue was right next to red on the color wheel, so...

"Of course," Odette huffed. "But clearly..." she eyed Lily, making sure she heard the name right, "Lily doesn't know a lot about these things, so simplification doesn't hurt, now does it?" Clovis sighed deeply. He hadn't stopped petting Neo, and he turned to look at him instead. "I said 'play...

Odette held her hands up defensively. "Uh, my bad," she said quickly. "What would you, er...rather be called?"

The eyeroll wasn't lost on Odette. She licked her teeth, trying her best to bite down the surge of aggravation that rocked her spine. "Clearly the Pokemon has no idea what 'recordings' or 'replaying' or 'theater productions' are, so lose the attitude, ma'am." Clovis placed a hand on her...

"Because..." she trailed off. She never thought she'd have to explain how fiction worked. Or how Television worked. She didn't prepare a powerpoint for something like this. "Well, because some things on TV portray what some might call 'fantasy'--they observe the fantasy to escape from the...

Odette pursed her lips again. "No, sweet summer child...it's fiction."

Clovis narrowed his eyes. "Sounds like you're talking about Alien vs. Predator, and I do not look like an Alien or a Predator." Odette moved to scratch Neo on his chin. "Mmmm, you kinda look like a Predator." Clovis turned his unamused glare at her. "Hysterical, Miss Cinq-Mars. A master...

Clovis scoffed. "That's harsh. I like to think I'm pretty good looking for human standards."