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"That is what I said. I just phrased it better this time" Oh no, this was another one she'd have to drink for. Already. She reluctantly took her bottle. The liquid inside looked like antifreeze. Odette drank hers, then touched a mandible. "W-What are you doing?" Selene winced as they began...

"Me? It wasn't important. I was just noting that you looked happy..." A part of Selene wished she'd picked that one herself. She didn't like that part. It felt spiteful, especially when she didn't want it as much as Odette seemed to. Now, she was more horrid, and Odette was... prettier? Selene...

"Oh. Wow." Selene followed Odette over, making sure not to approach the mirror head-on. "You look... good." Her face warmed "I mean, you did either way, but..." She put on the closest thing to a smile she could manage. "It's good that you're happy with it."

Selene froze up at Odette's laughter. She felt like a Deerling caught in headlights... She stood stock-still as Odette examined her. "It hurt more when they sht-sh-started to come out. I'm fine now. Harder to talk, though." "How bad does it look?" she asked. Though, since when had she cared...

"And this one?" She really chose poorly from the pile. "What's this supposed to do?"

Selene couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the Mismagius. Of everyone to try to reassure her, he had the be the worst possi- the second worst possible choice behind the seria- the third worst possible choice behind the serial killer and the bloodsucking demon parasite. "No, I don't...

Effect: A part of Selene wanted to argue, but she recognized that was factually correct. She would only dig herself into a hole by fighting it. She took one of the Mismagius' potions and uncorked it. It smelled like lawn trimmings. She swirled it in the bottle... She really didn't want to...

Selene's expression was cold. She wanted to 'thank' Odette for ensuring there were fewer people like this fucking guy in the world, to see if it would piss him off, but Odette may not have been over the whole actually killing someone part yet, so Selene decided to let it rest... For now, at...

Selene buried her face in her hands. "This is totally weirder than tumbleweed form...."

Selene nodded her approval. "Wow. You're a good singer."

Selene's hands clenched, her nails digging into her palms as Odile screeched. The noise passed soon enough. "Never had alcohol. I haven't really tried it since coming of age, and I... wasn't the sort to go to parties with underage drinking."

Selene didn't know what a 'rich face sucker' was and frankly, she thought it better than to ask. "Interesting. I'm from Kanto, but my mother's Kalosian. We almost moved back there, instead." "I think so." She turned back towards the direction she'd come. "I think I still remember the way...

"Me? I'm... not very interesting. I... was mostly just bored. Maybe a little lonely, too, but that's to be expected given we're in the middle of moving out. I'll have to make new friends in Alola." Except, I'm not nearly as good at speaking the language as I'm supposed to be by now, so really...

Selene winced. Subtly, as per her usual, but enough that Odette would likely notice. She was used to strangers not being able to read her, but it seemed Odette no longer counted as one. "I won't pretend I understand, but I'm not going to call you stupid or anything. I've never been, uhh...

Selene, without really noticing, tilted her head slightly. Why do you put up with it, then? She knew better than to voice that thought, now. "Could've been worse," she figured, "At least I'm in her good books now."

Selene rapidly developed a keen interest in the floor tiles. "I'm with Odette, this is weirder than tumbleweed form." "Yeah, fair," she said, keeping her eyes away from Odette's eerie doppelganger. "I think I heard Hoopa starting the game, so it's not like we're holding anyone up. You can take...

"oh." It was some sort of Gardevoir situation where she let the thing live in her head. Selene swallowed. Things had suddenly become awkward. "Uhh, sorry about that. I guess I just... saw the worst of it." She was short on words. "I wish you two the best of luck dealing with your dad?"...

[CW: Selene's inner monologue continues to use 'it' for Odile while thinking about ways she could be killed.] Selene furrowed her brow. "It-She seems to be painful to have leeching off you. Is there a particular reason you can't just... get rid of her?" "I assume there's one reason or...

"No one got hurt, just... Well, maybe a little surprised. I think that dude was going to look for you, too, but he might be lost, because I don't know where he is." Selene laughed. "Good to know, apparently not everyone here is as wise. And, hey, you haven't grown a radioactive-poffin-fueled...

"Doesn't lock very well now, does it?" Selene murmured. ... She strongly considered sitting back down and just letting Odette sort out her own problems, but... Augh, this just had to happen to the one person she gave a raticate's ass about. She began to follow, pulling her repel from her bag...