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"Yeah, whatever, deal." Curio shook his paw and smiled back. Zane was definitely in over his head -- definitely someone who can't take the hint to save their life. But at least she didn't hate him right now.

"Well, at least you remember somethin'. And you must miss the movies. I couldn't imagine my life without 'em."

"Oh." She wasn't expecting that. "That sounds like a pain in the ass."

"Feh, that just means you're a pleb. But yeah, you remember movies, woo hoo," she said flatly.

Forget a restraining order. Zane needed Arceus. "Are you kiddin' me?" she said, pointing to herself. "I'm the biggest movie nerd you'll ever meet! From stop-motion films to weird, pretentious postmodern shit, I know 'em all!"

Wow. Just wow. "Never change, Zane. Never change. Unless your schmoozing lands you a restraining order someday."

"Now I dunno whether I should do it, or not so I don't give you the satisfaction," she said with a smirk. Was he always this funny?

"Zane, Zane, Zane." Curio sounded like one of her teachers back in GeL. "I've heard that one millions of times before. People are such dumbasses when it comes to gendering Lucario. I'm used to it. So--" she smacked her fist against her palm--"you're mighty lucky that I'm not breaking my arm...

"Ah no no no no no no!" She immediately pushed him away. "Find a Torchic or something if you wanna get the chance! I'm sure Lauchs would love you to pick him up!"

Curio stuck her tongue out in mock disgust. "You're gonna make me barf, jeez. And who says 'm'lady' anymore? Is this your way of picking up chicks?"

"No, you idiot, what are you smoking?" She couldn't help but laugh, yet again. If she was Zane, she'd probably die of embarrassment too. "You'd have to do some screwed up shit to make me hate you."

"Acquaintances. I'd say that makes us--" "What? E-excuse me?" God, why did Zane have to turn every conversation into an obstacle course of confusion? "I haven't needed to go to the bathroom the whole time I've been here! I don't even know how that works! Not that I wanna know where this stuff...

"Um, figure of speech, Zane. We're going somewhere. As in, read my lips, we're making some progress since we don't hate each other, at least."

"Okay, good, now we're gettin' somewhere."

"Again, I don't get it." Another laugh of disbelief from Curio. This was going nowhere fast, as usual. Then she thought back to a certain yellow ass she used to know. "I mean, I kind of do. It's easier to wanna be hated than open yourself up for people to accept you. After you've been burned...

“I dunno, I’m just tryin’ to snap you out of this nonsense.” She crossed her arms. “I mean, I don’t like you, at all, but that doesn’t mean I wanna see you waste away like this.”

“Well, I do? If I’m standin’ right here and lecturing you about all this crap.” She really considered turning around and leaving — this was so not worth the time and energy.

Curio shrugged and chuckled in disbelief. “Hell if I know! Ain’t up to me to decide, you’re the only one that can tell themselves who they are or what you’re worth.” “So...” Curio sighed. “That’s it? You’re just gonna drink yourself to death because you’ve already decided you’re worthless and...

“No, and honestly, that’s a sad way to live. Just— why put yourself through this pointless shit?” “Oh, my, fucking, god.” She tugged at her aura sensors. “Will you stop it with this riddle and metaphor crap?! Talk that way all you want, but I know you’re deflecting! I don’t care if you’re a...