"Um...my name is Gen. I'm a b-boy. I..."
He trailed off. He briefly considered saying that he was human, though decided against it.
Furrowing his brow, Dorien placed a hand on his hip.
“I believe the term you want is ‘
male.’ ‘Boy’ implies that you’re a human, and you’re a
Pokemon.”
“It’s…it’s the same thing,” Odette said dejectedly.
“No, no. The connotations are different.” He paused for a while, then looked back down at Gen. “Also, why do you keep stammering like you’re scared? Nothing bad has happened.” Yet.
His eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Ohhh, wait. Do you have like…a problem? Like, medical problem? Oh. Woops.” A frown. “Then I probably shouldn’t be talking about it. Oh dear.”
He turned back to the group, freezing as he saw a woman he recognized well. So, she did come. A smile quickly rose to his face, though it faded a bit as he noticed she had company. It'd be harder to attack her like that... but he'd find a way.
He pocketed his hands and approached her. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Odette. Who's your boyfriend?"
Gods, Odette wanted to
smack him. “Dorien, just—“
She saw movement from the corner of her eye, and with a slight turn of her head, she saw the man in the red shirt moving toward them. Now that he was facing them, she could see that that smiling face was indeed far too familiar. She glared, before turning her head.
“Mother
fucker,” she raged under her breath.
Dorien shot a look at her. “What? What’s—“
He was cut off by Red speaking as he approached. Dorien looked him up and down before pursing his lips. He
knew Odette? How on Earth?
Another gross, yet welcome feeling enveloped his chest. How many men were going to keep eyeing his pre—woman? His
woman.
Odette didn’t look at Red at first, instead glaring at a nearby bumper car ride. After a long pause, she sighed deeply. “
Bonjour Scarlet,” she said sarcastically. That was when she finally looked at him. “What, no tendrils this time?”
Her glare hardened when he mentioned Dorien, and for a second, she wanted to pretend she had no clue what he was talking about. But, Dorien picked up the slack.
“I’m Dorien,” he said quizzically. “And you are?
Scarlet?”