Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
With a personal chef working wonders in the kitchen, Amell had situated himself in the living room to watch the sports channel and snack on some food. It had been a busy day, and without Gabe around, he had to stay occupied somehow. He was lounging in some baggy sweatpants and a tight fitting sleeveless shirt. Despite the lazy clothing choice, it still managed to look impressive on him. Mainly due to his massive, muscular stature being seen through the outfit.
The front door opened suddenly, and Amell swung to his feet quickly at the sight of Gabe and a stranger. A broad smile crossed his face as he sped towards the door and picked Gabe up in a tight hug, "Gabe, you're home! I was starting to worry!" His voice boomed with joy.
As if Gabe was just a child, Amell situated his friend in one arm comfortable and outstretched a hand for a handshake to his friend's friend that arrived with them. "Welcome to our home! I'm Amell, what should I call you?" He greeted her her warmly and casually, despite having not let Gabe down from their initial hug just yet.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 14, 2019 21:07:11 GMT
Not two seconds after they had walked inside, Gabe was attacked by a giant with a peacock on his head. Or at least in the blur of initial movement that was what it looked like. Senara blinked her eye rapidly, colors and lights mixing in a weird way for a second before they settled into the actual scene before her. Gabe was being lifted like a bundle of sticks by...oh, oh Arceus. She covered her mouth with her hands for a moment to hide the shit-eating grin that spread over her face. This was--he was--WOW he was big.
Note to self: Gabe may just have a thing for brightly colored hair.
She masked her momentary "surprise" with a cluster of giggles, light and airy, before she lowered her hands--one to rest on her chest and the other to accept Amell's own, though his utterly dwarfed her in size. She was used to being the small one but this was a little ridiculous. "Hello, Amell! Please call me Senara. It's so wonderful to meet you!" Her sweet tone wasn't as thick with a Kalosian accent as she'd done with Arietta, but it was no less saccharine. If she was going to do this then she was going to have fun.
And, like, actual fun. Not the same fun that lead to this chaos and headache and pain in the first place. This would be much more harmless than that. For her and Amell at least. Gabe might not be so lucky. "I absolutely love your hair! Goodness, Gabe, you didn't mention how colorful your friend is! You know how much I, well...as you can see!" She brushed over her own waves of pink-to-lavender hair, smile still sickeningly sweet.
Amell’s hugs were normally a comfort to Gabe. He always felt so small and safe and secure. Right then and there, his face burned with absolute embarrassment instead. Senara’s giggles that reached his ears were not helping either.
Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shi— Gabe wanted to squirm right out of Amell’s grasp and immediately shove him back inside. He wanted to drag Senara’s ass out of there back to her hotel or whatever. He wanted to cancel this entire idea, go back in time and punch himself out for even toying with it. He wanted to make this not happen, but no he was living it. And there was no way out. Arceus.
“A-Amell….” Gabe breathed, but his voice was suddenly small, meek, as if he were just a child right then and there. “P-Put me down please…” And then of course Senara spoke, and if second hand embarrassment from Amell didn’t kill him, second hand embarrassment from Senara was going to. Arceus— was this the tone she used with Mom??? Spontaneous combustion was technically plausible. He wondered if this level of embarrassment could do it.
“We’re just here to get Senara’s purse… she left it earlier…” he mumbled.
Gabe's tiny companion giggled warmly at their affection. "The pleasure of meeting you is all mine, tiny Senara! Please, make yourself at home." He said, then shown with pride at the compliment about his hair. His hair was almost as long as she was tall, he noted with an entertained thought, "Thank you! My hair and my muscles are my pride!" His deep voice boomed loudly with pride.
Amell's voice almost overshadowed Gabe's suddenly meek tone of voice. He placed his small friend down gently, and put a concerned wrist to Gabe's forehead, "Gabe, are you okay? Your face is red and you sound unusual. Have you been taking care of yourself?" He asked a small barrage of questions, only stopping enough to hear Gabe's comment about Senara's purse. "I'm sure it's here somewhere, don't worry." Amell comforted his small friend, as if his meek voice and red face were due to worrying over the purse. "I had a maid come by to help the chef out, so they probably put it away somewhere. I've only recently returned home from working with my clients." He said, turning to Senara to make sure he didn't leave her out of the conversation, "You're free to search anywhere for it. Perhaps you two could stay for a meal, as well?"
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 14, 2019 22:52:18 GMT
Gabe was turning red as a voltorb and it was goddamn hilarious. If Senara were a nicer woman than she was she would probably point out his obvious discomfort since Amell seemed either exceptionally oblivious to it or intentionally poking at it, but she wasn't and she wouldn't. Being called "tiny" was a bit odd, though, whether or not it was accurate. "Oh, I hope it's nothing! It's so chilly out there I'm afraid we're both a little rosy around the noses. My bad for needing them for some errands so late..." She sighed quietly, apologetic in her posture, "If you're coming down with something, Gabe, I'm so sorry..."
"Would you mind terribly if I collect my purse before I settle in? My Pokemon are inside and I'm sure they must be missing me--I totally didn't mean to leave it behind. Whoops," she knocked her knuckle against her forehead. Once again she would be a nicer person if she turned down Amell's offer and left it at this, with Gabe already embarrassed enough for one night. But, once again, she was not a nice person. "I'd be happy to! I completely forgot to eat dinner on the way over here. I can be such a space-cadet."
She stepped in the general direction of the kitchen, keeping an eye open for wherever her purse might have wound up. A chair or on the table, maybe? Hopefully not in the closet or something--she would have rather had it in plain sight than buried among their things, even if it gave her more chances to snoop about. "Gabby, I don't see iiiit...!" She turned to look at him with the biggest, wobbly little pout she could muster. "Help meee!"
…Yep, this was absolutely how he was going to die. Even as he was set down, Gabe knew it. The touch of Amell’s skin on his own had his features burning even more, and the concerned questions were enough to strangle the life out of him. A few breaths drew in and out of Gabe, but none would cool him. At Senara’s words, he just nodded along. Yep, it was just the cold. “I’ll— I’ll be fine,” Gabe answered quickly taking in a shaky breath and releasing it a little slower.
SENARA— Gabe coughed. Once, twice, a third time. Cool it, he could do this. “Senny didn’t you say you had to get back to you hotel? I thought you have to get up early tomorrow…?”
Oh fuck you… Gabe groaned a little inwardly as he watched Senara look around. “Sure,” he managed. “Ah... Amell is the maid still around or??” He shifted backwards to pull a hall closet door open but didn’t see anything immediately.
The dynamic around Senara and Gabe was strange. They seemed close as close as him and Amell were to each other. This made a small part of him feel a little jealous, but he didn't understand the feeling of protectiveness over his crush as what it really was, and instead perceived it as worry over the missing purse.
Gabe would be familiar with his small moment of confused contemplation written on his face before the massive man turned and yelled at a concerning loud volume, "MISS AGTEREN! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!" His voice boomed in a surprisingly demanding tone of voice.
The maid turned the corner into the living room, pale faced and rushed. Without waiting for her to speak, Amell turned to her, "Tiny Senara is missing her purse, can you retrieve it for her?" He asked, his tone less demanding then before, but the frazzled maid hadn't realized and was still pale faced. Amell thought nothing of it, not remembering that this is a new maid for the household and isn't used to the large man's behavior.
Again without waiting for a response from the maid, Amell turned to Senara and smiled, "If you need to be up early, I have a spare room you can use. Or you can sleep with Gabe, if you don't want to be alone." Who knows, the small man might be into women like her. "The chef should be done with food soon. I told them to make enough for seven, so there should be enough for both of you as well."
Amell was well known to challenge a chef's capability with how much food he always demanded, and the spoiled palate of a rich kid he grew up with.Three or four full plates of food was considered his normal amount to eat, but his workout routine often demanded he eat more then that. The man was a bottomless pit at the dinner table.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 15, 2019 22:01:31 GMT
Oh dear, he really was adorable when he was being treated like a child. Senara forgot, briefly, that Gabe was only nineteen years old. How old was this guy again?...and why was his so-called "Sugar Daddy" treating him more like a child than she ever did?
Uh...
Maybe not the best thing to think about.
Before Senara could really do any searching, Amell's voice carried through the house--it could have probably carried through the whole block at that volume--and summoned a flustered looking maid. She had to double-take. A maid?! What kind of rich asshole had an actual maid at their beck and call? House-keepers, sure. Nannies, why not. But a maid? And...did he just mention a chef as well? Arceus' collection of plates, how much money does this guy have? She flicked her eye to Gabe with an eyebrow as high as her hairline, breaking character just until Amell had returned his attention to her.
As good an actress as she was, Senara couldn't make herself blush on command quite yet. Luckily for her she managed to actually be embarrassed enough to turn bright pink at Amell's, well, friendly suggestion for possible sleeping arrangements for her tonight. Wait, why was he offering to let her sleep with Gabe? Weren't they--what were they?? Aren't sugar daddies supposed to be...um...sleeping with the other person themselves??
"OH! Um. I. W-well, I would hate to impose so much on either of you," she stuttered, catching up with the scene a little before she shook her head, "I was just getting up early to try and catch the earliest ferry to Ivy. Fossils that need revitalizing, you know." She put on her warmest smile. "I wouldn't mind staying up a little later than planned, though! I'll still sleep at the hotel. Even if I don't get the first ferry I can always surf my way over!"
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. She had no reason to go to Ivy yet. Yes she had a fossil, but she didn't need it revived until she wanted it to be. The heist had priority, anyway.
Buuuuut seeing Gabe's face explode was worth a little lying.
"I have to know, what do you do for work, Amell? Your home is gorgeous and you're so, well," she giggled, craning her neck a little to look all the way up at him, "So muscular!"
What do they call his body type? Twunk? No, I think that's Gabe...hmm...
The bellow for the maid had Gabe standing straighter than before, and his eyes shot to the frazzled woman right after. That— uh. Welp. That was one way to find the purse quickly enough. He wouldn’t see Senara’s stare so much as feel it, and for that reason alone he kept his eyes fixed on the maid instead. He’d been about to ask the maid more personally if she had seen it, but Amell had kept going on and—
“….” Amell did you just— Yes you did. The color that had held steady on Gabe’s cheeks drained out of him all at once. “Amell it’s not like—“ Gabe was sputtering all of a sudden. No no no no no no— “It’s not like that!” But Amell was going on, and Gabe wished he could pass out on the spot. How had Senara made it look so easy earlier?
Actually, his ears were ringing, and he wasn’t actually sure that was just due to stress. Gabe blinked a couple of times and rubbed the side of his face before pulling at his earlobe instead. His eyes flicked from Amell to the still pink cheeked maid that was standing there stock frozen from the sheer weight of everything she was suddenly thrust into. “Would you look for a purse you might have put away earlier?” he asked, not nearly as smooth and calm as he wanted to. She gave him a quick nod and scurried off before Amell could say anything.
“Amell’s a body builder and personal trainer,” he cut in right after. “That physique’s not just for show—“The fuck Gabe don’t say that out loud. But he had and couldn’t really take it back now. Instead, he forced a smile. “Amell, Senara here is from Pine Town and is an expert in geology.” Another forced laugh. “Both of you, I’m Gabe, who’s been working on challenging a Pokemon gym one of these days, I promise, hahahhaha.” It came off like a joke but was very much a threat in Senara’s case. One wrong move out of her and he’d—
Ladies and gentlepersons, I present: Gabe squirming.
Huh, that was weird. They both responded as if they aren't sleeping together. Amell had visual confusion on his face as Senara refused his offer to sleep with Gabe tonight. For a moment he understood where the miscommunication happened on his part, and wanted to apologize. But Gabe had been away from home so often that he felt the need to keep embarrassing him. And besides, Senara was cute enough and definitely a female. "Please, you're not imposing at all. If you're afraid to be with Gabe, my bed is big enough for the three of us. There's no need to risk delaying your plans over an uncomfortable sleeping arrangement." He said, a sly smile on his face. This was as flirty as he could get, as anything more indirect was usually overlooked by him.
The panicked maid was thankful for Gabe's additional, more reasonably toned, directions and hurried off to get the requested purse without another word. It seems like Amell's bellowing really frightened the poor thing.
When Senara asked about Amell's profession, Gabe's quick response had him beaming with pride again. Without hesitation, Amell stripped off his shirt and started flexing on the spot. The massive man was more chiseled then stone. Times like this he was thankful for showering right after working out, instead of waiting for later. At least now he smelled like almonds and lavender, and not sweat. "My strength has won me many titles." He said simply, deciding to keep his bragging short and let the muscles speak for themselves.
After the long moment of flexing, and after the interest in them waned, Amell finally stopped flexing but didn't put his shirt back on. "Geology? That's a unique topic to explore.." He said simply, the fact he couldn't remember what geology was apparent in the way he spoke. At the mention of pokemon gyms, however, Amell gained some more interest in the topic, "Gym battles are the competitions of teamwork, I'm told!" He boasted happily about his limited knowledge, even smiling proudly as he spoke.
Senara was wondering if it were possible to die from second-hand embarrassment. With Gabe's frantic denial that there was anything going on between him and Senara--which she in no way tried to oppose because, unlike Arietta, she was FINE with this guy having no idea what their relationship really was--to Amell's response...just...wow. Again she didn't blush from the flirting so much as the cringe-worthy look on her partner-in-crime's face. Oh no. OH NO. What was with these lines?? "My bed is big enough"--oh Gods, just STOP. She wouldn't be able to take it. Senara buried her face in her hands to stifle both her laughter and to hide the growing red on her cheeks before it got taken wrongly.
Because nothing else about this conversation was being taken wrong at all, right?
"I-I-I appreciate your concern, but, r-really! I'm fine! Thank you!" She squeaked out between her fingers. Shit. Shit heck. She had to get control over her face and her feelings right now or she was going to lose her rhythm. Thankfully Gabe stepped in and started talking between herself and the muscle-head. Senara drew in a shaky breath as she lowered her hands to look at hi--and then Amell shed his shirt and started flexing. Nevermind. Situation not saved. In fact, it was made worse. Senara half-choked on a laugh and half-squealed with surprise before she shoved her knuckles against her teeth.
The worst target for a con-artist was an absolute idiot, and dear Arceus, this guy was an absolute idiot. What did Gabe see in him? It was just the money, right? Riiiiiiiight...?
He was blushing before. Where's he looking right now? That'll give me a hint...
"Y-Yes! Geology. Well, like, mineralogy. I study evolutionary stones!" Senara managed to get herself back on track with a subject she had no problems talking about, even in such ridiculous situations as a shirtless man flexing away in front of her and his very flustered sugar-baby. "I know, I know, like, totally a niche subject, but it's something I love and it's something I'm good at so, like," How many times can I say 'like' in a sentence before my hair turns magically blonde again? "Why not make a living off of it, you know what I mean? You've certainly got that down with you, um...b-body building..."
Gabe's threat didn't go missed, but Senara was being good. Besides, she hadn't yet forgotten that he liked her--or at least claimed to enough that he didn't want her dead. Which, weirdly enough, made it easier to accept the possible slap or punch he might still be ready to give her if she went too far here. She had strange standards.
Senara blinked once, then, and looked up at Gabe with as much genuine curiosity as she could allow herself to show. "Have you gone up against the Bass gym yet? It's a bit of a type advantage over your starter, but...I gave it a shot the other day. It was fun!" And exhausting, and very, very soggy. Still not the worst way she killed a couple hours.
“…..” Gabe’s eyes were wide with alarm, embarrassment, and something else not even he could place immediately. Oh my GOD. His pastel aura was suddenly bright red and orange again. It clawed upwards and swayed around like a flame caught in between a nasty gust of wind unable to flee. OF ALL TIMES TO BE LIKE THIS, AMELL…. Gabe did not dare open his mouth for the inhuman noise that desired to come out would entirely wreck the situation that much more. Oh my GOD. Could he faint? Could he just faint right here and now and not be part of this existence right then?
Gabe didn’t even have a moment to recover. Amell was already ripping off his shirt and flexing right then and there and— Gabe.exe stopped working. He was staring, of course, like the dumbass he was, but the fiery embarrassment had frozen for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gabe skipped ten years into a fantasy that he was not ready to admit to having, and for a few seconds, he just sort of… stared.
And then of course he blinked back into reality much after the fact to find that Senara was asking him something. “Ah… yep…..” Gabe breathed out awkwardly after the fact. “I mean…” he shook his head very much to clear it and correct himself. “I’ve challenged the gym in Plum City before but not here,” he stated. Wow, his brain was moving so slow now. “Sorry, suddenly feeling light headed…” he laughed and rubbed the side of his face. “Can we sit down and eat?” A strange, goofy smile pulled itself onto his features, and for a moment he could have been anyone else but himself.
Seeing the entertainingly horrified looks on their faces made Amell laugh deeply, "I'm sorry," he said between gigles, "I had to embarrass Gabe some, I missed him." The joke was well worth it, even if they immediately made it sexual. His bed was bit enough for all of them. But he doesn't know Senara enough to sleep with her just yet, and Gabe isn't able to birth children so there's no use in that.
The maid rushed around the corner with Senara's purse in hand, only to stop a distance away from the group in confusion. Why was Mr. Vogel shirtless now? She didn't want to know, this household was strange and almost not worth the pay they gave -- even if it was more then usual. But she still had a job to do, and timidly called out to the two non-Vogels, "Excuse me, is this the purse that you're looking for?"
Still shirtless, Amell took a breath in to speak again when the chef called from the kitchen in a small wavering voice, "Mr. Vogel, can you come help me for a moment please?"
Amell put his shirt back on, "The chef needs my help again. I don't know why my parents recommended someone the same height as a child." He complained briefly, "Please, feel at home here. I shouldn't be too long." He said, and then quickly walked off into the kitchen.
ooc: I'll be away for a little while, so feel free to go a few rounds without Amell! You can still reach me on Discord, though, so no worries there.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 21, 2019 20:48:58 GMT
Alright, bad moment to look at Gabe. The sudden burst of bright red light made her body flinch and she squeezed her eyes shut and turned sharply away from both he and his stupid paramour. Ow. OW. She could do without another migraine right after the last one had faded, thank you very much!! He'd had this same color and frantic flickering motions when Arietta was mentioned...did it mean something? Probably. But she had no idea what that was, only that it hurt to look at for too long.
Fuckity why. WHY.
Thankfully the maid came along as a much-needed distraction and she took the purse, looking it over to be sure all of her items were accounted for. Not a berry out of place. Senara sighed in relief and held the bag close to her chest, not acting for just a moment. All of her babies were safe. Thank Arceus. But she let the moment of genuine relief go and put on her chipper smile once again. "Yes, it is. Thank you so so sooo much!" She then looked back up at Amell. It took effort to keep her smile straight while he was still shirtless but it was easier to do that then look at Gabe while he was still radiant. "Oh! It was a...oooh, you got me!" She knocked her knuckle against her forehead just so. "Maybe I am too sleepy, if I'm taking everything so seriously! Oopsie...~"
Senara gave Amell's retreating (clothed) back a wave farewell as he left for the kitchen. Then, immediately, she turned back to Gabe, her arm now out-stretched in the direction of the door he had just gone through. Her wide eye and flat, bemused smile didn't crack even as she spoke in a shrill but quiet voice: "What the hell is with this guy?? Why is--oh my Arceus, I swear I broke a rib holding in that laugh," she drew her arm back in to audibly smack her palm against her forehead, "Oh my Goooood, I had a feeling you had questionable taste...but this is SO much worse than I would have thought. Why is he asking me if I want to sleep with you?? Isn't that his job? Or, like, yours? Technically?"
The sugar daddy is paying the other person for their time, right? So...yes?
This was too weird and awkward and confusing.
"I regret saying I'd stay for dinner now. Mostly. Fuck, your face right now is priceless...!" She snorted and shook her head. "This is great. I needed some humor today. Gods."
Arceus. Gabe leaned against a wall as Amell spoke to the chef and then mentioned he was needed. He almost wanted to know what was so pressing that the chef was dragging Amell away, but the sense of brief relief was—
Gabe had not met Senara’s exact gaze until that moment, and he wished he hadn’t at all. He wasn’t exactly sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry, and the strange noise that escaped from him in response was neither of those things. What was with that guy? No. What was with this entire situation? How did he get wrapped up in this from a single moment’s wrong decision? After everything else? How. What even… how did he even salvage this if he wanted to? How did he even…. What did he even….
Turning around and setting his arm on the wall and his forehead on his arm, Gabe took in a few slow deep breaths. “M……mhm…it’sAmellis…..I…..” Why was he so embarrassed? Why was… how was… He needed to get it together! That was… that was not happening.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 22, 2019 18:02:01 GMT
He was still so flustered. Gods. Senara had never felt that sort of butterfly-in-the-tummy nervousness about somebody, and nor would she ever, but moments like this only made her feel better about that fact. Gabe was usually so collected that it made her forget he was four (three?) years her junior, but this version of them was too squeaky and red to allow her to make that mistake. Still, as much as she wanted to mock him for it, mockery wasn't really what came to mind first and foremost. Instead she took a few steps forwards and gently maneuvered her hand to be beneath his arm so she could poke a finger to his cheek. "Look at you, dweeb. Your aura's as bright as your face right now."
Senara snickered, her poking, though persistent, not hard or painful. Just tiny teasing boops one after the other until he swatted her away or otherwise moved out of reach.
Amell's right, he's too fun not to tease just a little~
"When you said 'sugar daddy' did you mean 'I sleep with this wealthy guy for money', or did you just mean 'this very nice and very dense dummy pays for my lifestyle and I have a massive crush on him'. Because I'm literally half-blind and even I can see that."
Yellow eyes narrowed at the wall he was staring at. Gabe wouldn’t let himself look at Senara just yet— even as he felt that finger press against his cheek. “S-shutup….” he muttered softly back at her. After only a few of those light pokes, he swatted at her with his free hand. “Just—“
Oh nope. That was Gabe’s breath hitching sharply at Senara’s words. That was the tips of his aura turning bright pink and the tips of his ears turning a softer red to match. Straightening, Gabe turned sharply to Senara and raised a finger to press forcefully ageist her lips. “Stop—“ His voice came out squeaky but forceful. The color on his face didn’t lessen. Had he been thinking straight, he would have been reaching for his psychic power, but he wasn’t and didn’t. “Just… stop….please….” His hand retracted almost immediately after if only to slap it over his face. “Arceus… It’s hard enough with…...” He muttered something to himself in Arroian instead.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 22, 2019 20:05:00 GMT
My little business partner can't be such a nerd. Yet here they are.
Senara managed a laugh just before Gabe pushed his finger to her lips, and really all he did was turn it into a half-muffled snicker. She raised her hands up to reach for the bright red tips of his ears in an effort to pinch them before he managed to pull away. Alas, he jumped back, and her plan was unsuccessful. She stuck her tongue out at him.
...what was this feeling? She love to tease and taunt her Pokemon in a friendly manner, but the same she couldn't say about another human being. This was brand new to her. But it wasn't so bad. He was hilarious when he was embarrassed, and it was so much funnier seeing his face now than it had been seeing him sad or frightened or...
...crap. I. I think I do like him.
What do I do with this information??
Nothing! Absolutely nothing! It doesn't matter! Not at all!
"No need to worry, joues roses. If you haven't confessed yet I won't tell a soul. You'll just have to realize that I expect something in exchange for my silence~" She let out quite the evil little giggle and withdrew her hand. Then after a second, paused, and reached into her bag and pulled out Gabe's ID. She'd almost completely forgotten about the offending little piece of plastic with all the chaos that had transpired. She used it to poke him one more time in the jaw for good measure. "Here, before I forget. Your ID."
Gabe Alim WC: 283 Of course it takes her teasing him to realize they're friends. xD;;
Gabe rubbed his face once with one hands and several times with both. He kind of wanted to crawl up into a hole somewhere and forget he was human. This was… this was so embarrassing. He managed to look up slightly when Senara started speaking and then immediately grimaced at her words. “It’s not…. He’s— I….” Gabe took in a slow, deep breath, and released a slow deep breath. “I’m…..” What was he even trying to say then? He didn’t even know right then.
Gabe took his stupid ID and looked down at it for a few seconds. This was the cause of all this trouble. He was going to burn it. He was going to go in the back yard and burn it along with all his other IDs. His eyes flicked sideways to Senara again. “You can tell him…. Not like I haven’t tried…” he muttered more to himself than to her as he pocketed the ID.
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 22, 2019 23:45:56 GMT
Oooooh. Oh. That's why he was getting all flustered over this. It wasn't just a crush, it was an unrequited crush. Hahah. Ouch. Senara winced as the colors darkened around him ever so slightly and her hand, outstretched to hand him the ID, lingered in the air for a moment before it lowered. "Uh, hell no? Do I look like your wing-man?" She let out a small huff and glanced back towards the kitchen, hands moving to rest firmly on her hips. "So that's why he was so...nonchalant, let's say, with thinking we were together. I thought it was some weird fetish thing. Thank Arceus he's just an idiot, right?"
What am I supposed to say here? "Sorry the guy you like doesn't like you back"? "Why doesn't he"? "I'm sorry but I've never been romantically interested in anybody ever so I have no idea how to offer you empathy let alone advice"?...no that's too wordy.
Senara walked in the direction of the couch Amell had been sitting at when they'd come in, putting her purse carefully on the arm before leaning against it, head tilted back in a moment of thought. "...well, his loss." She finally responded, unsure where that came from and whether it was truthful or not. It just felt like what she should say right here.
"At least he's nice, even if he's..." Dense, in the closet, otherwise uninterested in you romantically? "...not...what you want right now. There's worse people to be rooming with. And hey, you get a free, um...twunk eye-candy? Is...that a...?" In her attempt to keep from sounding too sincere without being insensitive, she started turning pink. How did one use these sorts of slang words? She had no idea. It wasn't a subject she paid any attention to and it had just sort of slipped past her through college and beyond.
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