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dear_mun2015-06-11 10:35 pm
fauxfrench) wrote in dear_mun2015-06-11 10:35 pm
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Oh, that's great. Tres fantastique. The loner with zero people skills is out having fun in a game— with MY RIVAL— and also going on adventures with the Pikachu-trainer that travels with MY RIVAL. Who cares about poor moi, sitting out here in the cold, dark, street corner of your boring mind.
Why must I always be the victim in life?! What have I done to deserve such fragrant cruelty?! ["Flagrant?"] Shh, I meant that! It's fragrant with the aroma of BITTER BETRAYAL.
Trip! Trip of all people is getting around and here I, a charming maiden, lie neglected. How, that's what I want— no, DEMAND to know! I can't imagine he'd get any attention. Unlike yours truly! The boy tastes like the bit of orange peel you get stuck behind your teeth by accident and can't quite reach with your tongue. What a bitter taste!
[And you're not bitter?]
... moi?! How dare you, I'm not bitter! Not one bit! I'm just frustrated you would deny me the cold and sweet, ice cream flavour of REVENGE ON CILAN.
Why must I always be the victim in life?! What have I done to deserve such fragrant cruelty?! ["Flagrant?"] Shh, I meant that! It's fragrant with the aroma of BITTER BETRAYAL.
Trip! Trip of all people is getting around and here I, a charming maiden, lie neglected. How, that's what I want— no, DEMAND to know! I can't imagine he'd get any attention. Unlike yours truly! The boy tastes like the bit of orange peel you get stuck behind your teeth by accident and can't quite reach with your tongue. What a bitter taste!
[And you're not bitter?]
... moi?! How dare you, I'm not bitter! Not one bit! I'm just frustrated you would deny me the cold and sweet, ice cream flavour of REVENGE ON CILAN.
...I don't know.
..... this is the best response she's ever gotten for this.
TALKING KALOSIAN FROG.
Give her a moment to reassemble her thoughts, then:]
Who said I'm acting like I'm from Kalos?! Did I say that?! I'm Unovan, I just need to upstage Cilan at his own game and how can I prove myself a better Connoisseuse than with utilizing the language? Now go away, or tonight's menue will include GRENINJA LEGS.
Re: ..... this is the best response she's ever gotten for this.
You could actually work on being a better Connoisseuse instead of randomly speaking Kalosian.
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I'm working on it! I'm studying as hard as I can!
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[Today is talking Pokemon day, clearly, that energy drink she had must've been alcoholic. That's the only explanation she can think of right now. She really needs to focus on those labels...
But while she's presumably intoxicated, sure, let's hug the small cutie.]
Oui, oui, a hug would do wonders right now.
[She kneels, with arms extended. Come at her, kiddo.]
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... too sweet, she just can't be awful to such a darling.
Really? [She wraps her arms gently around him, placing a hand under him to support him so he won't just be clinging with those adorably useless little legs.]
Ah, merci!
[Putting a black streak in her hair sounds absolutely ridiculous, but she can't bring herself to say that, so she just smiles sweetly.] Maybe I'll think about it!
Do you know where your Mom is?
That's the power of Derptad!
Long may he reign!
[Gently:] That's right, sad times are easier when you're with friends, right? [He nuzzles! What a cutie. She gives him a gentle pat.]
... sure. What does your Mom look like? I mean, aside from the black and purple hair, I mean! In case I find her.
He's not bright but his heart is pure.
[He smiles widely at the pat. Humans are so nice. Hopefully his Mom will get to meet nice people here too! There's no such thing as too many friends.]
She's shorter than her friends. Um... she likes bubblegum and can make bubbles! I just make a mess so I'm not allowed gum anymore. Her bike is yellow and she wears a warm leather jacket. I like how it smells when she holds me. You smell good, too! But a different kind of good, like a kitchen or a bakery.
Pure like the freshly driven snow!
... wait, just a minute, why does she sound familiar?
[Probably because that description sounds kind of like Gogo.]
... and is one of her friends a big, squishy white medical robot? [Is this little guy trained by some kind of superhero?!
And aww, and he recognizes the scent of food but not wine, that's... that's really cute. But still, distracted by the possibility of this mystery trainer being a superhero!]
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Do you know Mommy? Or Mr. Baymax?
TOSSES MYSELF AT THIS
Ah... well, I don't know if I would call what you described about Trip a bitter taste, per-say: sour, maybe, but otherwise, I do think that there is some potential for this taste to ripen and develop into something sweeter, if the fruit of adolescence here is given enough time to grow.
[...Cilan, critiquing her commentary is gonna get you on the fast track to getting screamed at...]
That said, I'm sure that they didn't mean to neglect you: you're here right now, aren't you? If they truly had meant to do such a thing, then we wouldn't be able to talk with you again... which, had that been the case, it would have been quite a shame, since I must admit that I'm curious to know how you've been doing since the last time we spoke.
[It might be Cilan's subtle way of saying that he's happy to see you...a little...maybe would be happier if you weren't still talking about revenge, but we'll take what we can get.]
BON APPETIT!
... fruit of adolescence? [She raises a brow, then shrinks away, hand cupped beside her mouth in a stage whisper:] Gro~ss, Cilan sounds like a shotacon! [Let's wonder where she learned that word. Or let's not. Either way, she's back to her old tricks and outlandish accusations to try and get under your skin!
But honestly, the rest of what he says is so gently reassuring, she feels guilt even in the cockles of her revenge-seeking, bitter heart. She worries her lip for a fraction of a second, looking down, clearly moved, but then points so sharply she very nearly threatens to stab his cheek from the speed of the motion:]
Don't try to smooth-talk ME, monsieur! I know your game!
You don't miss me, you just want to crush me and laugh at me again, you big jerk! I don't buy your nice guy act even if everybody else does, so there!
I've been studying really hard, you know! I just made B-Class! [By a mere fraction of a grade, BUT STILL, she's certified! She levelled up! TREMBLE IN AWE OF HER STRENGTH (and maybe encourage her some more, that was nice)]
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However, his annoyance is soon quickly forgotten upon hearing the last thing she said.]
You did? [There's a slight pause of surprise... before he takes on a much more open expression of joy.]
Oh, that's wonderful! Congratulations, Burgundy! [There is a thought that occurs to him that he should ask to see her badge to prove that she is B-class but... you know what, he's gonna take her word for it. Save for that one time where she attempted to wear a disguise to sneak into that A-class only gathering, she's usually somewhat honest about her status, so he can't see a reason for her to lie right now.] This is quite a momentous occasion: perhaps I should bake a cake or something to celebrate your achievement in obtaining the next class... [Would Burgundy not like that though, he could imagine that she'd find a way to complain about his cooking somehow.] Of course, I expect that if you continue studying as hard as you have, it won't be long now before you'll become an A-class Pokemon Connoisseuse as well! But until that day comes, this is a taste that you can be proud of, as it shows just how hard you've worked to get this far!
[For a guy that's supposed to be a rival that "is only putting on a nice guy act", he sure seems really happy and proud of you here, Burgundy...]
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... [Wait, no, why is he proud of her, he's supposed to be angry she's catching up!
CURSE YOUR SUPPORTIVE NICENESS.
She won't fall for it, she won't fall for it, shewon'tshewon'tSHEWON'T—]
C-cake? Bake it? Home-made? [Wait, she's forgotten how to string more than two words together. She's just blurting out words in complete and utter shock.
He's not just being nice and supportive for his own benefit, he's happy for her. No one celebrates her achievements, except for her Pokemon. She's a little too caustic to attract kind, supportive friends.
Oh! She might cry. But that would be admitting defeat!]
[2/2; there's tsundere and then, there's whatever world of undue hostile brattiness she fell from.]
Just promise not to poison it or anything! [But there's just no bite to it, she's too chipper!] You'll have to eat from the same slice you serve me, just to make sure. [Crossing her arms, nodding sagely.]
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If you insist. Not that I think you should have to worry about something like that--after all, it would be in bad taste to do that when congratulating someone on their successes. [Also...] Plus, I suppose things would be rather stale if we didn't have someone like you around, so there would be nothing to gain from doing something like that anyway.
[Even if Burgundy can be rather noisy or hateful towards him, at least he can say that he finds her interesting?]
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Well, maybe you'll get a chance to be in an even better game! I mean, wouldn't it not be fair if Cilan was around to outperform you all the time?
(Dawn's pretty sure 'no need to worry' would work against her in this case.)
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... that's true! But, if I'm in a game, I can COMPETE with him! To finally prove to him once and for all THAT NO ONE LAUGHS AT BURGUNDY AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.
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(Is everything with her just 'in one ear and out the other?')
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[1/2; interrupting Trip~]
[What, like he's your lesser?]
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[She clearly didn't plan that, so she has to stop and grin at how her words came together! That almost-rhyme!
Ahem, back to business:] You know, I think this just might be my chance to prove to her just how GREAT I can be! She might even change her mind and put me somewhere!
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