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Professor Augustine Sycamore ⬤ Pokemon XY
residential district ⬤ LEVEL 2
moonblessing ⬤ Iris

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[sycamour]

[These Pokémon are out to kill him, hang on he needs to whip off his bracelet and take a photo/video/Prismagram of the three starters happily crawling over a thoroughly flopped-over Pyroar-]

This is so cute...

[...and what was that?]

Hah! You say that now, but you're still a newbie! You need to save your Chroma.

I, however, have more than enough to go around.

[holocast]

[Pyroar just kind of whuffs a little; clearly the tiny ones have conquered.]

Perhaps so, but we're hardly talking about anything expensive.

[We are discussing coffee, for god's sake.]

[sycamour]

Ah, so you admit that we're talking about something inconsequential.

[They are tiny and mighty.

....also very comfortable, pyroar you're so warm-]

So it wouldn't matter if I paid for you, correct? Since it's hardly anything expensive, as you said.

[holocast]

[Pyroar is very aware that he is warm, and he is also very aware that he might as well just get comfortable where he is for the time being.]

I said that it was inexpensive, not that it's inconsequential. I do recall there being a difference.

[sycamour]

[Well it looks like the two humans are ready to just stand in these groves and argue playfully about coffee, so you might as well, Pyroar. You might as well.]

Perhaps! But it's all the same to me, in the end-

[....

....oh, wait. You just said it wasn't inconsequential, so that means it. matters to you and...

...stop this, he's had enough Feelings-]

...I....well. It's not inconsequential to me, either.

[holocast]

[HE MIGHT AS WELL...

...Are you okay, Sycamore, because like.]

Then you'll let me pay.

[He is entirely content that he has won this argument; he absolutely means it, mind, but still, he's pleased.]

[sycamour]

[...you know, at some point you really need to learn that just because you decide you've won an argument, it doesn't mean you've actually won it...]

...you're impossible to argue with, you know that?

[He's well aware that he can come up with a number of beautiful counter-arguments, and you'll just shoot them down with 'because I said so'.

...sadly enough, he has missed this.]

Perhaps I'll allow it. Once.

[holocast]

[You say that it doesn't mean he's won, and yet you concede every time.]

I've heard that I can be difficult from time to time.

[Does he care? No.]

[sycamour]

[Listen, there is a point where he always realises he'll have more luck arguing the topic with Pyroar.]

Oh, very much so. You're lucky I'm one of those morons who finds it endearing, rather than frustrating.

[...

okay, more endearing than frustrating.]

[holocast]

More like you know when to pick your battles.

[he is so fucking obstinate and he does not give a single fuck about it, augustine, you ought to try it sometime]

[sycamour]

[....

You're getting a laugh and a playful eye-roll for that one.]

Alright, you win, you win...I was foolish to even attempt arguing the point with you. I will sit in the café like a good boy and do exactly as you say!

[Still going to hold onto the dream of buying you coffee, one day...]

But if you don't let me do something nice for you in exchange, I'll be upset. Deal?

[holocast]

You know that I don't do anything with the expectation that I'll be repaid. But even if I did, you act as though you don't do more than enough for me already.

[sycamour]

[...

Pyroar, he hopes you're comfortable...]

I know that. I also know that you know I like doing nice things for you because I like it. It's not something I intend to argue about.

[Look at him, trying to take your advice! He can be obstinate too!]

[holocast]

I never said I was arguing with you about it. Simply that it isn't required.

[sycamour]

I know it's not required, mon ami.

[You silly thing.]

But I'd like to have you over. I'll cook for you, or something like that. Simple and straightforward, I promise!

[holocast]

[...]

I would like that, then.

[sycamour]

[...heh.]

There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

[holocast]

I did say I wasn't arguing with you, didn't I?

[sycamour]

...

[...]

...you are impossible...

[He's definitely laughing but Lysandre, oh my GOD]

[holocast]

I do believe we've just had this discussion.

[he's so insufferable, someone should probably be sorry about him because god knows he isn't]

[sycamour]

[Oh that's just going to make him groan...]

Yes, yes, we have...if I didn't know better I'd say you took pleasure in being so obstinate, Lysandre.

[...at this point, he's genuinely concerned he doesn't actually know better...]

[holocast]

[He seems entertained, all right.]

A figment of your imagination, I'm sure of it.

[sycamour]

[...well. He's glad to have entertained you with his pathetic attempts at winning an argument.

(he'll get you one day...)]

Now that we've established - in the most exhausting manner possible - that we both like to do nice things for one another, why don't you tell me what sort of food you'd like me to make for you? If you can't decide, I'll give you some choices.

[holocast]

...There's a point to be made about how this is allegedly repayment for me taking you out first, but have you ever known me to be indecisive like that, mon ami?

[sycamour]

[....ah. He'll laugh again, at that one!]

Sorry! One of the friends I've made here never has any preferences; I need to feed him options or we don't get anywhere. It seems it's becoming a bit more automatic than I would like!

[Wesker is definitely getting a basket of cherries as a present....]

I must admit, it's nice to spend time with someone so forthright. But you know I'm biased, where you're concerned.