Arrival; [Video]

[sonofagautier]

The gear's feed flickers in to a rather disheveled looking redhead that clearly doesn't want to be doing this. Because goddess and all the saints, he does not want to be doing this. Asking for help is already a task. Asking for help within a brand new world he cannot even begin to comprehend? Nightmare scenario. He's clearly lost and disoriented, and there's music and a fire pony following him around. Really, the only good thing is the fire pony- ponyta- whatever.

"Okay, don't know what this is, where this is going, or who's on the other end, but I can read instructions well enough to get to this point. Hi, Sylvain here, no clue where I am besides a very unhelpful 'New Bark Town' sign a few paces back, and I found a horse on fire. A baby horse, err, or maybe a pony. So... help? Maybe? I'm not even sure what I'm asking here."

And the apparent cause of how much of a mess his red locks are becomes obvious as he sweeps a hand through it again like a nervous tick. Behind him, the camera is panned just enough for a ponyta to be seen running obviously bored laps back and forth. They're pretty clearly at the edge of town, the buildings of New Bark still somewhat visible. Sylvain didn't make it very far...

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Annette poorly stifles a giggle at Sylvain's puffery. "Of course, of course."

"A pleasure to meet you Bonnie! You have a great partner, but don't tell him that. His head will just get even bigger."

She continues on as if she'd never said a word. "Tritz is a Jigglypuff, she's a Normal Fairy type, and she's a terrific singer. She evolved from an Igglybuff, but she's not sure if she wants to evolve to a Wigglytuff in time. Did you know, she can actually inf--oh, sorry, I guess I'm just taking advantage of knowing more about something than you. I've got to enjoy it while it lasts, right?"

She grins innocently, relaxing quickly into her old patterns.

[sonofagautier]

"Yeah, don't tell him, Bonnie." Sylvain tilts his chin up like a proud peacock. Fine, Annie can have this one. He'll keep that score in his back pocket for later. There's always something he can tease her about, and he winks as if to imply just that.

"Heh, of course a hard worker knows more than me. For now." His smile broadens a bit, and he ruffles Bonnie's ears. "But seriously, go on. You can't tell anyone I missed your informative rambles... but I did miss them."

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"Ramble, do I?! I'll show you rambling! Now pay attention!"

Without giving Sylvain a hair of an opportunity to interrupt or retort, she launches into a full-blown lecture, first on important details to know about Ponytas, then Fire-types in general, pausing only briefly for a side panel on Galarian Ponytas, and the differences therein, before moving on to begin listing all the different Types of Pokemon, and how they interact-- "Hey, are you even taking notes?"

A glint in her eyes either mean she's enjoying torturing him with this, or she's about to build him a pyre from his unwritten notes and light them on fire. It's probably the former. Probably.

[sonofagautier]

And off she goes.

Sylvain grins, and settles in for his lesson, cheek leaned into his palm and eyes hooded. He's mostly paying attention. Thoughts of 'she's adorable when she's huffy' interject between memorizing types and regional differences. But he's well behaved (by Sylvain standards), and keeps it to himself. Unless you count when he occasionally chuckles through the lesson, or gives her a wink when she pauses to breathe.

"Of course I am, Professor," he chirps when she addresses his very obvious not-notetaking. Sylvain grins a little broader, and taps a finger to his temples. "I'm taking notes up here. Got it all written down: fire and water don't mix, fairies don't like iron- err, steel types? Yeah, steel. And poison is a type and not an assassin's tool."

See? He listened!

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She tries to roll her eyes. She really does. But it's hard to roll her eyes, she finds, while also laughing at the same time.

"Of course you are, Sylvain. Of course. But please, don't ever call me Professor, even in jest! That just sounds...disrespectful, to those who actually deserve that title. I could never!"

[sonofagautier]

"I don't know, I'm learning a lot." He is, he swears. "I wouldn't have minded you as a professor. I might have even done better in class, who knows?" Would he really? No. Because he deliberately applied his mediocre attempts. But he might have had a better time teasing her.