[open] I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions

[silky_bearing]

Who: Lorenz Hellman Gloucester.... and anyone willing to deal with him
Where: Mostly Vermillion and... Around?
When: Jan+
Summary: Catchall for arrival and sorting out what the heck is going on here
Rating: R - likely talk of violence, war, possibly blood experiments, genocide, etc. Fun Femblem themes
Log:


Around Town

Lorenz can be found exploring the city in... well just about everywhere, really. There is so much here that is new and novel for him. Electricity, indoor plumbing, never mind the pokémon aspect of it. The technology is so advanced and Lorenz is precisely the type of stuffy no-nonsense person to legitimately sit down and read through instruction manuals.

Whether it's staring at the drink menu of a café in wonder or sitting down somewhere to read through the Breeder's Guide that was in his bag (sometimes even the Gear manual) every other thing seems to have him stopping to watch how things unfold. He tries his best to be polite, to not stare outright, but even at his best there is only so much he can do. when dealing with so many new things. So it's hardly surprising when he eventually catches your eye, looking absolutely flabbergasted.

"Is this.... ah- common here?"

Toge what now?

The arrival of the togepi swarm is his first encounter with wild pokémon intruding on urban spaces and at first he is a bit terrified to move lest he ens up tripping over the little things that seem to be everywhere. "Certainly a new meaning to the phrase walking on eggshells." murmured to himself with a faint smirk of amusement.

But then the skitty he got from the nice lady in New Bark Town is pouncing out from under his chair and onto the nearest little yellow orb and Lorenz is suddenly scrambling after him with a shout of protest.

"Mister Whiskers!!" Oh no. He doesn't want to let this little pink furball hurt the poor thing.

Someone... might want to help him out with this whole "battle" thing.

Femblemtroika House

There's so much to take in that he's reeling with the volume of information very quickly. So many people that he knows but in no meaningful way and the one he does has been here so long and there has been such distance between them that he feels as though he needs to learn him all over again.

It doesn't help him feel any less unmoored than he already does.

He finds himself returning to a seat near a window that overlooks the yard, a cup of tea cradled in his hands, Mister Whiskers slinking up onto the arm or back of the couch, moving with the sun. If left to his own devices Lorenz will spend much of the first few days nursing too much tea, staring into the middle distance, caught up in whatever strange turns his mind is taking. Sometimes a small leatherbound journal will appear from a pocket as well as a delicate glass dip pen. Though his mind seems to wander away from him and there are bold ink spots on both the page and his fingers before long.

Inevitably, when someone passes through the room, he looks up, seeming startled to find someone else nearby every time and though he is always polite, offering a greeting and asking after their wellbeing, there's something distinctly off putting about his response. A tension whenever he sees someone, something almost skittish in the way he holds himself, the way his grip tightens on his pen or his cup trembles ever so slightly.

He can hardly recall the last time he saw so many different people so often and so many of the faces here were far from welcoming when last he saw them.

Comments

[nastyboy]

...Hm. That's not the response he was hoping for, exactly. Dimitri wonders if he would have been able to do better, if he were more familiar with Lorenz. Would Claude have foreseen this kind of response instead?

Well, all he can do is live and learn, he supposes. Something to keep in mind for next time. Instead, it seems rather clear to him that at least Lorenz is not refusing him outright, and Dimitri can work with that much, at least. If anything, it's the least he can expect.

"Maybe that is so," Dimitri says, gesturing for Lorenz to take another piece of tempura, and try some of the sauce as well. "Still, you have not disappointed me as a dining partner, Lorenz. It has been pleasant, to see your reactions to a new food such as this. It is rather easy for me to imagine the future where I can hear more of your thoughts on the various cuisines and recipes in Johto."

[silky_bearing]

"O-oh...." Lorenz actually freezes in the midst of picking up another vegetable, blinking across at Dimitri in surprise. The... uh... Crown Prince thinks he's an interesting dining partner? Oh.

For as subdued and uncertain as he's been since he arrived, and largely throughout their meal, Lorenz actually shifts from surprised to a soft, bashful smile despite himself. Possibly the first time he's smiled about anything that hasn't been directly Claude related in... longer than he cares to admit, really, and a light flush colors his cheeks.

"Well... if you'd enjoy such outings then... perhaps we will have to have a repeat." He finally finishes collecting that veggie, dipping it into the sauce, nibbling lightly only to make a pleased little sound and dip again, more heavily this time before he thinks better of it. Sorry Dimitri this sauce is too good not to use.

"Do you not care for the sauce?"

[nastyboy]

A smile! Dimitri bites down on his tongue a little bit, tucked away inside his mouth where Lorenz can't see it. Surely this is some sort of victory, and something he can report back to Claude about. Not only did he manage to get Lorenz to smile, but there is an agreement for more lunches in the future!

Wonderful. This way, they'll be able to rest soundly with the knowledge that at least Lorenz has one solid meal a day, and doesn't consist on tea alone.

"I would enjoy that," Dimitri says, and gives a low chuckle at Lorenz's reaction to the sauce. Truly, this particular restaurant has turned out to be more of a success than he could have anticipated. "And the sauce is fine. I simply enjoy the light cripsness of the vegetables on their own a bit more at times. It depends on my mood." Still, now that Lorenz has gotten a chance to enjoy himself, Dimitri dips in a vegetable of his own.