Tensions are melting, snarls in their unfortunate meeting gently untangling into more comfortable levels. Cadeyrn notes that there is something not-quite-right about her, and his attention strays along against these details, gleaming eyes and fangs a little too long, a little too sharp. Is she wearing contacts? It would not be unusual, but he would not like to stand close enough to confirm it.
The young man allows little gaps in his defenses as well, willing to play along with her as long as they are caught up in this odd situation. He considers it briefly before a different pokeball is picked up, and lightly tapped against his opposite shoulder. The light gathers into a tiny shape, pear-shaped with an apple-head, topped with a ears each almost as wide as her little body. A tiny nose twitches, grey-furred and whiskered, before her wide, big brown eyes blink open, and the minccino chitters a little noise.
She's quick to slip around his neck, watching the stranger with the prettiest little eyes before she scurries yet again to his non-dominant shoulder. With her tail wrapped around his neck, Cinders presses her paws in her trainer's hair and starts nuzzling into it, ignoring the other two present. She seems quite content to simply stand there and groom him, even if his hair is immaculate. It brings to attention the few studs pierced through his earlobe.
"My name is Cadeyrn; Cadeyrn Blackthorn. And she is Cinders."
Cinders' little nose twitches when he introduces her, but she is not sparing the other two a glance. Not even when Cadeyrn reaches to scratch at her tummy.
"What's your field of work, or study?" he asks next, conversationally. He's getting too used to these kinds of discussions; impersonal, all while being strangely telling of the people around him.
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The young man allows little gaps in his defenses as well, willing to play along with her as long as they are caught up in this odd situation. He considers it briefly before a different pokeball is picked up, and lightly tapped against his opposite shoulder. The light gathers into a tiny shape, pear-shaped with an apple-head, topped with a ears each almost as wide as her little body. A tiny nose twitches, grey-furred and whiskered, before her wide, big brown eyes blink open, and the minccino chitters a little noise.
She's quick to slip around his neck, watching the stranger with the prettiest little eyes before she scurries yet again to his non-dominant shoulder. With her tail wrapped around his neck, Cinders presses her paws in her trainer's hair and starts nuzzling into it, ignoring the other two present. She seems quite content to simply stand there and groom him, even if his hair is immaculate. It brings to attention the few studs pierced through his earlobe.
"My name is Cadeyrn; Cadeyrn Blackthorn. And she is Cinders."
Cinders' little nose twitches when he introduces her, but she is not sparing the other two a glance. Not even when Cadeyrn reaches to scratch at her tummy.
"What's your field of work, or study?" he asks next, conversationally. He's getting too used to these kinds of discussions; impersonal, all while being strangely telling of the people around him.