Just so you know, Speedwagon, Lanque is *that* kind of heartless young man of our persuasion. The extremely petty sort who uses everyone around him. God knows, half the boys I fucked at university were exactly like him.
I'm not saying don't, if that's where the whim takes you. I'm just saying be careful and *guard your heart*.
I figured that might be the case, given how thick he was already coming across as with the amount of suggestion and the like.
Might be a fun temporary toy, but I do have other business to attend to in regards to said heart and I'm more than keen to keep it secure until that comes to fruition or not.
*Oh*. It seems your friend and his missus are a bit more accepting than you were worried about, then?
Well. I can see it, actually. Your friend is quite the intellectual, isn't he? A lot of less conventional ideas are given greater credence by the intellectual set. Socialism, free love, etc.
Possibly. I didn't get an outright no, as I had been expecting.
And, ah, I would say they both are. Jonathan an archaeologist and Erina a nurse. They are quite, quite more inclusive to things than I might have thought.
Thace tells me that three-part relationships (at least temporary ones) were common once among his species; it seems that's because their usual anatomy involves pouches, so the third would carry the young after the first two engendered them. It's all very fascinating.
Right now, the house floats upon the water- the icemelt beneath can no longer be solid, but at least all of the vital parts of the home were constructed before the lake actually flooded, while anything that could be handled above water was finished through the winter. It is a lovely thing- a true callback to what they knew, which means there's only one last thing.]
He should be here any moment, [Jonathan hums, peering out the window.] ...I do hope he's able to locate us however.
My love, we're the only home for miles. I'm sure he will have no issue.
[Erina presses a kiss to his cheek before going back and looking at their belongings. Furnishing a home was so much more interesting here: but expensive. They would need quite a bit of egg sales to flush their nest egg out again.
For this very important meeting, Erina has ball'd Peda to keep the gluttonous pachirisu from eating their snacks. ]
Come away from the window, Jonathan. You're worrying far too much. He'll arrive soon.
[Certainly Erina wasn't wrong and Jonathan hadn't needed to worry. Speedwagon's at least pretty good with directions and a house by itself like this was... well, easier to find than most would assume.
Which might be why he was procrastinating a little bit and somewhat antsy about the situation. Nothing had really changed in that part, but he's got a rather nice outfit this time around and Candalera trotting along at his side along with a relatively annoyed looking squirtle (who was refusing to go into his ball, but that's not exactly news).
Hopefully he can get to the door before someone immediately opens it, knocking a little lighter than he probably ought to.]
Are we truly? I could have sworn I spotted a cottage farther north.
[Well, he supposes it's still pretty hard to confuse the addresses all that said... ...Still. Jonathan sighs, ultimately stepping away from the window.
About a half minute after and the door is being knocked upon.] OH-!
Speedwagon! Welcome! [Yep, he was waiting. What a dog-like response, really.] And hello to you my dear Candalera- you look quite lovely as always! [It is Very Important to compliment the salazzle.]
[A very odd squirtle given he seems more keen to look between these two new people before turning his attention back towards Speedwagon. None too friendly, this one, it seems.
Candalera, however, is quietly preening herself in response. She has Been Appeased, all is well in the world. Even if Speedwagon is rolling his eyes a bit at her antics, it doesn't last long given the smile pulling at his lips instead.]
Jonathan, Erina! And it was not a problem at all, even if my methods of getting here are... quite interesting, to put it mildly. [We won't talk about the walking iceberg or the other option of the living volcano. It's all quite odd and kind of a given, how this place is.]
As for my... new friend here, I've yet to pick a name for him. But he didn't seem too keen on being in his ball right about now. He won't cause a problem. [Almost on cue the ridiculous turtle is crossing his arms with a huff. Oh.]
I fear I must apologize for that- during the late winter it would have been a matter of simply rushing across the ice, but until the floodmelt vanishes I'm afraid we're quite bouyant- we'll be on the ground by early May I believe though.
[It changes quite fast! Now-] Please, come in- We've a sunroom that I can only imagine Candalera will enjoy through the tour, [He chuckles, now quite glad they'd thought to combine matters of breeding importance with aesthetic. It's a rather lovely room after all.] No name yet however?
Goodness, no wonder he seems so moody! Has nothing come to mind at all Speedwagon?
Oh, no, that was hardly the problem! It's more the creatures I have for travel are... different. [The bouyant nature of the house is certainly not to blame, though he's frowning for but a moment when the matter of a name comes up.
Until Erina's at least nice enough to cover for him and he's rubbing at his face for a brief moment.]
As Erina said, he's rather willful of a creature. Nothing has fit or, things I have tried, he seems not keen to be called them. He's merely surly by nature. [Almost as if knowing he's being talked about, said squirtle squirts a bit of water off to the side, at least testing his limits while making sure said water gets outside. Good grief.
Candalera is already off to go find this mention of sun room.]
He's certainly got quite the skill with his aim however! Perhaps you could find a way for him to converse a name to you himself?
[Well isn't that just a JoJo-style suggestion. And-
Oh!] Oh goodness, I do apologize Candalera- here, let me show you to that sunroom, the door can be quite tricky yet. [Best not to dash a fair maiden-lizard's hopes with a lock!]
I... well, I suppose it may be possible somehow for him to do as such. [Probably not, but a man can always hope for his turtle friend to not be such an utter pain. Even if he's watching him for a moment with a slow sigh, lovely.
Said squirtle is watching Erina for a moment before seeming to roll his eyes and look away. You aren't the boss of him, lady, try him.
As for Candalera, she's turning to look at Jonathan with a slightly tilted head, tongue flicking out of her mouth for a brief moment. Yes, he can absolutely open the door for her. As a good lowly male ought to do! Even if she could probably figure the lock out for herself.]
[Well, the door is opened, and in Candalera can go. Jonathan soon rejoins the other, catching most of the conversation as faint commentary while looking down to the Squirtle.
He saw that.] Don't you be rude young sir- Erina is the kindest and most merciful that I know, but if you cross her you shall be sorry indeed!
[While it wasn't in good taste to punish a pokemon, the idea of Squirtle Soup is becoming more palatable. Still, she kisses Jonathan's cheek for his kind defense of his lady wife.]
Thank you, my love. Still, let's get set and settled, after we show you all about, hmm, Robert?
[You will never see her again until she needs to eat, pry her away from that sun at your own risk.
The squirtle is watching Jonathan as he returns before turning his back to all of them and finally letting Speedwagon at least put the rowdy turtle back into the Pokeball. Finally.]
Ah, of course! Now that... the pleasantries and the like are out of the way. I am quite eager to see just what sort of place the two of you have set up over these past few months!
Indeed! We of course lack a true basement- though there is certainly storage, the mechanics of the house unfortunately made that quite impossible a feat, [he admits.]
We'll be ground bound for much of the year, but given the flood seasons... [Well. Tl;dr no basement. He waves for Speedwagon to follow though, letting Erina take point on most of the main floor for now. She had the most say on the little things, if he is honest, as for Jonathan all he'd really been able to think of was his manor.
Which, frankly, they would not have been able to even remotely pull off.] Well, no matter the case, I'm certain you'll enjoy what was created between us!
We chose to make it as comfortable for us and the breeding pokemon as possible. I'm really quite excited to see how we manage on. And no basement just means a roomier attic. I don't suspect it will be too full, but look here:
[Erina looped her arm in Speedwagon's and started them both down the hallway.] The parlour is a bit small, but Jonathan and I suspected we wouldn't be entertaining a whole army of people. Jolyne and Carly, more like as not. Occasionally Mr. Arlet, I'm sure, but it does have a nice view and quite cheering when one is having tea.
[She led the men into another room, much less formal (at least, by their standards) than the parlour.] We have a family room now, as well. For visits a bit longer in nature.
An attic can be quite useful, more so than a basement. And perhaps easier to maintain. [He... thinks. Really, it's probably for the best somewhere usually on water or flooded areas doesn't have a basement at any point of the year. But what does he know? Nothing. Most of nothing.
But he allows Erina to lead him, being a sneaky bastard that he is and stealing a quick kiss of her cheek and continuing on as if nothing happened. Sorry, guys, this is just how he is.]
Truly, a whole army would be... far more difficult to deal with in the first place. And I cannot think of many others that would be interested in visiting... [He trails off for a moment with a brief hum, running things over in his head.]
Visits a bit longer in nature...? [Save him, he's dumb.]
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