George
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꧁~ Cerul was slowly becoming flustered... Nicole's nicknames like birdy, fluffy, regal, it was all so out of left field. Cerul struggled keeping pace, each question rocketing against her face like a projectile and bouncing off left and right, and over all she was not used to someone being this nice to him-

◈ **"Yes my name is based off the col- uhm it's good to meet yo- magic??? I..."** Cerul was juggling all of the statements like some confusing act... He was proficient in business squabble... N-not squabble squabble!!!

꧁~ Cerul waited in a less than patient manner, waiting for the Phione to wrap up so she could talk.

◈ **"That sure is an... Interesting volley of questions-"** He cleared his throat before talking. **"Ahem, but you're right, I do know myself quite a bit... I personally imagine myself as a dragonair.** ***Still*** **A brilliant blue, still as much of a beautiful icon~"** She seemed to preen her ego a whole lot... Not to an insufferable degree; still more than the average person.

◈ **"And what if you Mx. Nicole? Your very..."** He searched for a nice word... She didn't give nice compliments very often, if at all. **"... Your very energy reminds me of a cramorant..?"** He stared at Nicole, wondering if he was doing this right or miserably failing and bringing shame to her whole bloodline... Her eyes stayed focused on Nicole's, trying to read their expression.

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Glenn
"Dragonair..." Nicole echoed, squinting as they thought of the possibility. How could they be so blind? Cerul would *Absolutely* Be a Dragonair. "For sure, for sure. You'd be a great Dragonair." They agreed, slowly nodding.

Nicole thought even deeper about them being a Cramorant. For five long seconds, at *Least.* Though, finally, they looked up- staring back into Cerul's eyes.

"You're *Absolutely* Right! A few would come visit my old kingdom sometimes, you know. I always got to come up and greet them- got my old man to give me a royal pardon just so I could come to the surface and talk to them! Very pleasant folk- I wouldn't mind being a bird like that at all." Nicole implied that they themselves used to be a royal, if their 'old man' could give them a pardon. But, this was hardly relevant to the Phione- and they carried on soon after.

"Hows flying like? Being at or even above the clouds- is it nice? I've never been- might've guessed that, with my lack of many wings, hehe- but now with all this Cramorant talk I can't help but think about it."
George
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


◈ **"I believe I would too, it would be nice to swim for a change too... Water is terrible for my clouds, I tell you."**

꧁~ Cerul was more than relieved to have the hail storm of questions ease off. It gave him time to properly think and consider every intricate word she had to say. Each and every one was meticulously selected like a fax machine to construct the perfect answer~

◈ **"I don't need to fly with the clouds, I practically already am one~"** She stretched out one of her wings, the puffy white collection of softness was as light as and looked like a cloud! **"However, flying is the ultimate feeling of lightness. Not being bound by something trivial like..."** He tried to call something to mind. . . **"Something trivial something trivial..."** He repeated. **"OH! Like waiting for pancakes this long... Goodness me what takes a place like this so long? Barley worth my time..."**

꧁~ The altaria dipped into being too personal for a moment, having to rip herself out of that mindset and back to his status quo. On que, the pancakes were placed in front of the pair, piping hot with a small cup of syrup served next to them. The altaria looked at the awkward shape of the pancake... Eugh... Was this a flap jack or a single celled organism?

◈ **"You aren't ehm..."** He pondered words. **"... Starving for seconds, are you?"** She looked overat then, hesitant to call what was on the plate food, at least by his standards. 

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