Thelma
```lets try this again, FROM THE TOP!```

`Emmet; your local dumbass`

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The man giggled once again walking up to the man with a shell bell and pressed it into the other males hand. Every pokemon was beautiful to him 'ccept ghost types cos they're just scary and he adored seeing the various kinds there were and the way they'd act in battle. No two people are ever the same, its the same case for pokemon too!
 
"Oh pish posh there is no need to be so modest good sir I'm so grateful for the battle! Even if it was short i'll forever remember it." He said with a definant nod of his head. For now he'd accept his loss and simply congratulate his opponent for his win.

Emmet really was a ray of sunshine with everything he did, he simply liked to stay active and energetic with the way he acted, it wasn't like he didn't have the capacity to act serious and stoic but he simply preferred to smile like a big doofus. 

"Give your garchomp a well done for me alright?"
Jean
He takes the shell bell and looks at it, "Thank you..",he put it in his pocket and ponders what Emmet said, *Give your garchomp a well done for me, alright?*

Why would he care what Cord said to his pokemon? Did he love them that much? All his garchomp did was hold off an attack and retaliate, what was so special about it? Why did he suddenly feel bad about sending a ground dragon against an electric spider? *Calm down*, he stops his brain and looks back at the man with a small smile.

"I will. But if I may ask..", he stuffs his hands in his pocket, "What was so special about my garchomp's performance?"
Thelma
```open your eyes silly!!!```

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Questions like that simply made him giggle before he realised that he wasn't joking when he asked that. "Well to put it simply, nothing warms my heart more than watching a pokemon try hard for their trainer! You're garchomp may have done just a little bit but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be proud of it! You are proud of your Pokemon aren't you?" 

His heart was too big that was true, The love and affection he gave to his own team was ridiculous. They all had a small collar with a special custom made tag by him, Sometimes he'd end up doodling them all over his papers at work. He simply loved them that much! He was sure that he wasn't the only one that treated his pokemon like they were precious golds *Right?*
Jean
Uh oh, that was a trick question for the boy. "Erm, yes. I am... Proud of it", *Even though it didn't do aything spectacular*, a haunty voice echoes in his head; snickering as the coffin pokemon floates from the void. He grips the back of his neck tightly, a habit of his.

Most of his league colleagues were very close with their pokemon, Cord was... A bit in between. His tangrowth is babied a lot, often getting the most attention and pats. Its pokeball was a cherish ball whilst the rest of Cord's team bar his Cofagrigus were in regular pokeballs. He could relate to Emmet in a sense, but not quite, "I just find a bit a bit... Excessive to cheer on it for every minor thing, especially how its been lagging behind"

As a trainer, Cord would need to understand the needs and ways of his pokemon; and his garchomp was no exception. It was just as touchy as his tangrowth, but more rough and suseptible to praises. It would often laze around and become sluggish when given treats too often.
Thelma
```everyone loves all their pokemon... Right?```

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The young conductor wasn't so sure what came after him but the moment chord had said that his hand jerked forward giving him a nice loud slap across the cheek before gasping his cheeks flushing a deep red. "Oh my- OHMYGODOHMISGSOH HWIKHWIKJ I AM SO SORRY AHhhH sometimes when i get bothered i just i just aH i am i am so sorry huiUHUISU."

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It wasn't like him to suddenly be physically aggressive but that last part of what he said '*Lagging behind*' it rubbed off on him in a bad way. But with that being said it wasn't like he had intended on slapping him it really did just *Come out of nowhere.* 

Composition, he needed his composition. "Maybe you should try approach your garchomp with a different method?" *The nerve of this guy*




~~my brain is dry~~
Jean
The boy moves away and avoids the slap, as if he experienced something very similar in the past. He understood why Emmet was ticked, who wouldn't? Cord jumped away and landed a few feet away, putting his hand on his chin in thought.

"Y'see, after a very recent stint with a a very specific person, my garchomp insisted on some training", he brought the ground dragon out, as if seeking for its support, "A *Very* Specific type of training, mind you. This pokemon is about as rough as it looks, why would I coddle it and not be blunt about its performance?"

The dragon seems to understand and huffs proudly, it seems to love attention, yet hate being overestimated. After it lost against a weavile, it has been brutal on Cord; not that it had less rough training in the past.
Thelma
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He really was sorry for the unnecessary aggression and by the minute he could feel a guilty feeling swish around inside of him. That was the worst feeling ever for him, he always felt sorry and bad about harmful things he did almost instantly and he wish that he could have restrained himself somehow; guess that's another thing to keep him up late at night. 

He averted his gaze slightly, he didn't know anything about the other man yet here he was jabbering his minds thoughts. See this is exactly why he dragged Ingo around wherever he went, the other subway master would always be there to put him in his place. That kind of strong opinionated act of his really was a bad habit he needed to cut.

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He nodded his head slightly averting his gaze once more, "Well that most certainly wasn't what I had intended to mean or say I just thought- oh never mind I thought wrong." He said in a more softer tone, much more calm and toned down in comparison to how he had been acting earlier on.
Jean
*That was close*, an ugly thought creeped in his mind before disappearing in a flash. It was a bit sad but admirable, how this man would go through such a length for his morals; Cord couldn't be mad at Emmet.

He hopped down and hesitantly put a hand on the man's shoulder, "Hey, its alright. Most people won't do that for the sake of pokemon, its kinda admirable", there was sincerity in his voice as he said it, Emmet was a weird and rare guy; but a GREAT weird and rare guy.

"You're a good person, and a zany one! That's pretty great, though I can see how you can get carried away", he gets a cookie from his bag, "Want one? We all make mistakes and assume wrong things, its a part of life"
Thelma
```cookies, the Solution to everything!```

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He flashed the other trainer a grateful smile, he didn't want to have been reassured like that be he most certainly did need it. It was moments like these he was more tame and calm, like any other passing civilian.

"AhH you're super duper understanding thank you." He said the tone in his voice shifting to slightly although he still knew that he was probably just saying that because he had shown a sign of distress through his actions. He took the cookie with a grateful smile, that was something he wouldn't be able to pass up on. 

"You're an amazing trainer Cord and i'm so happy that i got to run into you, it really did make my day"
Jean
"Ahahaha, thank you! I'm glad I made your day",*Not something I get to do a lot*, he thinks to himself. Man, how much did this guy go through? Were people just not capable of basic understanding? He didn't think much of it this time, *Meh, probably basic courtesy anyways*.

Despite being a bit of a harsh trainer, Cord finds no reason to be unreasonably mean; most of the time,"No problem! Basic understanding can do a lot for others, why should I not do it?", he drops a small wrapped plastic full of cookies at Emmet's feet.

"The world seems kinda harsh to you, take it easy; and I hope we meet again", he gives the man's shoulder another pat and an understanding look before leaving the cave, the coffin pokemon trailing after him.
Thelma
```what a funny man```

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The word choice from the other boy had managed to bring back the same big smile he had worn on his face when he had first met the trainer, it was a soft smile off happiness and joy even. Nothing warmed his heart more than people coming down to be nice to him *Though that was usually his job.* 

Cord most certainly was a trainer he wasn't going to forget! Who knows maybe the two could meet up sometime and explore the park or even go to the beach! Maybe they were *Friends?* Maybe that was the young subway master jumping off to his own conclusions but the thought of having made a new friends just like that made him feel happy, it made him feel satisfied almost. All he knew was that he most certainly wanted to run into the young man again. 

He giggled slightly as the other trainer made his leave. "Next time I see you we ought to battle again!" Emmet shouted out after him. The words he had just said may have been something very simple but they had managed to warm his heart in a sense and he most certainly was going to keep them in mind wen he went off to go searching for his brother later on. 

Maybe their run-in was something he'd keep a secret to himself instead off walking off t his brother and gushing on and on about his encounter. This was a sweet but simple memory that he was going to keep in mind. 



"I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

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`Emmet has chuga-chugged out the scene!`
Jack
`Cave is now open!`