Roland
"Clearly." He chuckled quietly in response to it ticking her off. It was understandable really. The amount of people who has an opinion on the Pokémon someone *Else* Used was unreal, even though it had nothing to do with them. 

 "If you're gettin' your ass kicked by fairies, you might wanna pick up a steel type. Scizor makes short work o' most of 'em." He said, looking at Agnes again. "But yeah, they are usually pretty soft lookin'. Not that I'm complainin' I think this one actually does a lot to convince people I'm better than I was. Given that they can read aura an' all. Ain't gonna find 'em a round bad people I guess." He said, lifting his jacket to show the Ribombee hiding beneath it.
Teresa
Agnes looked down at the pokemon with a soft smile, waving at the small pokemon.

"I thought scolipede would be able to hit em like a truck, but to our demise most we cross paths with picked up psychic moves and well, the rest of the story plays itself out." They said with a short laugh.

"I actually tried to catch a honedge at one point but, that really went south." They said with a short laugh, pointing to the the scar that trailed from the bass of their cheek, all the was down to about their collar bone, "I threw the pokeball, it broke out and completely lashed out at me, honestly I was pretty concerned to why it got so upset." They said with a small frown, "I haven't really tried to catch another steel type since, not like i'm scared of em! I'm just gettin older and stuff, plus I don't think i'd be able to put any of the pokemon i have now on the bench like that." They said with a chuckle.
Roland
"Honedge, huh...? Y'know I can't recommend a Scizor enough as a steel type. Bullet Punch is so fast not much can avoid it. It's got STAB, and even boosted by the Technician ability too. It's pretty dangerous. Not to mention its *Only* Weakness is fire and it's *Immune* To poison too. A real valuable team member." He hummed, looking across at his Scizor, who was glaring daggers at all of Agnes' Pokémon. "If you can find one that ain't such a dick." 

Guzma's grey eyes turned back to Agnes once again, trailing along the scar pointed out to him. "You ain't old yet, don't use that excuse. You're gonna need your wits about you if you decide to try catchin' a Scyther. But I'd be happy to help evolve it if you do."
Marie
"I mean, i'm 27, going on 28, that's kinda old." They said with a chuckle, "But i still train with my pokemon and stuff, i just think i'm done with tryin to beat the champ and stuff y'know? I've been trying to em since- god 19, i dunno, i'm not *Trying* To give up, but sometimes I kinda just wanna sit back, i'm happy wuth bartending and everyone in town loves my pokemon so they usually spend time in the market. It's like in that small bubble of 'okayness' and i just don't wanna step out of it." They said with a short laugh.

"But who knows, maybe 50 year old me will want to conquer the champion and a scizor would deem itself useful, so I may take you up on that offer of evolving." They said with a smile as their krookidle walked up. It stopped, slightly drooping it's glasses to look at guzma. He had an attitude and ut showed. Agnes greeted their pokemon while patting it's head softly.
Roland
"Hey, you better watch it. I'm turnin' 27 soon an' I sure as hell ain't ready to be old yet." He grunted, letting out a huff. 

"That makes sense though... Maybe that's why I keep wantin' to go back to the way things were. It's a comfort zone. Right now I dunno where I belong... At least then I knew what to expect." He sighed. 

"What do *You* Want?" He questioned the dark type, looking it up and down. Guzma had his own attitude, and he wasn't afraid to show it. He didn't appreciate it looking at him like that - he'd gotten enough judgemental looks from other humans.
Teresa
"Take into account my head is always 3 or 4 years ahead of me." They said with a chuckle, "But yeah, it's the first time in years stuff feels okay after— *He* Died, so it's like, I don't want it to move.." They said with a shrug.

They preked up when guzma commented about Their krooki's stare, they looked between the two, knowing both their attitudes, this could turn into a skitty fight, "Poppa don't look at him li-" They were cut off by the krookidle explaining something while placing his hands on his head, "Oh.. *Ohh*" They said, starting to laugh a little, "He wants to know where you found his glasses, he looked at you funny cause his eyes get wonky in the shade with sun glasses on." Agnes explained, basically translating what their pokemon babbled to them.
Roland
Guzma looked between the two of them a couple times, then shook his head. 

"What do you *Mean*, where I found your glasses? I ain't found your glasses. These are *Mine."* He said, gesturing to the oversized, yellow-framed sunglasses on his head. 

As stupid as it sounded, the ridiculous sunglasses were part of Guzma's comfort bubble. His glasses, his jacket, and his watch were all items that made him feel more comfortable to have on him. Hell, even his chain had been too, but that wasn't such an easy fix like it was to get round glasses. He still missed the weight of it around his neck. If this overgrown Sandile thought he could swipe them, he was sorely mistaken.
Teresa
Agnes looked between the two,agnes could be— kinda dumb at times, but they can be witty with social ques, "Popp listen what if I—" They gently reached over to poppa, making his quickly spiral into a hissy fit, snatching them back, "You didnt like that right?" The pokemon seemed to partially cuss them out for what they did, "And, do you remember when farg took my rings and I wasn't happy?" They asked. The krookidle seemed to calm down as it nodded, "Well, that's probably how G feels about his glasses, plus I already hashed out a good amount of yen for those new glasses you wanted." They noted, so stop tryin' to take othee people stuff, capeesh?" You could see why they are able to work with kids so easilt now.

The krookidle looked between them for a moment before letting out a huff, seeming to agree. "Good, Now go back with atlas and Golisipod. *And share*" They said, placing 3 Sitrus berries into his claws.

"Sorry about him, he can be a priss sometimes." They said with a chuckle watcing the pokemon scampered back to the two pokemon, making sure he gave each of them a berry.
Roland
The tall man let out a sigh as the Krookodile seemed to relent, relieved he wasn't going to have to argue about it. They were the only pair he had. 

"Ain't nobody called me G since the last time I saw Plumes..." He muttered, mostly just to himself. As far as he was aware, Agnes wouldn't even know who that was, so not much point sharing. He glanced over to watch the Pokémon eat the berries, the massive Golisopod breaking the berry in half and giving one half to Ariados and the other to Masquerain, who landed on his head to eat it. 

"It's fine, I guess. No harm done. You handled it well." He admitted, looking back to Agnes.
Teresa
"Having to deal with Poppa's misfits it's like second nature at this point." They said with a laugh

"But if you don't want me calling you G that's okay!- it kinda just came outa no where." They said with a short laugh, their serperior tried its best to split the berry for others, but considering the lost their arms after they evolved from servine, it was much more difficult.
Roland
"What? No, it's fine. Just... Seems like a while since I heard it, that's all. ...I really gotta call her at some point, see how shit's goin' without me..." He muttered, scratching at his undercut for a moment in thought. 

Plumeria should still be back in Po Town, working with the handful of ex-grunts who couldn't go home to turn the place around. He really had to check in. 

Ariados stepped up to Servine, using a leg to break the berry into smaller bits for the grass type.
Teresa
"A friend of yours?" Agnes questioned, slightly cocking their head in confusion, they did this a lot.

Serperior looked to the pokemon, it thanked it while offering a piece to the Ariados. Agnes other pokemon came around and started to take a bit of the broke berry as well.
Roland
"Who, Plumes? Plumeria? Yeah. Yeah, she is. Best friend I got. Used to be my admin, before I broke Team Skull up... She's lookin' after Po Town while I'm out here." He nodded, smiling slightly while he watched the Pokémon. 

Ariados picked up the berry piece and scuttled over to Scizor to share it. The steel type might not want to get involved, the spider Pokémon had other thoughts.
Teresa
"Ah I see, that was nice of her to hold stuff up! I'll have to meet her when we go back." They said with a soft smile as they watched their feet swing back and forth, just barely touching the grass.

"Hey uh, if this is touchy you don't have'ta say anything, but what made you kickstart team skull?" They questioned. They looked someone tense after questioning him though, realizing how sensitive of a topic it could be.
Roland
Guzma tensed up at the question, grinding his teeth slightly as he stared at a spot on the ground. Agnes was... *Almost* A stranger. Should he really be telling them this kinda shit? At the same time though, they'd been there at the peak of his childhood trauma at least, and that was what had made him start it. 

"Do you, uh..." He scratched at his cheek with a finger awkwardly. "Do you remember my dad? And, uh... What he was like with me? I dunno how much you knew back then, can't say I talked about it a lot, but..." He let out a little laugh, though it was more wounded than anything. "He used to use me to practice his golf swing. So, I... Ran away. Joined what Team Skull was before I got a hold of it, when it was still run by the old Kahuna of Ula'ula. The one before Nanu. Once he was stripped of the role by Tapu Bulu, he went missin'. I stepped up and filled the role of Boss. Shaped it into the troublemakers you knew cuz by that point I was so angry I never made it as trial captain that I thought everyone else deserved to suffer too."
Teresa
Agnes fell silent, vaugly remeber all the times they silently questioned the bruises he tried to cover. A small wave of rage washed over them once they really thought about it. But they tried their best to swallow their anger.

"I see.." They spoke quietly, silence cut between the two as they tried to put their thoughts into words, "Jeez— I'm really sorry G-" They looked to him with a subtle frown. More memories washed over them between the sparce memories of the two of them alone. 

It was one of the ways they grew closer from what they remember. The two of them both had a shit excuse for a dad, but they didn't want to make him dwell on it, noting how he tensed up before he even answered the question.