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"... ... ... ... ... I have no idea what I'm doing." Continues to stir the pot of mysterious concoction anyway. 

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"You as well. I'm glad to see the promising young trainer has it in her to smile so freely. It suits you." The gym leader motions for her to sit down as she removes her helmet and flicks on the small kettle to boil water.

"How is your pokemon? Feel free to let them wander about."

"Ok! And tea is good, Winona. It’s really nice to see you again!"

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Tell me who you ship me with and I'll go kiss them

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"Less manage, huh...?" Somehow that didn't surprise her, nodding to the other gym leader and following the slick head of raven hair to another room, the candles seemingly fading in an out as if responding to the owner's prescence— or was she simply imagining it? 

A pot of tea had already been set out, still hot and brewing, steam rising like a smokey pillar  to the roof above before disappearing. Did she and her trainers truly communicate through telepathy? Maybe this was just custom as they saw her come through. He tongue bit back any unnecessary questions and curved into a pleasant smile.

"Sounds lovely." She accepted, not quite sure if she was willing to sit down just yet, she circled around the table to get a better look at some of the peculiar dressings of the room, paintings, pots, and other decorum. It was proper to let the host pour your tea anyway.

"Not many in the association speak of you, save for your talent, it would almost seem they were afraid of you..." She could understand their reasoning. "I have only met with your hospitality briefly, but I thank you again for having me... Gym proceedings aside, I would ask you something else. If you would humor me." 

"Hm …" Pushing aside the times that she’d let the gym doors close—mainly due to her lack of interest in entertaining trainers as opposed to actual work—just how many trainers bothered to try the challenge? "There are a few every now and then." Enough to interrupt her day, she neglected to add. "Less manage to make it towards my room." She had to hide a smirk at the thought, remembering a few of the lesser trainers. There had been a few here and there that were worthwhile, obviously those that earned her badge.

The psychic signaled for Winona to follow. There was a better room somewhere around here to chat, mildly more welcoming than this one was, that was sure. Though, she might not be fully aware of just how unsettling her gym was to others if she hadn’t noticed the other’s reactions towards her gym. It was similar to a few challengers’, the first time they arrived.  

Another room contained a decent sized table. On it were two cups and a steaming teapot. One of her gym trainers had just finished heating it up for them. “Would you like some tea?” She might have been raised by rockets, but it didn’t mean she completely lacked in manners.

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"Aa!" Of course, how could something so simple had slipped her mind? Everyone else was caught up in their own business for this time of year, Wallace had be the only one free to help her. Fortree was more often than not the meeting place for Gym— and sometimes even League business. They had even received members from other regions before. So Winona took a small amount of pride in making sure it was presentable for such events. There was usually a Christmas function after all.

"I remember now... I have a bit of a cold, that's all it is." She brushed off. "It's interfering with my thoughts. None the less there are a quite a few boxes that are too heavy for me to move by myself— and assembling the tree is quite a job..."

The flying trainer noticed she had been pacing a bit, and forced herself to be stationary, taking a moment to actually properly meet his eyes, which she hadn't done since he had arrived. Her mind told her to behave one way while her duties told another. She wanted to hurry this along to spare them both any ill-tidings but that alone caused guilt to coil in her stomach like a serpent.

"...Woud you," She coaxed out a smile. "Like some tea before-hand?"

“Yes you sent me a transmission not too long ago regarding assistance needed for setting up the league building for Christmas time.” He stated as he sat across from the young woman. “Are you perhaps feeling unwell? 

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"Oh— ...Wallace?" She seemed to surface from her thoughts, though a near-visible remnant still seemed quite stuck on her, more or less obviously preoccupied with the files strewn haphazardly across her subconscious. Last they had spoken, it had ended on a rather sour note, which was more or less her own fault.

"You'll have to forgive me, did you send a transmission that you were coming by? I haven't had anything prepared..." How embarrassing, to look like this around him of all people. A hand rose to touch the edge of her temple, feeling a bit-light headed. Perhaps that flight through the rain wasn't wearing off as quickly as she'd hoped.

“You seemed troubled Winona..” He stated towards the young woman. This in itself was probably not a good idea to speak with someone he had a bit of a close personal relationship in the past. But the past was the past. Its the present and it was time to move forward.

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"..." Stands around looking official with Altaria, lost in thought.

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"Should I ask her about it?— Or—?"

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"Do you remember this?"

"Of course I do, Flannery. It’s the shirt you took from me not even an hour ago… Yes, I still want it back. I wear it— …sometimes."

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Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

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“!!" The gym supervisor started with a mixture of a gasp and a croak, her spare hand rushing to her backside to nurse the sting. Wasn’t this one of those "go get’em" sort of gestures? Was it a positive? Mouth still agape from the shock, she continued to blankly stare at Brawly as if trying to make sense of a complicated puzzle.

"I—"

Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable.

"IS THIS SOME KIND OF EXCUSE TO AVOID BEING AT THE GYM? IF I GET A SINGLE COMPLAINT I SWEAR THIS IS GOING ON YOUR FILE. A GYM IS LIKE A CHILD YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE IT BY ITSELF NOW GO."

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No lies

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His nonchalant attitude threw her off her feet, lilac eyes widening in surprise. It was then that something else emerged in Winona, a burning sensation that moved from the back of her head all the way to the tips of her toes. The gym leader clenched her teeth, arms whipping away from her body as quickly moved to block his way, anger knitted tightly between her brows.

"I asked you a question." She seethed. "What are you doing here?"

Determination had lit up like a blaze in her quivering pupils, pressed hard into the other's, almost territorial. Somehow his ties with Flannery had made this almost personal to her, and it was like a splinter she couldn't manage to free from under her skin. Painful and restricting. Her ego as gym supervisor didn't play well with his uncooperative attitude either.

The blond stood there for a good two minutes, debating on whether or not he should even argue with the woman. He concluded that she really wasn’t worth his time, and that he had better things to do. Winonia was too calm, which meant she was absolutely no fun to mess with. Yeah, he was sure he’d be able to get a reaction out of her eventually, but he preferred it if he could get an instantaneous one.

So, he merely rolled his eyes, and turned on his heels to head off to somewhere else in the city, stating, “I don’t have time to be dealing with you… Mind your own business.”

Of course that last sentence was meant to instigate something.

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"I look foreword to hearing all about it. Be sure to wipe your feet there— Do you like tea? Or would you prefer juice?"

"Oh, if you say so! I guess I have…I’ve done a few cool things since we last met! But…I’ll tell you all that later. It’d be nice to have a rest, so lead the way!"

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"Surely I'm over-thinking it..."