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His name is Ivan Raikov.

[And just when you thought Scar couldn't get even more awkward...]

I think he's... taken with me.

[Nervous glancing offscreen. HE'S NOT AROUND, IS HE?]

Don't know the name.

...taken with you? Are you certain he isn't just a very friendly man? Different worlds have different standards...

[She's trying so hard not to outright laugh.]

No, he's definitely...

[Scar does not want to recount the details.]

I'm sure.

You are a very handsome man.

I assume you've told him you aren't interested? I...assume you aren't.

Of course I'm not. He's just...

[Glaring away from the screen, because he cannot STAND to look at her right now. Huff.]

I owe him, because he helped me pay for all the tomato juice after the... incident with the Skuntank.

Yes, you are Scar. Speaking purely aesthetically, you have handsome features, you're tall and in shape, you're at that age where a man is considered in his physical prime...

[She shrugs.]

It's not unreasonable to think someone who finds you attractive would want to act on that attraction. But really, be clear with him. It's only fair. If he's interested in you as a person, there's no reason you can't make a friend. As long as you make it clear that's all you're open to.

I meant that I'm not interested.

[But he also doesn't find himself attractive, regardless of whatever list Lust has arranged in her head as to why he supposedly is.]

I do not need a... laundry list about how supposedly attractive I am.

[Supposedly. Dear God, he doesn't need to hear that again.]

Then be clear with him, otherwise you're giving him false hope.

Well, you got one anyway. Usually men like hearing a woman rattle off how good looking they are.

I am not leading him on, I already told him that I'm not... He's just determined.

Well I don't. And we're changing the subject.

[To what, though? He can't think of anything. Why must this be so difficult?]

You do have that effect on people. He'll give up when he realizes you really aren't interested in men at all.

Lighthearted teasing Scar, that's all. Just relax. I'm having a good time, you can too. It's nice just to talk.

I am not interested in talking about myself, especially not about how all I have managed to accomplish in this... second life is catch the attention of other men.

[Teasing or no.]

That's not all you've done. From what I've seen of your Pokemon, you're an excellent trainer.

[Why all of the flattery? Sheesh.]

It isn't difficult...

[Miriam stirs on his lap.]

They're friendlier than animals.

And smarter, too. With far more complex emotions.

I really quite like them, actually.

[Scar nods as he looks down to Miriam, lightly stroking her head and back. Funny, how she hadn't gotten any bigger since her "hatching." Pokémon biology is strange.

He looks up to the 'Gear and frowns at the visible top of the round, blue Pokémon sitting on Lust's lap.]

Do you always sleep with Guttle like that?

Usually he's next to me, but he tries to creep onto my lap. He knows he doesn't fit, he just ends up with his face end on my leg. When I sleep he curls up next to me.

I ask because I remember him being disarmingly heavy.

[Scar is just tiredly babbling at this point. Miriam stirs awake, meowing quietly at the screen. It's been a while since she's seen Lust!]

He's not all the way on my lap. He can't be!

[Lust smiles when she sees Miriam.]

Does she often sleep with you?

[Another small nod from Scar as he watches Miriam nose at the 'Gear.]

I don't keep any of them in their storage balls, much.

I only keep Mammon in his, since he's an ocean dwelling Pokemon. But eventually he'll have a saltwater pool to live in.

Did you know you can teach Pokemon to cook? I think I might, once I learn. They like to do things.

At this supposed house?

[There's that disapproving tone, again. Though his expression is less angry and more skeptical.]

Mine help around the camp with little things. Though Amit and Daniel are the only two who I can trust to be responsible. The other two are like... children, really.

That's how it all started. The idea to get a house. So the sharpedos could have a pool. But I do like the idea, of having a home. My own home, with my own room and my own things.

Chanteuse tries. I think she'd like to cook. Really she likes anything that gets her attention.

How do you expect to realistically pay for one?

[It's an honest question. Then again, Scar is frugal to the extreme, so he wouldn't even consider buying a home unless he was absolutely certain he had the steady funds to maintain it.]

We have a great deal of money.

Greed has plenty, and I have...more than plenty. France is rich and he's essentially family, he just sends it to me.

[Yes, her rich sort-of brother-in-law gives her a very generous allowance, she's not ashamed of this.]

So you're living together?

[Good thing he's in a good mood for this conversation. Scar's already heard enough on the network to know the general answer, but he doesn't want her thinking that.

He's not even touching the France thing.]

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