-never again

     Oooh. I’m shaking in my boots.

You are actually an idiot. It's not just an act. You really are.

     Do you think being rude to a world-      class celebrity is a smart idea?

I've killed people more important than you.

     Don’t be such a bitch.

Do you think that makes you sound grown up?

                                    Being ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ is the, is the best way to be                                   When I’m by myself it’s the best way to be                                    When I’m all ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ it’s the best way to be                            When I’m by myself, nobody else can say ɢᴏᴏᴅʙyᴇ

People always seem to just run with the idea that “all interpretations are true”, but forget the corollary that “all interpretations are true so long as they’re rational and you can derive it from evidence in the text”. And by this, I mean that there’s a limit to fan interpretations/theories/headcanons that you can come up with before it sounds like you’re talking about a whole different work entirely.   

                                 single verse & ship, smut free                               para and script, series concurrent                                       7 years RP experience

                       Yeah, baby! Butch and Sundance are back.

She didn’t do this, Eric, you did.

"Yes." Was all he gave for that, not really sure why he’d need any more than what he absolutely needed. He was confident in what he had and the abilities of that— any more would be taking up space that was needed for other things. Hm.

Oh, and now he was asking about the technicalities. That was fine, of course. He’d always wanted to share the process of his work, hopefully inspiring others and just generally getting it off his shoulders; you learned more about what you were doing when you spoke about it, of course. Charles explained away in a chipper fashion, grinning with excitement as he spoke about his process.

It was strange however, traveling with another who wasn’t an associate or a colleague or anything like that. No, this man was… well, Charles didn’t know who it truly was outside of a simple name. He didn’t really keep up to date with the news either, so really. Instead he simply stared at the man for a moment before returning his attention to the iron beast before him, while his Espeon made content sounds at the actions which Erik made behind her ear, proceeding to jump onto his lap. Well them.

The professor listened to his companion’s story, however, looking genuinely interested as he went on about the order and time-frame he had each of his beasts.  A small smile appeared on red lips, finding it endearing. "That so…?" He asked lightly, "I think it’s nice. You have a strong bond with them and it shows quite nicely." A hum. "I have— many, as you see, most for not long, but the ones I carry I’ve had longest."

Looking to the sky he watched as the sun set into the horizon, a wistful sigh leaving him as he stretched. Their location would be alive with the sound of natural nightlife, something he was amusingly excited over.

A part of him was tempted to push the Espeon off, disgruntled at the presumption his lap was prime real estate for planting asses. Instead he just pursed his lips and continued scratching, using his other hand to shift the pokemon into a position where minimum elbow digging was involved. "We do well enough together." Was all he chose to say on the comment of any connection.

In truth it was no lie. Despite differences and the occasional scuffle it was a team that worked well, no doubt because in the end they were all the others had. Erik had children of course, but on the best of days the three were estranged from him and on the worst? Well, it was better left unsaid to be honest. Those particular things were not the sort Erik cared to pay much mind to else he'd end up in a tailspin he wanted nothing to do with.

Instead he just listened as Charles spoke, vaguely interested but not really. "I see." Droll as he watched the other stretch, arching a brow before scoffing. Turning away he watched the other pokemon, humming as his Metagross fleeted between Charles' psychic types. Glad, it seemed, to be able to make some kind of visceral connection with it's own type. "Why Psychic types?" He asked suddenly, turning back to look at the other. His Aggron had long since fallen asleep curled up against the other man.

Alas, Erik, that is not what I want.

This place isn’t changing.

If you're unhappy either it needs to change or you do.

I'd rather it did.

There aren’t houses like these on the market ready for the picking.

I’m not moving.

I could rip it down and you could rebuild it.

I like space.

Why not move then?

You can't have it every way.