His fist pumped into the air enthusiastically, a wide, wild grin on his face to really drive home the cliche, 'Game Freak' nature of the whole thing. Raziel relaxed his arm when suddenly the thought hit him: "But what if we *are* jaded and unapproachable?" he studied Leon's face, his somewhat unassured tone indicating that he was only half-kidding. Unapproachable might not have been entirely accurate, but jaded? He was so jaded he could have been a prop on The Crown.

The two of them laughed together for a long moment -- it was warm, easy. Certainly not unapproachable. As Leon looked over his shoulder to follow Raziel's gaze into the bushes, the rustling exited his mind, and he looked back to the side of Leon's head. It felt like in that one second, Raziel had studied every lock of hair on that head and looked through it into Leon. He knew he couldn't say it, but he found something, er, everything, about Leon sexy and confident. This lingering moment of intimacy was the first one he'd had in a year, maybe longer. An instant connection could not be denied.

He would have looked at the back of Leon's head all day if time and space would have let him. It was only the appearance of a Skarmory and a Pidgeotto that pulled him out of his trance; Raziel mirrored Leon's movement and grabbed at a Pokeball before his brain caught up to reality and reminded him that Fanny was already ready for battle. "Right..." the word barely escaped under his breath, like a final cleavage from fantasy land as his eyes fell on the Pidgeotto. "Fanny, let's take on Pidgeotto. Use Wing Attack."

It was an act they'd performed once, twice, or one thousand times; Fanny reared back and soared toward the enemy bird, her smaller wing aglow with searing white energy as it slammed into the chest of her enemy. With a scream, the Pidgeotto fell downward -- perhaps it had been Fanny's Super Luck that caused extra damage. It wasn't critical enough to keep Pidgeotto down though: the other bird got back up and unleashed its own Quick Attack. With a trading of blows, both Pokemon returned to their starting positions before Pidgeotto whipped up a Twister and sent it Fanny's way.

Raziel guarded his eyes from any flying twigs or pebbles as the Twister died down with Fanny right in the middle of it. In a moment, the world around them rested again. "Feint Attack." Again, Fanny charged the Pidgeotto and sent it tumbling -- this time, however, the enemy would have no time to retaliate. "Wing Attack." the words were beginning to lose meaning in Raziel's mouth as he watched Fanny perform the attack for what had to be the hundredth time. Like many other instances, this one was also the one that sealed the deal: Pidgeotto was knocked out.

Raziel looked over to Leon once again, his eyes attracted to that blond mop of hair like magnets.

Leon Harte

[attr="class","dibody2"]The Azumarill rolled around like a tumbleweed in a tornado; its wrath unavoidable by the Skarmory. Rollout proved to be (almost) fatal for the metallic bird as it felled down next to the Pidgeotto. They were their trophies, the two of them. Had he a sick mind, Raziel would take some part of the Pidgeotto's feathers for a keepsake. He had no such thing -- at least, not sick in that capacity.

He returned Leon's smile with one of his own -- this one more tame than his previous ones. The breeder shared a moment with his Azumarill as Raziel looked on, nodding at the remark regarding Auz's utility. "He sure knows how to steamroll his opponents." sarcasm coated his words, the pun hanging out in the open for a moment before a smirk came across an already pleasant face.

"Honestly I'm not even proud of that pun, please don't laugh." his eyes searched for something at Leon's feet before leaping back up to his acquaintance's eyes. "I don't think we're going to get lucky with that Ditto today, are we?" perhaps Leon had been thinking it; Raziel hoped that was the case, lest he be the one to burst that bubble of hope. Heaving a sigh, he looked off toward the treetops. The sun was lowering, its rosy rays tickling the horizon. "Wow, we've been out here a little while, haven't we?"

Perhaps it would be time to go soon. "I think I'm gonna keep moving on, get back to Kikyo City..." his words trailed, voice quieting at the end as he looked back to Leon.

"But I would really like to hang out again. In all seriousness, moving here on your own is fucking tough." Surely Leon could relate to that. He played with his fingers discreetly: was he nervous? It must have been that beautiful blond hair. "That's only if I didn't bore you with my boundless humor and pretty face." recalling what Len had said earlier, Raziel smirked again. They'd had a fun afternoon, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last they shared.