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"Wow. You know, I did most things on my own back in my own world. I kind of had to since I was travelling so much." He was starting to wonder if Vanitas thought he was seriously some kind of royalty or not. Which was fine, it was just amusing to hell to Yuri.

Zorya found a corner and produced her small carved shiv. Then.. she starts chopping the petals off the flower, the blue petals fluttering into the air at her attack. Vesna clutched her cheeks and screamed at the flora murder before trying to pry it free of the angry little Pichu.

Potya was doing happy paws in the air, quite content that Vanitas clearly folded to her charms. Everyone always did eventually. She flicks her ear at Flood, looking up at the pair with an even louder purr. "Hello, Flood~ Has that kitten been giving any trouble?"

"I haven't, no. I don't like losing. I think I'm going to train up these guys a little more before approaching a gym. If I'm going to do it I might as well do it right, you know?"

Of course he doesn't actually think that. If he did, he wouldn't actually use 'Your Highness' to address Yuri.

He just likes being an ass.

"Sure you did," Vanitas drawled as he made his way over to sit by Yuri's feet on the couch with Potya still in his arms. It's not his fault she's kind of adorably stuck on herself, okay.

"Flick? No, she's fine~ Doesn't talk a lot but likes to get into trouble just like Shadow and I," Flood mused in delight as Undertaker rolled his eyes from his perch.

The feline in question was snickering up a storm at the fit that Vesna was throwing, padding closer on all fours as her tail flicked about. Without a word she reached up to bat at the little thing, attempting to get her away from the flower.

"Fair enough, I guess. It's just an easy way to make good money is all," Vanitas said as he leaned back, resting Potya on his lap now just as Flood slipped over his shoulder to sit with the feline. "We can head out in the next couple days then."

Oh no, it had nothing to do with the utter purr-fection ta was Potya. She happily open and closed her paws, stretching her fingers happily up to gently brush at Vanitas's chin.

"Good, its good to make a little trouble. he doesn't need to talk a lot for such things."

Vesna turns and bats her little hands at Flick because dammit she needed to get her flower back and--

It was petal-less. Zorya throws the decimated flower back down at Vesna's feet and makes a throat slit motion with her shiv across her neck.

"Yeah, I know. I like to succeed though and Zorya needs more training, if I can get her to focus. She's a little insane."

Just a little... Yuri sits up so he can brust his shoulder against Vanitas, looking at Potya who was washing Flood the best she can.

"Alright. The house is nice and all but it kind of defeats the purpose to just chill out here all the time."

Spoiled cat.

"Making trouble is what we all do best~" Flood said through her giggles, practically melting as Potya started to clean her. See? This is why Potya is the best kitty~

Tail flicking about, Flick grins at Zorya's threat, grabbing Vesna by one of her strange little whisker things to tug her back. Too bad, so sad~ No more flower!

Vanitas glances at Yuri as the other sits up and brushes against his shoulder, eyebrow going up.

"A little insane?" he mused, clearly entertained by the little Pichu but, come on Yuri. She was completely insane. "I figured you needed time to rest your feet, your highness," he added in a drawl before smirking lazily as he bumped Yuri's shoulder with his own. "I needed to stock up on stuff but we won't linger much more than a day more, if that. Promise."

The Floette looks absolutely devastated. Another flower, biting the dust. It wasn't like the blue ones were even easy to find!! Why did Yuri have to adopt this terrible thing?!

She squeaks as she's pulled back and slaps at the kitten.

"You're both awful!!!"

Zorya didn't care. She just sparks her cheeks at Vesna before hopping away to find something else to trash.

"Well, carrying around Potya all the time makes for an exhausting trip but I'm fine."

Potya gave him a look that implied if he called her fat he would be doing extra was before turning back to hook her claws into Flood's wooden outside to draw in closer, rubbing her cheeks against the branches to mark Flood as her's for the 800th time.

Poffins were quite a deal breaker apparently.

"It's alright. I've been doing some delivery work between training so its been productive at least. I wish I could just earn money skating."

The words seemed to distract Yuri for a moment, clearly thinking of something else that was out of sight and generally out of mind but he shakes it off a moment later.

Flick just snickered, ducking away from the slaps and prancing off towards the main room again now that the fun was over. Poor little bug fairy. No more flowers.

"You say that like she weighs as much as some of the others," Vani mused, well aware that he could win Potya's favor with calling her perfect and skinny. It was kind of hilarious to turn her against Yuri in some cases.

The blonde's comment about skating gets a curious look out of Vanitas, though, and he's quiet a moment before shrugging as Flood giggles up a storm at being marked.

"You could put on shows or something like that. I bet there are plenty of people that would pay to see you do your ice dancing thing."

Flowers were the whole point of her!! Vesna was going to have to find another. Hopefully blue. Stupid crazy Pichu. Wasn't the trainer she came from supposed to be really nice?! Yuri said he was really nice!!!

She was going to file a complaint about tainted eggs, this was Garbador level garbage.

A dainty paw rests against Potya's chin as she bats her long lashes at Vanitas. A boy after her heart~! She arches her back and flops her hind quarters against Vanitas's side.

You may scritch the butt, sir.

"Wow. You know, he called you garbage when he first saw you on the network"

Potya gives him a dead pan look, dropping her butt back down. Can you not judge who she loves?

"Yeah, well.. Its basically what I did back home, to pay for the bills. I don't know if it would work well here."

His green eyes wander a moment... then he squints at Vesna who was performing last rites for her flower.

"...Unless I teach my Pokemon how to skate..."

Funny how things work out sometimes. Good trainers can have shit Pokemon, Vesna. Sorry.

"I call everything garbage sometimes," Vanitas said with a snicker, continuing to pet and lavish Potya with love. Don't try and turn her against him, Yuri. That's just rude.

Glancing in the direction Yuri was squinting in, Vani almost looks thoughtful for a moment before his lips twitch into a grin.

"People are suckers for Pokemon doing anything. I bet you could make a fortune if you could get them to cooperate."

Her complaint was still valid, disembodied thought she couldn't actually hear, gawsh. Vesna rests the stem against her shoulder and turns.

Why was her trainer staring at her like that?

"I think Vesna would cooperate so long as she was given something she wanted in return and she knew that it was making her the center of attention."

Just the attention part would be enough surely.

Potya extends a graceful leg up as she rolls onto her back, squeezing her back toes against Vanitas's chin. You know what, you could have the belly too why not...

"What do you do for money around here?" Yuri shifts to stand, going to clean up the petals and stem bits.

"Reward the crap out of her to get her to perform. I like it." Of course he did. It sounded like something he would do in a heartbeat. "I could get some of mine to help, if you wanted. I bet they'd enjoy it." Mandrake would, he knew that much.

Potya's new pose gets a snort out of Vanitas though he's more than happy to scratch her belly to, lifting his head slightly to get his head away from her foot.

"Odd jobs, mostly," Vanitas replied with a slight shrug as Flood giggled in his lap.

Odd jobs. Right.

Um, excuse you, she put her foot there for, a reason. She continues to sticky her leg out, paws kneading the air with a happy loud purr. She would absolutely ham it up in private, lets be real. Much like a normal cat from Yuri's world she too enjoyed as much attention as possible so long as no strangers caught her doing it.

"Odd jobs..? I guess I can figure something out like that for the time being." He dumps the bits and goes back to the couch. He rests his hands on his hips, staring at Potya.

"...Are you serious right now?" He sits down on his knees to scritch her head before burying his face into her belly and blowing raspberries.

The Glameow startles, thrashing and springing away quickly. She glares over her shoulder and seats her self before licking a paw gently. Well. Rude.

Vanitas can't help but start laughing as Potya scrambles off his lap and Flood follows suit, dissolving into giggles as she rolls off Vani's lap and--

Yep, there she goes disappearing into the couch.

Ghosts.

"She's going to end up tearing out all your hair in your sleep if you keep that up," he said through his laughter, reaching over to ruffle Potya's ears gently. "I won't feel bad for you, either."

"She secretly loves it, don't let her lie." Yuri shifts so he can reach out to nudge Potya with his foot. "Right? You love it. Huh, don't you?"

Potya is moving a little from him poking her butt and she gives him a flat judgey cat look before leaning up into Vanitas's hand. Then a firm swat at Yuri before she trots off to find a comfortable spot to drape herself.

"Hair grows back. Though this took a little while to grow out." He reaches up and messes with his hair a bit. "Your's is pretty long too. I mean. You.. only really do one thing with it.."

"There isn't much I can do with it. It's just always like this."

Seriously. He doesn't style it. Have you ever seen him look in a mirror, Yuri? (Well, there are other reasons for that but let's not get into that.)

"As long as you're aware that you're going to one day be taken down by a cat," Vanitas mused teasingly, head tilting as he looked at Yuri. "I guess we'll just have to try and make the best of it while you're still alive."

"Wild and insane? I should try to help you some time. Just because its fuzzy doesn't mean you can't try to do something with it." He reaches up to touch it.

Well, it did certainly seem to have a mind of its own just from the texture but there was no reason Yuri couldn't figure something out with it.

"Yes, we'll have to do our best to make the most of every moment before I'm violently murdered by an angry cat."

Once upon a time Vanitas would have probably punched anyone that tried to touch him. Now, though? Now he let's Yuri touch...at least for now.

"Do I even want to know what you'd try to do to it, though?" he drawled, lips twitching into a bit of a grin. "Maybe I should cut it all."

Go for the buzzed look or something. Or a side cut. He'd seen some punk with one and he kind of liked it.

"At least you know the end is coming. Maybe not when it's coming but you know how."

Yuri shakes his head, running his fingers through the black hair now to semi-style it. Maybe if he braided the sides down and left the middle up..? It was an idea. He would have to sit Vanitas down long enough to try it.

"No, don't cut it all off though you could probably use a trim at least..."

He laughs, shaking his head. "Technically, the end is coming for everyone isn't it..? So I'm exactly where I started."

It..felt nice to have someone run their fingers through his hair like that. Actually, this was the first time anyone had ever done it. Strange, huh?

"Aw, do you like my long hair?" he said playfully, relaxing more into the couch as he glanced at Yuri with a grin rather than his usual smirk. "I guess that's a fair point. We're all living on borrow time or some crap like that."

"I hate long hair, obviously."

Yuri flips his head so his hair flicked out of his eyes as he flops down next to Vanitas. He would have to hold the other young man down sometime. Trim some of the broken ends off, show him the joy of hair styling. The joy being a loose term but the looking good part was nice.

"I don't think its borrowed, really. I think its given to us and its up to use not to waste it."

He can't help but snicker, gently elbowing the other as Yuri settles beside him.

"Of course you do, your highness," he drawled before shifting to tuck his arms behind his head without knocking Yuri in the process.

"...I guess that's one way to look at it. A better way of looking at it, I guess."

"I guess? I mean, we all get given a set of time and what we do with it is what matters. I've probably messed up a lot of mine to be honest. But I got plenty more, I'm sure."

At least he hoped so. It would be nice to not have it cut short suddenly like so many others. Maybe he really wasn't taking advantage of it like he should be but there wasn't much he could do about the years he'd already spent.

"I don't know how time works here, if its actually taking from whatever little pot I have but its definitely some of the better time I've spent."

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