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Post by eleonore badisa on May 16, 2013 2:07:39 GMT -5
She laughs openly; Eleonore has no fear of the former champion, perhaps because she simply cannot take the man seriously. "I'm afraid you need a new book, then," the woman replies, smiling. "Yours may be a bit out-of-date." The blonde leans back in her chair, shifting her legs for a bit more comfort, before finishing her cup of tea and setting it on the floor beside the chair.
"I'm glad you enjoyed my humor." Her hands come to a rest in her lap, her slim fingers twining together. "It seems the inability to swim isn't the only thing you have in common, though." She sighs in fake resignation. "Are you sure you didn't receive your sense of, ahem, entertainment from them as well?"
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Post by steven stone on May 16, 2013 9:39:57 GMT -5
"Quite sure," he replies smoothly, taking the humor she seemed satisfied with his reaction to in stride. "Had I gained my sense of entertainment from them, as you suggest, I have a feeling I'd see more benefit in the occasional Pokeblock than seeking out stones."
Needless to say, the ex-Champion isn't apt to go trying one of those any day soon.
He picks up his tea again, and sips it. "Although not quite what others would call entertaining I find plenty of satisfaction in what I do," he says with a smirk.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 16, 2013 17:50:55 GMT -5
The blonde waves an airy hand through the air. "One can never be too sure with you, Daigo," she chuckles. "For all I know, you could very well be an excellently-made robot, hm?" Not that she truly believes that the man is anything but human, of course, but she won't miss an opportunity to subtly remind him to loosen up.
Then he mentions what he does, and she shakes her head. "Still obsessed with rocks, I see," the woman remarks. It is the one thing about Daigo that makes her hate Steven Stone; although the man has always been different from her father, the shared interest is enough to put her on edge.
Resisting the urge to push her fingernails into the palms of her hands, Eleonore stands and walks to the mantle. "Speaking of rocks ..." she murmurs, lifting the lid of a container and extracting its contents, "I suppose this is for you." The blonde carefully places the blue stone in front of him. "It's from Chargestone Cave, in Unova." She sits down on the couch beside him. "I've already done what I wanted to do with it; you can take it, if you like."
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Post by steven stone on May 16, 2013 21:04:33 GMT -5
”I quite prefer “passionate” to obsessed as far as my interests go,” he tells her, looking after the woman as she moves from her seat to the fireplace mantle. ”But I must say it’s almost flattering to be called such. Almost.” That or offensive. Luckily, when it comes to his interest in rocks, it takes a bit more than being told he’s obsessed to offend him.
His eyes widen slightly when he catches a glimpse of whatever she has for him, the blue against her skin keeping his attention until she sets it before him. His golden gaze passes to the woman when she sits beside him before turning his attention to the rock. Steven takes it in his hand, giving it an initial sweep-over and turning it so he can see its surface from most angles. ”Very generous of you to give me something like this…” The faint glow intrigues him greatly, and the former Champion makes a note to visit the cave sooner rather than later. ”…you remember the way to my more enthusiastic side, unsurprisingly.”
”Ah –“ The stone had drawn his interest enough that he almost forgot to make note of the ‘robot’ comment. ”—and I can assure you I’m quite human. Not a speck of metal or wiring in my body.”
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 16, 2013 22:34:19 GMT -5
Eleonore smiles. It's almost too easy to please him, and she watches him with vague amusement. "I didn't do it for you," she sighs. "You're simply a convenient disposal system." The woman lightly taps his shoulder with her fist, adding, "And what don't I remember?" (He of all people should know.)
The woman arranges herself comfortably on the couch, reclining, and rolls her eyes at the man. "I can't seem to believe you. I wonder why?" Eleonore raises an eyebrow. "You know, some people believe that robots and aliens don't possess belly buttons." She is of the opinion that such views are ludicrous -- if one has the technology to create a robot, then it shouldn't be that difficult to create one -- but she smirks at him anyway.
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Post by steven stone on May 16, 2013 22:42:06 GMT -5
Steven allows himself to smirk slightly at her words, capable of taking them in stride rather than offense. "Such a harsh name. I'm hurt." He raises his free hand and places it lightly over his heart, as though actually pained by her words. The sarcasm in his voice is light - as such a tone almost always is from him - but it's there nonetheless and prominent as ever.
His eyebrows rise as she speaks, just before he rolls his eyes and places the glowing stone next to his cup of tea. "What are you trying to say?" he asks her mildly, leaning back (finally) against the couch and crossing one knee over the other, "I can assure you I most definitely have one." Steven crosses his arms almost defensively, almost similar to a pouting child but without the hunched shoulders.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 16, 2013 22:59:26 GMT -5
Eleonore places a hand over her own chest, mimicking his motion. "Finally, a spark of life!" she exclaims, as if she has made a fantastic discovery. "Mister Stone, not quite the boulder most believe him to be." She emphasizes his name with a bit of mocking irony, a wide grin on her face. "Here I was, thinking you utterly incapable of emotion. I'm relieved to be proven wrong, for once." Though the sarcasm in her own voice is subtle, it's easy enough for him to know she doesn't mean it. (Not really, anyway.)
The woman raises an eyebrow, again mirroring the man. "I haven't said anything, Daigo," she responds, faking affront. "Why must you always jump to conclusions?" The blonde shakes her head. "It was merely a passing thought."
She snickers. "Although, again, I'm not sure if I should truly trust your word." Her eyes narrow playfully.
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Post by steven stone on May 16, 2013 23:52:47 GMT -5
"Heh..." he chuckles quietly, under his breath and almost muted to even his own ears. "You of all people should know I'm able to show emotion." There had been a time or few when they were younger in which either his excitement or frustrations bubbled over in her presence. Needless to say, such a careless display had near humiliated him then. Now though, it had been years enough that such an event could be used for a prime example.
You may not have said anything, he muses quietly, But you thought it. He's almost sure of the point, be her said thoughts entirely humorous for the sake of poking fun at him or otherwise.
After a moment of consideration for her words, he shrugs slightly, as though fighting this playful battle of theirs has suddenly lost his attention. "So don't trust my word. If it tickles your fancy, by all means see for yourself."
He, of course, isn't serious
(for once).
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 17, 2013 0:04:01 GMT -5
She smiles like a cat that's gotten the cream -- Daigo is predictable, even after all this time, and she leans forward toward him. "Funny you should mention tickling my fancy," she replies smoothly. "It was exactly what I had in mind, as a matter of fact."
Eleonore's mischievous grin grows. "Don't forget, you offered." The woman swiftly reaches toward him, lifting his shirt and prodding his abdomen with her fingers in an attempt to tickle the man. Eleonore isn't entirely sure as to whether or not Daigo is even ticklish -- she finds it surprising that she doesn't know -- but she's fairly sure he hadn't expected anything of the sort from her when he carelessly spoke ...
... which is honestly what makes things so amusing.
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Post by steven stone on May 17, 2013 18:24:18 GMT -5
He makes a disgruntled sound, simply a mix of his being startled that she actually did as he suggested and only slight discomfort as his shirt is pulled upward where it's pressed against his skin by the belt that rests just on his hips. "What are you doing -- ?" Steven asks, his abdominal muscles tensing slightly as her finger pokes at him. There's a faint flush on his face as he sinks against the couch, as though to get away from her fingers.
"I--"
The man makes another odd sound, and bites the insides of his lips, and lowers his hands to his shirt, on both sides of the one she uses to hold the fabric up. "Are you satisfied now?"
He hadn't thought she would actually do it. "I wasn't serious you know...!"
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 0:00:02 GMT -5
It's fun to see him squirm; it's not every day she takes him by surprise, nor had she often seen him so flustered. (Or, well, flustered in a relative sense -- what's only mild embarrassment on any other face speaks volumes on his.) Eleonore continues to tickle his sides, resisting the urge to cackle as he attempts to pull down his shirt.
The woman jabs a finger into his belly button before retreating in laughter. "On the contrary, Daigo," she replies, smirking. "Are you really not ticklish? You can't not be sensitive somewhere."
Eleonore folds her arms across her chest, rather smug. "You still offered." He really should know better.
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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 0:53:59 GMT -5
"Ack--!" It's the only thing he can say (or rather, sound he can make) in response to her particularly sharp poke. "I know I offered but I didn't think you would actually take me up on it" He tugs at his shirt again, a more prominent flush on his face.
"I'm not ticklish but..." Steven coughed slightly, as though to prevent himself from making another odd sound as he had moments earlier whenever he tensed up and she poked him. "...you don't have to go poking at me to find where I'm sensitive..! You're going to give me an arrhythmia." Unlikely that she would, one didn't usually upset their heart rhythm too drastically by simply squirming around.
After all, it's not as though she knew better anyway.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 13:42:50 GMT -5
She pokes at his side, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" she challenges, smirking. "Dear Daigo, who are you talking about?" The woman is ready to tickle him until he caves, her eyes shining like a cat about to pounce, but his next words pause her for a bit.
"Oh?" Her fingers relax, and she instead taps his chest, right above his heart. "I don't recall you having heart problems."
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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 17:01:26 GMT -5
As much as he hates to admit it, She has a point.... The woman he's talking to had never been much of one to stop short for the said of figuring something out - particularly with him. The familiarity that had developed between them as teenagers helped to remove some barriers otherwise in place. "Alright, alright, don't rub it in." Steven muttered, grudgingly giving her the point that was practically laid out for her to take.
The former Champion relaxes slightly when she halts, almost a little surprised his words had. "You don't miss a trick, do you?" he asks under his breath, bringing his chin to his sternum to look down at her hand on his chest. "Your brilliant memory lacks knowledge of a heart condition because I didn't have one when we met."
His golden eyes move to her, "Merely a predisposition for one."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 21:06:10 GMT -5
She rests her palm with her fingers splayed on his chest, feeling his heart beat underneath, and her expression turns thoughtful. "I see," she murmurs -- more to herself than anything. "It's not common knowledge, is it?" She would have heard something if it were; both Daigo and Steven were relatively high-profile figures, weren't they?
Eleonore lapses into silence for a while, lost in her own thoughts, before abrubtly standing and picking her empty teacup off of the floor. "Are you done?"
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