If he didn’t have patience, this stupid brat would already be six feet under the ground. But Touya didn’t have the nerve to actually say that out loud, simply rolling his eyes instead as he stared at the boy with a deadpan. Younger as Yuya was, his stubbornness was remarkable. “…And why are you of all people interested in small-talk?”
"I have been busy. Carrying out my duties, killing people — the usual. And what about our precious little heir, huh? Playing with spy toys still?”
And Touya still wasn’t that happy to have the heir in his presence— as expected, of course, given what happened between them last time. Honestly, Yuya was still unhappy about it too considering he had to go to the hospital, but it wasn’t the first time some skilled assassin had been the reason why he ended up there so this time around he wasn’t even that bothered by it. Serena would be unhappy to know he’s actually getting used to such a thing, wouldn’t she?
"Am I not allowed or something?"
"Mm… Figured you’d still be doing the same old thing and whatnot." Duh. He’s an assassin and whatnot. Their jobs don’t change. "And they’re not toys, thanks. They’re the real deal 100%, for one, and for two, I’ve been traveling Kalos. The gym challenge is literally the biggest waste of time I’ve been forcing myself to do to date though, that’s for sure."
"Ve…" The Sylveon growled at his Trainer’s alternate.
"…Are your little gang of bodyguards supposed to threaten me." Let’s hope not, because it’s not working. "Call them off. If they lay a hand on me, you’re all in deep shit. Remember you’re the one that bothered me, stupid doppelganger."
"I’m starting to wonder why I ever felt threatened of any of my alternates when they’re literally just all fucking dumbasses."
"I assure you, there’s more to meet that meets the eye."
"Wile!" Kuchi emerged from her ball, biting the other boy on his leg.
Thankfully, the heir has fast reflexes when it comes to thinks such as this, hence as to why he manages to jump out of the line of fire from the pokemon’s bite. Beryl hues glare at the trainer it belongs too, none too happy on its attempt to attack him. “Yeah, some fucking hero! You can’t even keep your pokemon in place!” he hissed. “I’m not even going to bother dealing with you for another second if it does it again!”
"I am not a bottomfeeder or a peasant. I’m the defender of the Kalos region. The Hero of Kalos, sworn to protect it from any and all dangers."
"Big whoop, I don’t care. That’s your Kalos, not mine, and if they let some dumb kid who’s all happy go lucky and thinks everyone that looks like him is him, I’d dock all the Elite Four members’ payroll for fuck’s sake." Pssh, who cares. All he saw was some cheerful idiot that has the mentality of a five year old. If anyone’s hero worthy, it’s him, with all the real experience he has. "Go on and keep playing Power Ranger. It doesn’t impress me."
"So you’re one of those alternates… The pessimistic ones."
"I’d like to keep my individuality intact, thanks. Saying ‘you’re one of my alternates’ just says ‘you’re just like me’ when I’m definitely not." Yes, he’s very pessimistic. With the way he grew up, no one can really blame him. "Being any version that’s even close to being what I am is above your paygrade, bottomfeeder." He’s also an asshole thanks to being so pessimistic.
"An alternate version of myself!"
"With that stupid way of thinking, I’m not any sort of version of you. Don’t act so self-entitled you commonplace peasant." Stupid alternates, what were their deal anyway? "We look the same. That’s it. What else even is there to say about that."
im so glad you do omg its so good im playing through it again actually
I’m already making memoca icons.