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And I'll give you all you ever need

Who: Emmy Altava (

snapandscoot) and Solf J Kimblee (

explosivecombat)
Where: Mahogany Town
When: Now!
Summary: On her way back from Blackthorn City, Emmy stops in to see a dear friend. And show him some of her new toys.
Rating: PG-13 at the very worst
Log:

Emmy had no idea why she hadn't gone and done it sooner.

The way the complete collection of badges glittered in her case was so uplifting, so wonderful, that she only had to crack it open and have a peek whenever she needed a pick-me-up. Not that she wasn't peeking every minute or so as Big Luke the Steelix carried her down the quiet streets of Mahogany like a sort of PokePrincess, of course. Not only did she finally have all the badges, she was on her way to see Kimblee! Emmy was a fairly social creature by heart and being in the hospital was depressing. Time to catch up on all the things she missed! So she was going to start with one of her favourite friends.

Even though all this business with Team Rocket had made things somewhat rocky between them, Emmy was still incredibly fond of Kimblee and didn't want to lose his friendship, or let those awful people come between them. She simply wouldn't allow it! No, they were going to get through this and by god they were going to come out stronger on the other side! She was going to defeat that horrible anonymous Rocket, and then her and Kimblee could maybe visit the Lake of Rage again! She'd have to make sure Isaac came too, so she could have someone to go swimming with! Maybe the two of them could sneak Kimblee into the water.....

Giggling at the thought, Emmy arrived at the address Kimblee had given her, hopping athletically off Big Luke and trotting up to the door, knocking twice. Yes, everything was going to sort itself out.

She just knew it.

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Actually being able to give Emmy an address at which to meet him had been a strange thing indeed; permanent residences had never been anything Kimblee had really invested in. Most of the places he'd stayed back in Amestris had been either military-issued or apartments that were meant to be abandoned at a moment's notice; he still didn't think very much about this place being his - the thought was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it was just...very, very odd, and as such best disregarded for the most part.

However, as much as he may have literally owned the place, he was rather pleased that Emmy had given him advance notice of this visit she was making; the last thing he needed was for her to show up and have Archer answer when she knocked.

As it was, however, Archer wasn't around at the moment, and Isaac was presumably off training in the caves to the east, as he tended to; Kimblee was fully aware of the time that Emmy had given him, and yet he found himself waiting for her well in advance, sitting at the kitchen table and tapping his fingers irritably against the surface. The last few discussions they'd had were a bit on the rocky side; he didn't think that Emmy was coming here to confront him, but he couldn't say that the discussion wouldn't turn unpleasant. After all, their conversation at the Lake of Rage had gotten into all sorts of potentially damaging territory, and that had blindsided him from out of nowhere. But surely she knew better than to try that sort of thing again...

After a while of generally working himself up, he was rather aware of the fact that he needed a distraction; this would be why he answered Emmy's knock at the door holding something small and almost obscenely cute. He adjusted his grip on the Petilil in his arms as the door swung open; the little thing was practically falling out of his grasp trying to get a look at whomever was behind the door.

"Ah, Miss Altava - Michelle, will you hold still - a pleasure as always." His gaze darted behind her as he spoke, though the look wasn't an uneasy one. "I take it that's the Steelix you showed me earlier?"

As the door opened, Big Luke lowered his head to be able to get a look at whomever it was his trainer was so excited about seeing. She'd been bouncing up and down on him all day as they made their way into Mahogany Town, and while he was used to some enthusiasm from her, her mood today had practically been infectious. It was obvious too, from the way she smiled when the door was opened, that said mood was yet to abate.

"Hello Mr Kimblee; long time no see! Yes, this is Big Luke!"

Emmy lifted up her arm to indicate towards her Steelix, and he moved down to allow her to pat his head fondly, rumbling softly the entire time.

"I've become rather good at riding him! It just takes a bit of practice, although I admit I might have fallen off once or twice when I was getting started. Nothing to worry about now, however!"

Beaming at the....tiny little flowerbud Kimblee was holding, Emmy eventually lifted her gaze upward and directed said beaming at her friend. It was very good to see him, after all, and she was going to do her best to ensure the conversation stayed pleasant. Even if it meant avoiding certain topics. Honestly, they'd tired them out, anyway. It was time for some more positive conversation.

"What do you think? Impressive, isn't he?"

It was rather evident from the amount of smirking he was suddenly doing that Kimblee was rather amused by that last question, though the expression wasn't unkind.

"Rather, although I admit that I may be a bit biased - unless Mr. Triton obtained another one, I believe that's the Steelix I bred for him. In which case, I've no doubt he'll serve you rather well indeed."

His gaze flicked once more to the Steelix before returning to Emmy. "Especially now that I imagine you've received your final badge - do show me?"

"Oh, I miiiiight have....~"

With another giggle, Emmy proudly whipped out her badge case and clicked it open, revealing eight perfectly polished little inhabitants.

"The Gym Leader was a little bit full-on but I got it in the end! Not quite as fast as you, but you did have a head start, Mr Kimblee!"

That actually made Emmy pause for a moment. With the procurement of the final badge, she....well, that could mean that she was on the same level as Kimblee! To think that she had struggled against him so badly in their first Pokemon battle, and now stood before him with a badge set matching his own.....hm. Perhaps another battle was in order....but for now, that comment about Big Luke caught her interest.

"Wait a minute, if you bred Big Luke for Luke, then.....why, that would mean Nagara is his mother, wouldn't it?"

Kimblee looked up from where he had been studying those badges, Michelle flailing a little bit in his arms in an attempt to touch the shiny things while her trainer was distracted; he managed to adjust his grip before she quite simply introduced the case to her face, causing her to look up at him with...what wasn't quite a pout, but what was managing to be a very clear 'no but why tho' expression.

"She is, actually. A few of my Pokémon have taken quite the liking to one another, and this results in eggs once in a while; it seems there isn't much to be done outside of accepting it, despite some of the matchups being...a bit odd. That one was thankfully the result of one of the saner couplings, as things go, but the egg moves are rather powerful; I certainly can't say I wasn't pleased with the result."

"I certainly can't blame you; he's rather majestic! We'll simply have to go riding together one day, Mr Kimblee!"

The mental image of such an occasion amused her; knowing the two of them, they'd be racing down the route within two minutes of departing. Oh, how exciting! It was nice to be able to think about....well, pleasant things involving her and Kimblee. With any luck they wouldn't crash....

"I wouldn't worry about the whole....egg production phenomenon; I'm still trying to recover from how AJ was conceived."

Because really, that took the cake. Clearly it was all Archer's fault!

"How are your Pokemon going anyway, Mr Kimblee? You must have some incredible ones by now!"

It wasn't the first time that Emmy had expressed such pleasure at the idea of spending time with him; it was no longer as completely jarring as it had been the first time, but it still wasn't anything that he was used to, nor was it anything that he could shake off very easily. The way it resonated was...unpleasant, something he found more frustrating and distracting than anything else; he had been aware for years that that reaction was wrong somehow - he should enjoy this, surely he should be feeling something other than cold and effectively dead inside - but it had never bothered him back in Amestris. There had been no reason for it to bother him there; circumstances being what they were, the world had accepted him for what he was. But the rules of this world were different, foreign; it wasn't a matter of simply passing a written test and seeming just normal enough to obtain government permission to do as he pleased, nor was it a matter of only dealing with people on the battlefield, where everyone was more or less halfway out of their minds at any given moment anyway.

This place, however, was a constant reminder of his shortcomings, his interactions with the others a constant reminder of exactly how abnormal he was - and then there was Emmy, who insisted on seeing him as her friend, as someone who's surely a good person despite anything she may happen to hear about him...her unconditional caring was both naive and, if he was honest, hideously confusing. Kimblee was used to not trusting anyone but himself; he still didn't trust anyone fully. Some more than most, surely, but not completely; the idea that someone would be willing to do so, especially in an instance like this, where she was so completely mistaken regarding what he was capable of and what he was willing to do...yes, he had lied to her and misled her, but the fact that she was still trying so hard to give him the benefit of the doubt was so unnatural to him that he couldn't fathom it.

Archer was working with him when it came to setting up the massive round of speed chess the next several months would become; they would get the pieces they needed into position soon enough, and Kimblee couldn't help but think that it would come as a relief, when all of this was out in the open. Just telling her wouldn't be enough; he wasn't sure why he thought that, if he considered it, but the thought remained regardless. She needed to know, she needed to see it for herself. And then this would be over, and afterwards, he would -

...and then the moment had passed, and there were other things to focus on, and whatever thoughts that may have been distracting him are shoved aside in favor of focusing on the question Emmy had presented him with - well, that and glancing down at Michelle for a moment, as she'd begun to amuse herself with playing with his ponytail, awkwardly batting at a few locks of hair that have fallen forward over his shoulder, but once he was rather sure she wasn't going to tangle it...

"I have quite a few that have turned out very well, actually." There was nothing off in his tone, nothing to indicate a reason for any distance that may have come over him temporarily; everything was, for all intents and purposes, perfectly fine again, and if anything there was a slight hint of teasing in his tone. "Have yours reached the upper limit yet, as their levels go? It would be interesting to see how far you've come, battling-wise."

It was the exact opinion that Emmy had been hoping he would express. A Pokemon battle was exactly what she felt like after defeating Clair so soundly, and who better for her to challenge than someone she'd never beaten before? Since she'd left collecting the rest of the badges a little late, Emmy's Pokemon had grown to the point where she didn't really have to struggle against the Gym Leaders, so fighting Kimblee was exactly what she desired. A challenge.

"You bet, Mr Kimblee! I have.....ah, let me think.....seven....nine of them that have hit the upper limit! If you want to have a battle, I'd be more than happy to accept! It's been a while since I've had a real fight on my hands, anyway."

It was at that point that the memories of her fight on the Goldenrod rooftops flooded back to her, and for a moment her expression faltered as she thought back to that horrible time, the way everything had seemed to go wrong the second she laid eyes on her assailant. But that wasn't a real Pokemon battle nor a real fight, considering her opponent was cheating! She didn't know how he'd managed to shoot those attacks out of his arms but she wasn't going to dwell on it or let it affect her focus in actual Pokemon battles. Especially not against someone as powerful as Kimblee.

"What sort of format would you like? It can be one-on-one or six-on-six as far as I'm concerned....as long as you don't intend to use your friend here; she looks vicious!"

With a cheerful smile and a wink at the Petilil, Emmy was back to her normal self, and she had every intention of staying that way. At least, while she was with Kimblee, anyway.

The negative feelings could come when she was alone.

Kimblee was rather aware of the slight shift in her demeanor and the way her expression slipped a bit; at the same time, the fact that she moved on so readily was enough to convince him to not press her for now. That could wait until later, after the battle was over - while he didn't agree with pushing things to the side normally, that really only bothered him if it meant they would go completely unaddressed. He'll ask her after the fact; for now, clearly, she wants to fight.

And so fight they would; judging from the smirk crossing his features, he's rather pleased with this development - and the positive acknowledgement seemed to have amused Michelle, who turned and...rather unmistakably kittyfaced at her in response.

Goodness lord. Right. Moving on...

"She's almost reached that leveling limit herself, you know - she's not as formidable as the others, perhaps, but she can defend herself very well. I'm pleased with her." However pleased he may have been, however, he turned back towards the house, Petilil still firmly in his grasp until he was a short ways in, where he rather unceremoniously plunked her down on the couch; she didn't seem to mind, at any rate, though she did look up at him questioningly when he turned back towards Emmy.

"You're more than welcome to come inside, should you so choose; I'll only need a few minutes to prepare."

...at least the walls of the living room and kitchen were no longer lime green. Consider it a blessing, Emmy.

Emmy happily followed him inside, doing a bit of a twirl as she looked around the house. Quite nice, really!

"This is quite the experience, Mr Kimblee; for once, I'm the one visiting you! It's a shame you're so far away from Goldenrod, but that's what flying is for, I suppose! Take your time getting ready; I'm in no hurry."

As Kimblee got on his with his business, Emmy mentally went through the six Pokemon she had with her. A decent mix, and all rather strong; with any luck, she'd be fine. At least this time he wouldn't be able to surprise her too much when it came to strength, considering that now she was on a fairly even footing with him. Also, since they were confined to six Pokemon each....why, she even had a chance of beating him! Wouldn't that simply be wonderful? It would be the cherry on top of her newly completed badge collection, really!

Humming happily to herself, Emmy had to scoot back to the door to make sure Big Luke didn't try to follow her in. Wonderful Pokemon, really, but he had a tendency to forget just how big he was.

"I'm ready when you are, Mr Kimblee!"

One of the nicest things about actually owning property in Johto, Kimblee had found, was the ability to keep as many high-leveled creatures as he liked on the grounds; most of them were still kept in their Pokéballs, of course, if for no better reason than space constraints, but having them all within easy reach was something that Kimblee was not going to complain about anytime soon.

It doesn't take him long to make his selection, pulling out five of them and looking rather pointedly over at the bed, where Dorian had been napping earlier; he seemed to have been awakened by Kimblee entering the room, looking at him with a rather drowsy look of disdain before stretching, yawning and jumping down off the bed to follow.

"I'll be back in Goldenrod once in a while, don't worry about that; as fond as I am of this area, the distance from civilization can be terribly inconvenient - if anything, I'll be there for a few days simply because there are still things to be purchased to make this place pass for halfway inhabitable." There wasn't any annoyance in his tone, however; he double-checked the Pokémon he had on him one last time before returning to the front of the house to meet Emmy, Dorian at his heels. The Ninetales seemed to recognize Emmy, though he didn't seem terribly impressed with her; he was rather content to just stay by his trainer's side and, well, judge.

Business as usual for Dorian, then; Kimblee didn't seem to notice.

"Shall we, then? As secluded as this place is, I doubt we'll have any trouble finding somewhere suitable."

Even though she really didn't like Dorian all that much, Emmy had to admit she was very excited at the thought of being able to fight him on even ground. He was one of the Pokemon Kimblee had used in their first battle that had destroyed her team at the time, which hadn't been a very pleasant experience. But that wouldn't happen again; she was going to show Kimblee just how much she had improved as a trainer!

"I'm sure there's somewhere behind your house that will be more than suitable, although we should make sure we're a good distance away. It wouldn't be very ladylike of me to arrive and accidentally destroy it!"

It turned out that there was somewhere rather suitable behind Kimblee's house; an open clearing within the woods that allowed them plenty of space, but protected the nearby houses from any stray Pokemon attacks. Big Luke rumbled softly, lying down behind his trainer, who was currently almost bouncing from excitement. At least she wasn't bouncing on his head this time. Taking out and enlarging a pokeball, Emmy winked at her opponent.

"Don't be too upset when I beat you, Mr Kimblee!"

Kimblee just smirked at Emmy's confidence, there; he chose not to mention the fact that he and Archer tended to train here, if they decided to stay close to the house. It was secluded enough for their methods to not be questioned, and contained enough for the fiery explosions that inevitably ensued to not demolish everything in the area; granted, Mahogany Town wasn't usually terribly populated to begin with, and those who did happen to inhabit it full-time seemed to mostly be those...disturbingly apathetic townspeople that seemed to be just about everywhere. It wasn't that they didn't react, they just...seemed to get over things far more easily than most, provided laws weren't being broken - and while their usual training was certainly disruptive, at the very least it wasn't illegal

...to their knowledge, anyway. Kimblee probably should have looked into that sometime.

At any rate, however, he seemed amused at her declaration; he didn't send Dorian out onto the field first, offering the fox a quick gesture to indicate that he should stay put at his trainer's side before pulling out a Pokéball of his own.

"I wouldn't be so confident, were I you."

The first creature he sent out was likely a familiar one, in some ways; he had used an Absol the first time he had battled against Emmy. However, the one he was currently using wasn't Kistna; this one was male, the result of Kistna and Dorian getting...well. Rather intimately acquainted.

However, there was a reason Kimblee had trained this one; for the time being, he'd see what Emmy threw out there.

As soon as Kimblee’s first Pokemon took the field, Emmy received an overwhelming sense of déjà vu; she’d fought an Absol last time they’d battled. This one looked incredibly similar, but there seemed to be something different about it. Not that she could really put her finger on what it was, so for the time being she decided to treat it as she would any other Absol. By leading, of course, with her favourite Pokemon from her favourite type!

“Alright Machi, forget about that Gym Battle; the real fight is just beginning!”

Her Machamp took to the field with a vengeance, slamming her four fists together and going into a defensive stance, eyes sharp. The last time she’d fought Kimblee, she hadn’t even had a chance to attack properly; this time was going to be different. Of course, this time he wasn’t able to hide advanced pokemon in the team he was using to fight a beginner; Emmy hadn’t seemed bothered by that at all, but it grated at Machi. It wasn’t honourable, it wasn’t fair. The Machamp did like Kimblee but she hadn’t quite forgiven him for that. Time for a bit of revenge.

“Start with Cross-Chop, and keep your guard up!”

Machi obeyed instantly, rushing at the Absol with a fierce but focused look in her eyes.

Kimblee didn't seem fazed by Machi's approach; if anything, that smirk that had been crossing his features before darkened a bit, the look in his eyes intensifying quite a bit.

There was a very good reason he'd trained this one; Ramsay wasn't much of a battler by nature - he was normally quite shy, honestly - but he had...quite a few tricks to him.

"Ramsay - Fire Blast."

Bringing all four arms in front of her face, Machi made no move to avoid the Fire Blast; rather, she charged straight into it, barreling through the flames and moving to land her strike upon Ramsay, skin smoking. All that training with Emmy's Emboar and Infernape had built up her tolerance to fiery attacks, but the Fire Blast still ached. The pain wasn't subsiding, either, and it took her a moment to realise that she'd been burned. What luck.

It was, actually, quite good luck, in Emmy's opinion; Machi had a tendency to become even more powerful when she got hit with paralysis, or burning, or any of those horrid 'status' ailments, so even though she was hurting, it would be worth it in the end. But what sort of Absol knew Fire Blast anyway? It made Emmy frown slightly; she should have known better than to think Kimblee wouldn't have some sort of trick up his sleeve.

"Finish it, Machi!"

There was no way that Ramsay was going to survive much more from Machi's direction; the first hit landed rather solemnly, after all, and it took the Absol a moment to regain his bearings, pushing himself up from the ground and shaking his head rather violently as though to clear it. However, that didn't mean that Kimblee couldn't use the massive disadvantage here at all; it was just a matter of ensuring that a hit would land despite Ramsay possibly being unable to deliver it properly himself.

Absols were good for that sort of thing, really; even if this didn't accomplish much due to a recall, it would ensure that she would be sending out one of the Pokémon she was most familiar with at a later time, already injured and with a status ailment on it. Either way, it worked out.

"Perish Song - and Miss Altava, I would suggest making the next three turns count."

...not that that would require much as far as his Absol was concerned, as Ramsay went down as soon as the attack was out there; Kimblee didn't seem terribly displeased at this, however, tossing out another Pokéball casually - his Electrode, Aya, this time.

Emmy had never met his starter; fortunate, really, as this was a different one entirely - spared him the necessity of explaining the drastic difference in temperament, anyway.

Perish Song? That was a new one; punching the name of the attack into her Gear, Emmy's frown deepened when she familiarized herself with just what it was the attack did. Brilliant. How sneaky!

"I try to make every turn count, Mr Kimblee! Alright Machi, use-?"

Blinking in surprise at the raindrop that had just fallen on her nose, Emmy looked up, forced to close her eyes immediately as the first raindrop was followed by a rather heavy encore, quickly soaking through her coat. She'd been so focused on Machi that she hadn't even noticed the way the clouds had gathered so quickly, covering the sky like a dark blanket. At least her Machamp didn't seem to mind, judging by the blissful smile crossing her face as the water soothed her burns.

"It's raining....? Well, that doesn't matter; Machi, use-!!"

That was when the lightning started. It didn't feel like the regular sort of lightning, either; it seemed to split the clouds when it shot down to earth, illuminating the clearing in a horrible white light. Quite terrifying, really. The rain was also intensifying, following by harsh winds and booming thunder. Where on earth had it come from? She vaguely remembered reading something about incoming storms that morning on the weather report, but surely they weren't all going to be this serious?

"Mr Kimblee!"

It was all Emmy could do to get a word in, covering her eyes with her arm as she shouted in Kimblee's general direction. Thank goodness for that white suit!

"We might have to postpone this! Are you alright?!"

Aya seemed more aware of the impending lightning strike than Kimblee was; just the same, the week of having an electrically-based mutation followed by the several weeks waiting for the side effects to die down had made him a bit more aware of exactly what Aya was doing when she (...it...was a she, wasn't it? the 'Gear didn't say either way, and Kimblee had just sort of assigned it a gender - Aya didn't seem to mind being referred to as female, anyway) began behaving in odd ways. And suddenly showing levels of excitement on par with Hughes being told that he could leave work early to be with his lovely wife and daughter (who had just turned three, wouldn't you know) when Kimblee hadn't done anything that remotely resembled rewarding it was generally a sign that there were high concentrations of electricity in the area.

He couldn't figure out why Aya found this to be absurdly excited - certainly, type had something to do with it, but she seemed to think that she was being personally selected to witness the Second Coming of the PokéLord or something. Either way, however, he couldn't say she was wrong when it came to predicting this sort of thing; he'd already trained his gaze upward when the bolt of lightning split the sky. Judging by how quickly his arm came up to shield his eyes from the brightness, it was reasonably plain that he sort of wished he hadn't, but that was neither here nor there.

"I - yes, I'm fine! However, I'm - Aya, get back here - rather inclined to agree with you; back inside, then?"

Kimblee's voice had never been a good one for yelling; it had always been entirely too light and a bit too high-pitched to really carry properly, and the weather certainly wasn't helping any attempt to be heard. He recalled Aya anyway; surely if...trying to communicate wasn't too feasible, that would at least get the message across.

Seeing Kimblee recalling Aya was more than enough for Emmy to get the message, yes, and she promptly did the same with Machi. The rain was intensifying more and more with what felt like every passing second, and Kimblee's voice was drowned out by the harsh sounds of the thunder and lightning clashing above them. How frustrating!

It was a fairly easy puzzle to solve, though; scampering over to him, Emmy took him by the hand and gently tugged in (what she hoped was) the direction of his house, linking her fingers into his. It would be terrible if they got separated, after all! Even if Kimblee did stand out quite a bit....

"We're going to catch terrible colds if we stay out here, so let's head inside!"

Well, at least Kimblee had a good idea of what she was trying to do; it took him a moment of finding another of those Pokéballs with his free hand - he'd left Dorian out at the start of the battle, after all, and the fox was having a rather undignified moment involving trying to get under the lower half of Kimblee's overcoat to stay out of the rain. As Kimblee had no desire to wait and see if Dorian managed this (and no desire to smell like wet fur if Dorian did manage this), he was quick to recall him before moving to return to the house with Emmy.

The inside of the house was warm, however, especially when compared to the sudden downpour outside; Kimblee didn't release Emmy's hand until they were well inside. "Don't concern yourself with getting anything wet in here; Isaac is training water-types half the time and he's in those Ice Caves for the other half, so I believe this place is rather used to it."

Resisting the urge to shake out her hair (regardless of what Kimblee had said, it didn't feel very ladylike to spray the house like that....), Emmy quickly removed her belt and coat, frowning at the small puddle of water forming at her feet. It was certainly pouring out there.

"Pass me your coat and jacket, Mr Kimblee; could you show me where the bathroom is? We should probably hang these in the shower."

Looking down at her shirt and tights, Emmy sighed. White was never a good colour when it came to getting caught in the rain. She did, however, smile and laugh in a rather self-deprecating manner once she'd decided that getting down in the dumps was unproductive, turning to her similarly dressed companion.

"Look at us, Mr Kimblee! We certainly chose the wrong colour to wear today, didn't we? Luckily we didn't run into any mud!"

...well. Kimblee was rather quick to busy himself with shrugging his coat off and fussing with his jacket once it became rather obvious what Emmy was talking about; it wasn't through shyness or being particularly flustered, but rather through a desire to stop himself from staring before it became any sort of an issue - he doubted she would find that very gentlemanly, after all.

"It certainly seems that way - and I'm going to give you something to change into for the time being. You're not staying in that, you'll catch your death." He tipped his head in the direction of the hallway, passing her the overgarments she had requested earlier. "Second on the right; give me a moment to find something for you, if you don't mind."

Completely oblivious to anything that could possibly be considered unladylike about this situation (she was being serious about the mud, alright!!), Emmy promptly became flustered when she realised what Kimblee was suggesting, accidently squeezing her sodden coat and causing that puddle to become larger.

"No, Mr Kimblee, you don't have to go to that sort of effort! I mean, I have a...well, I have a spare blouse and my pajama shorts...."

...her frilly pajama shorts decorated with cute little Combees that most definitely didn't need to be seen by anyone she wanted to respect her....

"....well, let's take a look at what you're offering, first! I'd hate to be a bother."

Kimblee smiled a bit at that, amused; from what he had seen of the clothing available here...well, he couldn't be surprised that she'd changed her mind. "Of course, Miss Altava. Again, if you'll take care of the coats - I'll bring something in for you."

Of course, finding something for Emmy proved to be a bit of a minor challenge; anything he gave her was going to involve a belt, there was no question about that, and the length was going to be ridiculous no matter what he did. Furthermore, letting her borrow anything that belonged to Archer was absolutely out of the question (despite the fact that he had to admit that would have been amusing - honestly, the idea of Archer's reaction to any explanation he would have received later almost made it worth it). However, he certainly wasn't going to make her wait any longer than necessary trying to make some sort of decision, either; after he'd managed to locate a belt, another dark set of pants and that amber-colored dress shirt that Hughes had given him a while back (where that man had even found this thing, Kimblee had never figured out), it was just a matter of...well. Not blatantly staring when he handed them over, really.

"I do hope you don't consider any of this vastly inappropriate; I just imagine you would be far more comfortable in something far less soaked."

"Oh, no I....nothing like that, Mr Kimblee, I just hate how I have to be such a bother like this, that's all!"

However, Emmy was more than happy to take the clothes offered; Kimblee always dressed himself so well, so it was almost....kind of exciting to be able to wear his clothing. Would it make her gentlemanly? She'd probably need the hat as well for that to work....and maybe the jacket. Although at least she wasn't doomed to the Combee shorts. Imagine if Isaac walked in to find her parading about like that? She'd never live it down!

"I'll get changed when I hang these in the bathroom, then!"

Scampering off, Emmy promptly located the bathroom and hung the coats in the shower, before peeling off the rest of her rather sodden garments and examining the clothes Kimblee had given her to wear. The shirt was quite lovely; beautiful material, and the colour was....why, it was almost exactly the same colour as Kimblee's eyes! She made a mental note to pester him to wear it more.

She found herself being rather grateful that Kimblee had had the foresight to provide her with a belt, as the pants slipped over her hips a bit. With a bit of fiddling (and a lot of rolling of hems), she admired herself in the mirror. Not too shabby, really! Twirling a little, she skipped out of the bathroom and back into the main area to show off her new outfit.

"How do I look, Mr Kimblee? Could I pass for a gentleman?"

...and as she lifted her arms, the sleeves promptly unrolled.

Kimblee's own clothes were quickly changed, once he'd retreated back to the master bedroom to do so; he was sitting back on that couch in the main room of the house when Emmy emerged, dressed far more casually than he ever did when he was going out, wearing white pants and a deep crimson shirt (no tie, but buttoned clear up regardless), Michelle settled contentedly on his lap. The Petilil was usually happy to bat at his hair a bit, fascinated with the long ponytail, and now was clearly no exception.

He looked up when Emmy entered the room, however; the little finale the sleeves saw fit to add to the display got a bit of a light laugh out of him. "A perfect gentleman indeed, Miss Altava." He tipped his head toward the couch next to him; she was clearly more than welcome to join him, if she liked.

And join him she did! It was rather odd to see Kimblee dressed in such a casual manner, but at the same time it was...well, rather lovely! She hadn't felt this relaxed in quite a while.

"Not quite as perfect as you, Mr Kimblee! But I've got a fair few inspirations around me~"

Giggling slightly as Michelle went about her...hair-batting, Emmy crossed her legs neatly at the knee and placed her hands in her lap, leaning back against the couch and taking in the details of the room. Since they'd rushed out rather quickly to their battle, she hadn't had a chance to properly take in what Kimblee and Isaac had done with the place. Mahogany Town was an interesting choice of location, but she couldn't say she disapproved; it was good to get away from the hustle and bustle of Goldenrod once in a while, anyway.

"So you and Isaac are rather happy here, then? I must say, it's a lovely little house!"

Kimblee didn't respond right away, focusing his gaze down toward Michelle where she was playing with his hair; she noticed after a moment, headtilting up at him before twirling in place a bit, clearly pleased with the attention.

He wasn't avoiding the question, and the vague smiling that was playing across his features was evidence enough that he wasn't displeased; he just wasn't entirely sure how to answer. It had been a long time since he'd been asked anything close to that, and such questions usually came when whatever relationship he was in was honestly on the verge of collapse; he wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge that this one wasn't.

"It's definitely nice, yes. It's rather close to some places we're very fond of; he also tends to prefer staying away from the larger cities." He fell quiet for a moment after that; the next sentence was a bit hesitant, but that light smile was still present in his expression. "I'd say we're rather happy, yes."

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