How strange-. He seemed…totally undeterred by her telling him a bit about herself? She seemed to grow a bit annoyed, leaning forward a bit as her tone got just a bit into that bratty self of hers.
“Hellooo? Are you alright in the head? I can literally bury you within seconds.”
"I dunno, that sounds close enough to manmade or artificial to me!"
His smile, on the other hand, was kind and genuine.
"The name's Torrie! I'm a Porygon2! What's your name?"
He motioned forward with the poffin again, offering it up to her.
“Tch, I would think so too with the way you’re leering at me, pervert. No, when news spreads of those four ruinous treasures, people grew panicked with their own antiques. Would they too become awful, raging disasters? Their fears manifested in me~.”
“ Is that so.
Your cutesy looks don't rouse fear, but I'm sure something else has for you to take form. ”
There was no reason to get close. He remained relaxed and still, looking as respectively as his eyes allowed with someone of their stature.
“ What was that smile ⇨
“A new manmade mon?? I mean, I suppose. Could you really say that intentionally created me though? Their fears manifested is what made me~.”
She replied with an almost crooked smile.
Torrie grinned sheepishly.
"Actually, on the contrary... I heard a new artificial mon was in town, and I decided to bring a gift, from one manmade entity to another!"
Torrie offered forward something truly special to him - a rare drash berry poffin!
"Here! A treat for you!"
“THAT Ting-Lu? Oh, you probably have me confused for that Paldean monster. No no, I’m a different antique that fear manifested-.”
She replied with a raised brow. She even rested a hand on her hip as she pushed it out.
Yoru stares at the half pint before him with an unblinking gaze, indifferent to their grinning. That vessel on their head doesn't look like what the pictures and past experiences showed him.
“ I didn't know that Ting Lu would be so petite. ”
The Ting-Lu looked down upon the sweets with a raised brow and crossed arms. Where did this guy pull out a tray of sweets anyway-?
“Hmmph-. They aren’t poisoned, are they-?”
He doesn't outright sell what he makes, so that's probably why! He isn't, like, a restauranteur or anything like that.
. . . In fact, that's how he's approaching her. With a small tray of assorted sweets.
Should be a fine first step. They're fresh too!
Well, he hasn't done worse...Don't rope him in with those horrid people...
...As for the sweets...
...he's made a bunch of sweet pastries. Like filled croissants, and eclairs! Cookies too!
He's...uh...really good at cooking and baking....
“Ohh? Scared that I’ll shatter you? It wouldn’t take much effort..~.”
She teased, yet the glint in her eyes seemed so…serious. At the very least, it seemed like she was being serious.
"I didn't mean to imply anything bad!"
She shakes her head again, hands still held out as she averts her eyes.
"Just as a ghost type you learn to watch out for dark types..."
“H-Hey, I wasn't! ... Only staring at it... Look, can you even blame me really? You're really an... Impressive sight.”
Cue one hand being raised to partially obscure those glowing cheeks of his. Even now though, he could barely keep his gaze off of the teasing shortstack.
"Ah! No!"
The Doll held out her hands defensively, shaking her head.
"Not anything like that! I'm just shy... And I can tell you are a powerful dark type..."
“Yeah riight~! Your face is as red as a Cherrim. You can just be honest and admit that you were staring at my ass, like a total pervert~.”
The relic teased with a cheeky grin, her smirk pretty wide…
He's feeling a sudden rush of red on his cheeks the second their eyes meet.
Clearing his throat a bit as he glances down at her.
“Hello... I uh, apologize if I was staring a bit. Promise I didn't mean to do so honestly.”