"Mm, with Hoopa if I'm not mistaken," he replied, "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or terrified, really. Your daughter is strong, Diantha, a chip off your own block."
"precisely. It was for filming." She nods. "I went to Sinnoh. It was beautiful, and it was nice to see Cynthia as well. I left Ansha with a nanny but from what I hear, she got up to some mischief."
@CERULEANSCIENCE Malva herself.
He sighed and wondered if Lysandre remembered him, if he even wanted to see him. By the time the professor had returned... 'L' was gone.
"At least he's alive. That's more then I hoped for."
@CERULEANSCIENCE "You weren't just an employee, Mable," Augustine said quietly, "He wouldn't of wanted you in his perfect world if you meant so little to him."
For they both knew who Augustine Sycamore really was. He wasn't just 'the professor' but a member at Lysandre's side, perhaps equal to
@alolanpunk Sycamore stared for a moment, and oh, this was just getting worse by the minute. He sighed.
"Alright, well, let's do our best not to stab anyone else for now," he said, "And try not to fall for their bait, alright? If you'd died that day we would of never met."
Did his eye just twitch? Perhaps.
Works for Corbeau, he'd have to have a chat with him then. Soon.
"How are you feeling? You're not in mortal danger are you?"
For Xerneas help him if his new ami was dying because of some -
"just ahh...dis girl...she actually from kalos too, n' she works for that corbeau dude so..." scratching the back of his head.
"she lowkey dangerous, yo. don't worry 'bout it."
@alolanpunk "Charming too, I see," he replied with a flirtly smile, "Perhaps I've found someone really special on my little vacation, hm?"
Oh, if only Guzma could come home with him, but he wouldn't make him leave his team, that would be to cruel.
He let's him, nestling into Guzma's embrace and while Sycamore felt soft at first, there was a strength underneath. He may not be 'buff' in the traditional sense but he was clearly hiding something.
He smiled, reached up a hand to hold Guzma's chin, gentle but firm.
honestly? guzma didn't expect that to work -
still, he's smirking so wide, eyes half lidded as he reaches for the neck of the professor's labcoat, pulling him closer.
"oh yeah?" slowly eyeing him down, licking own lips. "hm...'course i fuckin' want to~" wink.
@KAL0SSPR0F3SS0R
It was... him? Well, he supposed with all the messing with the universes he shouldn't be surprised. So he smiled and lifted his hand to wave.
"Bonjour, mon ami," he called.
@alolanpunk "Mm... I wonder if he was trying to get you killed," Sycamore admitted, "To try to poach your second right in front of you, he'd would of known it would make you angry and then to keep pushing you..."
He shook his head.
"I'll need to talk to him about it."
@L0SINSTRE4K
The alolan beach at night was so beautiful and cool after the hot mugginess of the day and Sycamore sat on the sand, his Malamar swimming quietly in the water. It glowed in places, gliding along, it's own little light show.
@alolanpunk "Oui, a little," Sycamore nodded, "The Rust Syndicate took over once Team Flare quieted down, and I've seen him in passing. He's a rather... petit man, I'm a little surprised he even had the courage to talk to you like that."
After all, Guzma (while not as tall as Lysandre) was
"You are notable in your own way, ma cher, don't bring yourself down," Sycamore said, patting their hand gently before letting go,
"I'm a father myself, you know; even if Alain didn't want to follow in my steps I wouldn't of been disappointed because he's living his life, just
Wren seems startled by the touch, looking up at the professor. They sigh at his words.
"Nah, he's... Always been disappointed I didn't become like him. Or become anything notable at all."
@CERULEANSCIENCE "You make it sound like my job is torture," he joked a little, "Though good, I'm glad it all worked out. I'll talk to him the next time him and his friends come in."
"I...ahem, also heard about...L..."
@alolanpunk Guzma tasted wild and a bit gritty but still so strong and Sycamore liked that. So they kissed until the professor broke it, taking a moment to breathe.
"My, you're a better kisser then I thought, mon cher," he smiled.
"Oh? Well, hm, I suppose it's not unlike you to head outside of Kalos for work," Sycamore mused, lifting a hand to his chin, "What was it this time? A new movie?"
"It was lovely, perhaps we can all go for a trip there next year," he replied happily, "But enough about me, what about you? I heard something happened in Kalos?"
Since he'd been *cough conventially cough* abscent.