▶ executive-of-malice started following you
Proton tried to shove the thought out of his mind, the thought that told him that this girl was so familiar…But no matter how hard he tried, he found his green eyes landing back upon the girl before him and the same thought running through his mind.
She looks like Kris. She even sounded like her, too, with that carefree tone and casual vocabulary. But, no matter how long Proton studied her, it was clear that this girl was not Kris. Of course, how could it be? Proton inwardly chided himself. Kris had left long ago…
Proton’s attention snapped back to the girl when she mentioned that he seemed familiar. Proton cocked his head to one side. ”Is that so?” he mused aloud. He shrugged. ”Well, I’m positive I don’t know you, either, girly.” He was about to continue when he was cut off by the girl’s excitement over seeing his Crobat. Her eyes suddenly became wide and she smiled at the bat. Heck, she was positively beaming!
Pythius was very confused by the girl’s reaction and glared at her from his perch on Proton’s shoulder. The Crobat began to sway nervously back and forth, unnerved by the girl’s unmoving gaze, and Proton spoke quietly to him to calm him down. The girl finally tore her gaze from the Pokemon and seemed very pleased with herself.
Proton frowned. ”What do you see, girly? All you’ve been doing is freaking out Pythius.” The Crobat nodded quickly in agreement. Before the girl answered his question, however, she continued to speak quickly. She wasn’t a flower, huh? Proton raised his eyebrows. ”Really, you’re not a flower? I don’t know, girly, you don’t seem like the toughest nail in the box.” His eyes fell to the scrape on the girl’s leg. ”…But it’s a good thing you’re okay,” he finished.
He knew it, he still had a soft spot for girls like her…
Proton listened silently as the girl went on about how she had been thinking about Pokemon and people and all…And, to be honest, it was completely boring. Why should he care about this? He was only making sure she was safe. But then she asked if he knew the feeling of missing someone.
Proton’s mouth went dry and was unable to speak for a few seconds. Finally, he dropped his eyes to the ground and nodded. ”Yeah, I know the feeling, girly…”
The girl once again snapped Proton from his depressing thoughts and he reverted back to his old self. Why was he out so late, again? Oh yeah, because of that! Proton grit his teeth and frowned. ”I was kicked out from my, uh…group of friends because I threatened someone,” he explained, carefully avoiding revealing what organization he was part of. ”They’re just a bunch of pansies, is all. I wasn’t going to do anything, I swear. How about you, girly? What’re you doing here?” He cocked his head to one side. ”Speaking of which, what’s your name, anyway?”
It was clear that, while Proton saw her and observed her, he did not really see her. She didn’t know how she knew, but he was faraway; perhaps with company, perhaps alone, but definitely not with a girl named Lyra.
“Hah?” Her expression dropped a tiny bit and she rubbed the back of her neck, smiling apologetically. “Sorry.” Directing her gaze at the crobat once more, her smile softened. “Sorry, Pythius. I didn’t want t’make ya feel nervous. I just really think you’re cool, y’know? Hehe.” Glancing back at Proton, she just stared for a moment, then smiled.
“I like you, Mister Proton!” And she said it, just like that. Honestly, she really was the most oblivious girl; no normal person went around saying things like that! They could be misinterpreted! But she never thought about that (which was probably why she was so used to odd looks). Nevertheless, she continued on, adjusting her hat slightly. “I really haven’t seen a crobat before; the evolve from happiness, y’know. Heh.”
Upon hearing the sentiments, she blinked, then grinned. “Thank ya! And hey, I never said I was made of steel, did I? But if I can’t even take a few scraped knees, then I’ll never ever get anywhere!” Clenching her fists, she took on a determined expression, thoughts of her crybaby days stirring her desire to be at least a little stronger. But it melted away nearly immediately, and she could only feel sad at the expression she saw flicker across his face. It wasn’t her place to push, though, and so she just nodded quietly. As Proton explained himself, she couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Ah-!” Threatened someone? That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, but she made no comment, only tilting her head slightly in thought. For some reason, she really did believe him when he said he wasn’t going to do anything. He was a bit tough looking, just personality-wise, and he had this strange air about him that she couldn’t quite place; at the same time, though, he had a crobat- a pokemon with happiness-spurred evolution- and had even bothered to care at least a little bit about a stranger. Yes… She could at least trust him on that.
But it’s lonely to be alone, isn’t it? Even when you have pokemon; she knows this all too well. Maybe they’re not meant to meet for more than a few minutes, maybe they’ll never meet again, and what if she can never thank him?
“My name?” Lyra repeats as she begins to fiddle with her bag, shuffling around in search of something. “M’name’s- ah, there it is!” With a triumphant, childish grin, she pulls out a bag of chips and holds them out to the executive. “Lyra! I was going t’the daycare south of Goldenrod! But ah, here, Mister Proton,” she smiled, all bright eyed. “Thank ya!” And, strangely enough, she had a feeling that saying ‘for caring’ would just anger him, so she smoothly rolled on with her talking. “Bein’ told t’leave is lonely- least it is for me. Want some food?”