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[eflamberge]

[Edmond is sitting in the CMA, with his Gallade and Zangoose on either side of him. He hums a little, apparently he's busy with something... Oh, he's making little red crochet hearts? It looks like somebody is getting an early start on preparations for St Valentine's Day

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[chose_cyndaquil]

I think they are very pretty.
[Hope you don't mind a teenager and his Venusaur ride easesdropping and watching!]

[eflamberge]

[Edmond looks very calm as he raises his eyes from his work. Ah, a Venusaur... flowers are always a pretty sight.]

Oh, hello, child. What's your name? I'm Edmond, and these are Zangoose and Gallade.

[chose_cyndaquil]

I am Emmet, and this is Bulby - my Venusaur. I have other Pokemon, but they are in their Pokeballs right now.
[Smilesmile. Gosh, he likes meeting people, especially when they don't seem like they'll start a fight!]
...
I have a Zangoose. Do you want to meet him?

[eflamberge]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Emmet.

Oh, please! As a Zangoose breeder, I love meeting specimens of Zangoose.

[... You train a Zangoose! That, by default, makes you a wonderful person in Edmond's eyes.]

[sparkleminded]

[... your clothes are a mystery to him.
They are fabulous. But out of fashion. But fabulous.

So instead of having to make a decision on his opinion of your wardrobe, he'll come closer and focus on something else]

I didn't know people here knew this kind of crafts. [Apart from other hims, that is. And one Silver he knows, though whether he'd know crochet...]

[eflamberge]

[Edmond raises his eyes and his gaze falls on what is probably one of Maxie's worst enemies.

... whom Edmond does not recognize in the slightest, because the child causing trouble for Team Magma is a girl in Edmond's verse, and he wouldn't know about her friends. As a result, all Edmond can do is smile sincerely and hold up his nearly completed heart.]

I find it to be incredibly relaxing. Have you ever tried?

[sparkleminded]

Never in detail, but I've looked at the basics... I'm more of a sewing guy.

[But he will still come and take a critical look at your work... and he seems pretty impressed. Or at least not disaproving]

[eflamberge]

[Edmond gently lays his work onto his lap - he needs his hands free for a bit of flamboyant gesticulating. In fact, as soon as he no longer has anything in his hands, he clasps them together excitedly.]

Sewing? That is incredible! I was just wondering if there was a tailor on this island... I have many of my clothes from home here, but I do fancy something new. ... Ah, but I would have no way to pay you...

... No matter. Ah, where are my manners? I am Count Edmond Flamberge, from Lavaridge Town, in the noble land of Hoenn.

[finalnumber]

[ Guess who's looking over his shoulder? ]

...

[eflamberge]

... KARI!

Beautiful! How have you been?!

[Smiling excitedly, Edmond partly turns to give her small scritches on the head, while Fang hops off the bench and goes to give her a tight hug.]

[finalnumber]

I've been fine...

[ Giggles at the hug. ]

I'm sorry I haven't appeared in a while. Did I worry you?

[eflamberge]

Oh, never! Fang and I know you can take care of yourself.

[... Actually, Fang was a bit worried, and he lets you know in Pokéspeak, but can you blame him?]

Though the weather hasn't been the best... Feel free to come by our house at night if you're ever cold.

/trolls Edmond

[larimarheart]

[Maxie is walking with his Pokemon, talking cheerfully out loud to it as he does when planning. He doesn't even notice Edmond or his impending horror for a moment.] I think the red glasses have a longer range of effectiveness but they strain my eyes, we should stick to blue - oh, hi Edmond.

[eflamberge]

[Edmond nervously goes on crocheting, trembling a little when he sees which Pokémon Maxie is out and about with today. His hands work fast and inaccurately, and he's bound to make more than a few mistakes if he continues like that.]

Th-that's unfortunate... I... I-I-I prefer red... m-myself...

[larimarheart]

Edmond, we've talked about this. Millie is completely benign. She likes you. And as I was explaining to her, the red is a strain on my eyes even if the lenses are better. A perfect medium would be purple, but I left most of my glasses behind.

[He reaches up to scratch at Millie's scaly neck, contemplatively.] I haven't been able to find the Berries I need, either... but my search of the island isn't complete yet. What're you doing?

[eflamberge]

... Ah! You were looking for the Berries?!

[He immediately stops his crochet work and, tossing it on his Gallade's lap, he jumps to his feet. It's clear that whatever he was doing doesn't matter anymore right now.]

We'll finish the search together, then!

[He looks pretty determined, one hand closed into a fist in front of him.]