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Ha-ha.

[At least she's accepting his decision. Even if, despite his spotty sleeping record, he'd probably get a few hours in from exhaustion alone.]

[But for now he wants to stay, and is glad that she doesn't try to push him further. And if he was being honest, he's enjoying the fact that she's enjoying herself so much. It's not as though he never sees her happy, of course; but this is a different kind of happiness. One that he can tell is because of his willingness to participate, and with a good mood to boot. Nanu figures he'll ride this wave as long as he can tonight, just for her.]

[Well...for himself, too. He won't deny that meeting back up with her was the cause of his mood effect. Even her enthusiastic hand-holding, or offering to have a drink before they crashed for the night. And in the back of his mind...the dance. Their dance, that sticks out as the golden moment of the evening despite his apprehension and denial. Their dance, where she let her guard down with him, and maybe destroyed some of the walls serving as his own as well.]

[He hadn't realized that he'd been thinking so deeply about it until Anabel comes to him with a glass of bubbly. Damn, and he was going to pretend to be asleep when she came back. He'd even missed her own pokémon being let out, now aware of them in his peripheral vision.]

Thanks. [he says as he takes the glass, giving her a nod.] Figures there'd be an effect. That was the reason I avoided the drinks at the shindig.

[Though he readily takes a sip anyway, fully trusting Anabel and what she says about its low effect. It's...awfully sweet—to him, at least. He doesn't dislike it; though definitely won't be drinking a lot of this particular wine.]

Yeah, well... work's not a conflict here. [Going back to what she said before describing the wine.] Hey, glad you had a good time...at first. Like I said, I kind of regret breaking off for so long.

[He scratches the back of his head, already knowing how she's going to reply.]

It is nice.

[ It's a carefree sort of happiness she's experiencing, an event with him and then some time together like this... she's not sure they'd ever be afforded this back home. It's sharing a living space with him and a more clear realization of their relationship. It's something she hadn't even known she'd wanted so badly until now. To spend time with him was one thing, but the intimacy of sharing her life with him like this was so vastly different. It wasn't like when she'd only just arrived in... this world. It wasn't like traveling with him or being mentored. This was entirely separate, even if some of the feelings twisted together like watercolor paint bleeding on porous paper. ]

It seems to be popular to do that, to cook or make drinks with feelings put into them. I can't complain if it means avoiding a hangover. [ She can sense there's some distaste for it and makes a note for something more dry next time, although for some reason she really pinned him as someone that would enjoy things on the sweeter side. ] Ah, I imagine your evening might have been a little nicer if you hadn't. I do wish your time had been better, but I hope the experience overall had been worthwhile?

[ But the addition has her smile wider over the rim of the glass while she sips from it. ]

[Nanu snorts.] I can't imagine you ever having a hangover.

[Prim and proper, hardworking Anabel, knocking back alcohol for a night of fun? Waking up with her head pounding and slumped over a toilet? Okay—maybe not that bad, but the thought is ridiculous enough.]

[He takes another small sip, actually beginning to relax. It would take way more than this to get him even the slightest bit buzzed, but the atmosphere alone is good enough for him. Quiet, sharing conversation with Anabel, pokémon roaming the house...... Nice.]

It would've been even better if I hadn't been accosted twice and almost blown to bits. [A pause; he knows she was accosted all the same, and worse than what Guzma gave him.] ...So I think I can toss out the whole night except the beginning.

I am not one to drink until that point, but there have been times.

[ Fun? Of course not. It would have to be for work. Sometimes you go to employee outings or, alternatively, you go on a mission or meet up for intel. If you don't drink, you don't look trustworthy. ]

I'd imagine that goes without saying. Perhaps it's fortunate that I wasn't there, I might have challenged both Archie and Guzma to a battle. Knowing them, however, their egos wouldn't come out of it bruised. [ She can't be honest about that, though. It's not untrue what he said about feelings for Nanu, but a kink? That suggests anyone handsome and of age would do. No, she's just... She's just, what? ] Let us remember the beginning and end then.

[ She gently lifts her glass, without intent to clink them together but just recognize the gesture. ]

[The idea still strikes him as amusing, and he grins wider.]

To have been a Cutiefly on those walls.... [Aside from his usual interest with her assignments over the last decade...]

[He chuckles.] Ah, but I'd like to think I hit 'em where it hurts. Nothing like what you'd do, though.

[The latter Nanu says with a smirk, a little hint hint. To see Guzma, especially, brought down by the person he's targeting is always a poetic justice. The fact that it'd be Anabel is just icing on the ego cake. He'd pay to see her decimate either of those two idiots.]

[He'll drop it, though; to follow her suggestion, which is fine by him. After raising his glass in return, he takes a bigger drink. While he doesn't want to feel the emotional effects nor get sloshed, it'd still be nice to get a little buzzed.]

Hard to regret the night when you put it like that.

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