Bad Boy x Good Boy = ♥ [inv. | Elijah ]

The town is bare bones, frankly the only redeeming factor is that the bar stays open until two am. It makes him wonder why the people around here stay as they do, bland as the city is, it's a short way from Petalburg and a surf and forest from Slateport, not too much hardship, considering both had amicably more living space and people. He hazards a guess that the people of Oldale are probably those who prefer privacy, though how much privacy can be derived from the town that directly links to the lab is anyone's guess. As it is, Elijah's only chosen to rent the house Oldale temporarily. It's a matter of convenience, and though Oldale might see a peek of tourists from time to time, they tended not to stay long as there was nothing else to do other than rest and make the trek to Petalburg where there was at least a gym to entertain them, no doubt kids would be setting up somewhere along the route or rooming in an inn, depending on their financial standpoint.

He finds himself thinking about that, about going to Petalburg, as he stands by the far end of pokemart, cigarette between his lips. Eventually, he does have to get a move on, follow through his journey and raise a team. It doesn't help him much, other than alleviate the boredom of the situation, his goals in Hoenn muddled and vague, playing with fire in one hand as he watched events go by. Speaking of alleviating boredom, he notices the small commotion in the town. An Oshawott pops up, not too common for Hoenn but then a lot of the starters clearly weren't. It is with the Pokemon's appearance that he takes notice of its trainer, to his surprise he recognizes the man.

A familiar face was a good face, Raziel maybe a special case to that. He picks his way towards the man, who looked a bit lost in his mind, stopping right in front of him and his Oshawott. Elijah grins, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. "Yeah, I thought that was you." He announces, placing a friendly hand on Raziel's shoulder in greeting.

During his more sporadic visits to Hoenn, where minor business transactions were ongoing and he had to find entertainment on his own, he may have met the man for a while. Enthusiastic as the man was, he also irked Elijah in a strange way, the kind that even Elijah didn't know if he liked being teased by Raziel or not. They might have met up during the nights every now and then, brief pockets of passion before the morning came to chase it away, and perhaps Elijah did find his presence somewhat reassuring.

"What are you doing all the way out here, I thought you were going to be some hot shot coordinator?" He teases, vaguely remembering how the man would mention it. He takes a glance at the Oshawott, not entirely sure how it would do in a contest. Then again, he's never been overly interested in dressing pokemon up, though the appeal portions were always lovely to look at.

Lap dog, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he swallows it down, half-sneer half smile in place. It wasn't... Far from the truth but it didn't do well with his pride. Orders were orders, but he could make them work for him regardless, play it to his fancy. "Hmm, that's what you said last time." He says instead, raising a brow at him. "Nearest contest hall is in Slateport, yet you're here in this town instead." It's all teasing of course, since they got off on insulting each other as much as possible, though Elijah couldn't help but be worried about who Raziel has told about his involvement in Magma. Elijah likes to believe it's a secret, and works hard to keep it so. Why else would he bother wearing the uniform on missions just to hide his identity. Raz is a small glitch in the program.

"And I told you that was none of your business. Unless you're just peeved that I'm not taking orders from you?" He raises a brow, looking down on Raziel's face, face calm and collected, winking in the last moment before laughing. He likes it though, being pushed around a bit, reminded that not everyone would so easily bend over backwards to please him. It's a challenge, exciting for lack of a better term, and Raziel was perfect as one. Possibly the only reason why Elijah hasn't tried to kill him yet.

Elijah puts his arm over Raziel's shoulder, body still trembling from his rumbles of laughter. "I would insult you too, but your face is too nice and I'm no liar." He shrugs, even though that is a blatant lie all on its own. Still, its nice to see how Raziel would act, always so intriguing to watch him fumble around. It wouldn't be so hard for Elijah to admit that he's grown fond of the coordinator, despite his rebelliousness, he has fighting spirit.

"S'not like you could though." He interject with taunting grin. Him? Lose to Raziel? Not without a proper fight. "I can't just be here for no reason? I mean, look at this town, what could I possibly do to it that could make this place any shittier?"

"What a coincidence. I've just been to Petalburg city myself." He says with a raised brow, daring Raizel to say anything otherwise. "Terribly overpopulated, which is why I chose to stay here until the celebrations officially start." He gestures vaguely towards Petalburg, a trail of smoke following his cigarette before he bring the stick close to his mouth again to take a long suck. After all, why should he bother bumping shoulders with every trainer that was drawn to the festival, it was best to keep to himself until thing were underway and the chaos of a dozen children competing would ensue.

Oh joy.

He raises a brow, quick with a retort. "You'd want me to watch you perform, Raizel?" He purrs, the hand on Raziel's bare skin where it lay. Elijah's eyes flash as they're suddenly closer than they were, though no movement has been made between them. He enjoys looking in Raziel's eyes, a terrifying blue, almost electrifying in their coolness. Expressive, dangerously so. He also does like to younger man blush, he expects Raziel would deny it so Elijah savors it whenever he can, the faint blush on tanned skin simply delicious to behold. He catches the movement in the coordinator's eyes, curious to see where he would take it. Of course, he must reek of smoke and nicotine, the cigarette hung loosely between his lips as they stay still for a moment. He's not entirely sure if Raziel's noticed that he'd been staring, but he must have as the younger man shoves him back.

Elijah chuckles, placing a hand on his hips and huffs out another cloud of smoke, cigarette half-diminished in the movement. The missing heat between their bodies is sorely missed, already he can feel the warmth fading away, like so many nights before. Elijah's wearing nothing peculiar, just a dark brown dry fit shirt and pants, conveniently losing several accessories he would normally sport to go for a more civilian look. No bling bling today but he manages to look overbearing all the same.

"Something wrong Raziel? Is the sun getting to your head?" He taunts, grin still in place. "Have you considered where you're going to stay? The pokemon center over at Petalburg would be chock full. You aren't going to sleep on the dirt are you?" There's obvious distaste in the uttered word, even his nose wrinkles a big in disgust.

Wasn't the first time someone commented on his smoking habits, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He shrugs, but keeps the cigarette anyway, ignoring Raziel's glare for the most part. Was he just suppose to give up on the habit because the younger man had told him so? Course not, that was highly against his ethics. Why was he going to make it easy for someone else. It might just be some misplaced concern, here today gone tomorrow.

Raziel's interrupted with the hatchin sound, Elijah also looking in interest. An egg is revealed and lo behold, a little Ralts now clings to his trainer's leg before promptly being scooped up. The blonde has to laugh though, with how Raziel seems to baby the pokemon. Well, it is a baby, as far the situation was concerned. It was just that Raziel seemed so out of character in Elijah's eyes, never would he have thought that the man liked cute little pokemon. Shame he'd already evolved his Togepi, otherwise Raziel could have swooned and fawned over the literal hatchling.

"You going for sailor moon planet names?" He chuckles.

A battle. He wasn't so opposed, it would be a good fight, under better circumstance than most. He would only feel slightly guilty for beating up a hatchling, but he'd get over it eventually. "If you wan to get your ass kicked, or our pokemon's ass kicked, sure." He says with a grin. Picking out two pokeballs, he chooses the pair that seemed most decent. Just crushing Raziel would be no good, he had to put up a good fight or else the coordinator would yell that he was cheating or something. So out comes Silva and Rush.

"And I was gonna offer my place for you to stay, dum dum." He says with a shake of his head. "I got a nice little shack around. It's a cozy place, would be cozier with you around darling."