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A small chuckle. Resting a paw atop Sandro's head. “I admire your eagerness, Sandro. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to go right now. I have something in the oven. How about we set something up for the future? I'll tell you everything you need to know then.”

“Sure. I don't mind that! Lead the way, mister.” The Torracat nods, digging into his bag for a moment. “I can pay for it, if you'd like...!”



“What he was like? Hm... . . . ...Er.” After a brief moment of thought, the Tysplosion shook his head. ”My apologies, if I began talking about him, I would not be able to stay quiet-. How about we meet somewhere else to discuss? Somewhere more... comfortable. Like a café.”

"Ah... I'm sorry for your loss.' er... what was he like, Ozo? That is... if you'd like to share that information." The last part was muttered, a sense of unease coming over him.



"...Are you sure about that? I never expected a Torracat to say that..- ... The only interesting part was my friend I grew up with. He was a Torracat, just like you. He's... gone... now, but you remind me of him. Except he was more in a rush to evolve-."

“Well, you won't be as late as I will be, haha--! Ah, well Er... Uninteresting is somewhat harsh but, if you insist.”



"...Heh. Your dad must be a great man. I... you see, my story is rather uninteresting. I evolved naturally. I wasn't against it, I wasn't for it. It happened, and that was alright. I've never been one for fighting, anyways. I'm a bit of a late bloomer-."

“As long as I follow in my dad's footsteps, I'm sure I'll be fine. What about you, Ozo? What was evolving like for you--?”



"Yes, well... it's a blessing and a curse. Some yern for attention, some despise it. But I'm sure you'll be a fine Incineroar. You hold yourself well, and you aren't as... hotheaded as most."

“Ironically... I'm the opposite. I'm not ready to become a Incinaroar yet. I mean, of course I have a role model to aspire to become when I do evolve, but... ... He gets a lot of attention, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that...”



"Correct. There are /tons/ of Incineroar, but not many Torracat. ...I suppose most just wish to evolve as fast as possible. It's a shame, really. They think their life begins after they evolve."

“Heh, I wouldn't know. There isn't exactly much of us here. ... Or maybe I just haven't met them...?” Shrugging, he shakes his head. “Nonetheless, nice to meetcha!”



. . . "N... No, we haven't. (Unless you somehow got amnesia again. But no, that wouldn't make sense...)", he'd mutter under his breath, soon clearing his throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sandro. Torracat are always a joy to be around."

“Sandro Kurusu. Have we meant before? I'm sorry, but you don't exactly look familiar to me..”



. . . ? ! "Y...-You're a rescuer as well?! . . . A-Ahem. (I'm losing composure-.) You, uh... do you mind telling me your name? Apologies, but you remind me of someone I knew."

Ah. Makes sense. “I suppose you and I are the same in that regard! ... Then again, as a Rescuer, I'd be doing a pretty bad job if I simply stayed inside all the time.”



"Hmm... I think it was... 'Blitz'? You'll have to excuse me—It's been quite a while since I've seen a Torracat." A small laugh. "You're only the third I've met. I've been told I need to get out more...-"

“Oh? The way I see it, if you're genuinely concerned about me, why would I give you grief about it?” Saying that, he sheathed his blade, nodding. “... What was the Torracat's name, if you remember?”



. . . ! That answer caught Ozo by surprise. Cue an equally small smile on the Tysplosion's face. "...You're welcome! I must say, you're much nicer than other Torracat I know. Most would've 'told me off' by now-."

A small smile casts on his face. Understandable. “Well, I appreciate the concern. If it really worries you, I'll try to be extra more careful with it.”



"Knives, daggers, blades... a sharp edge is a dangerous one. ...But I don't care what the youth do; if I did then I'd be worrying all day. I just thought I should warn you."

“—? Oh, er, don't worry. I'm fairly good at this. ... And this is a dagger.”



A cautious look. "...Please, be with that. Knives are for cooking, not for party tricks."

Twirling dagger nonchalantly.. It's probably dangerous? But, he's done this a bunch, he'll be fine as long as he isn't disturbed or distracted.



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