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"How could he take hoopa!?" Lear yelled, pacing back and forth in front of the door. They were in his room--and by 'they,' Cheren was also there. The teacher had become calming to be around, and useful to have around, so Lear often requests that he be present during stressful situations. And this...is very stressful. Paulo, in his young stupidity, had taken his partner pokemon, Hoopa. Somehow the fool was even able to unbind the pokemon, it almost made him jealous, but he knew that wasn't a good thing, and that hoopa didn't want that. He was worried, even if he would deny it if anyone pointed it out.
"Maybe if you ask Silver you'll be able to get a better answer...but I think you already know. You were like him once. Obsessed with power, rash..." Cheren said in response, letting his sentence trail off. Lear didn't want him to respond--to talk to him--but he was here, and Lear insisted on him staying, so he would give his own input. He didn't that much mind staying though. The princes bed was massive...and soft. He liked laying on it when he had the chance, he didn't have the same luxuries back in Unova.
"I wasn't THIS stupid, okay? I would never steal someone's pokemon, mythical or not!" Lear hissed at Cheren, deeply offended at the implication that he would've stolen anyone's pokemon. He wouldn't even steal Giovanni's mewtwo, for arceus' sake! He turned after huffing and putting his hands on his hips, facing Cheren now. He was still on his bed, but not facing him. Actually he was lying on his stomach--and somehow Stoutland was at his feet.
"What is your obsession with my bed?" Lear sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was starting to get a headache from the stress. His bed was just a standard bed! At least it was standard to him...
"Get off it!" Lear demanded, frowning. Cheren chuckled at the demand, but he obeyed, raising himself off the bed and into a standing position. He fixed his collar before patting Stoutland on the head and walking over to Lear, placing a hand on the princes shoulder. This only deepened his frown, and he started tapping his foot on the ground.
"You're worried. Stop stressing so much about it, we'll get Hoopa back. I promise you. We won't let anything happen to them." Cheren said, trying his best to reassure to Lear. He couldn't actually promise that nothing would hurt Hoopa...they haven't even been able to find him, but no matter what happens, they would return Hoopa to Lear. That he knew, and he intended on upholding that part. Sawyer and Rachel would never let themselves live it down if they didn't anyway, and he didn't want them to blame themselves either. They're good people, this inconvenience was outside of their power. Hoopa will do whatever they please no matter what. It made the pokemon charming.
"Your eyes are beautiful..." Cheren said as he raised Lears glasses, kissing the prince on the forehead. Lear huffed in response, but relaxed. At least he wasn't tapping his foot against the floor anymore...it was the most annoying sound ever. And it was progress, before Lear wouldn't give a damn what he said and continue on panicking. He never realized just how hard it was to calm someone down before that. He still had work to do though...Lear was still frowning and he could both see and hear the frantic tapping of Lear tapping his finger against his arm. Still, progress was made!