Indigo Plateau (Mess Hall) | Morning
Wallace smiled gently as he watched his best friend and his younger cousin converse about battling techniques and possible future lessons. It was refreshing, to say the least, to see some of the old spark back in the ones he cared for. So much had been taken from them by this epidemic, and it was uplifting to see some normalcy once more. His expression warm, he was content to allow the two chatter for a moment while he ate his breakfast. But even as they spoke, Wallace could see fractures in Steven's facade; every now and then he'd flinch or start. What was spooking him so bad? Were the nightmares that terrible last night?
"I, uh, wouldn't go that far."
"I know a good trainer when I see one, Wally." Steven replied as he looked to play with his food, which Wallace frowned at. "Trust me. In fact, I'm surprised you never did make it to the League. A battle with you would've been fantastic, I'm sure." Wallace scoffed at the comment, old anger flaring up. "Maybe one day we can let that become a reality, hm?"
"It'd be about damn time, I say," Wallace declared, popping a grape into his mouth before continuing. "You might be getting a little rusty, Steven," he jeered lightly, poking the man with a bare elbow. "I think our little Wally would give you a run for your money. Especially if I can give you a run for your money. Better stay on your toes or you'll get dethroned." He gave Steven a mischievous wink.
"You two are going to bring this whole place down one of these days." Clair laughed, Karen keeping her small, contained grin above her coffee as she enjoyed the smell. Fond memories came back to her, even the more fuzzy ones. "Aaaah, I'm kind of guilty for missing it. I'll have to join you next time. Last night I was ... busy."
Karen couldn't help but look at the dragon tamer then, eyebrow quirked expectantly. But her eyes slowly widened as she realized not only had she gotten laid -which was obvious- but it was with whom that was the juicy news. Her grin broke out with realization, eager to hear confirmation. Clair only nodded triumphantly, eying her trophy from afar, no doubt. "Yep. I did the thing."
"You slutty cunt!" Karen jeered happily, giving Clair a playful smack on the arm. "I can't believe it-- I'm surprised he had enough energy to handle you. I figured he'd spend it all on crying or something. Ha!" She took another drink, her predatory eyes flickering to Clair's prey. "From the look on your face, I'm guessing it was decent, at least? I'm not going to lie, I'm jealous; I've been eying him for years. I just didn't want to bother coddling him afterward. Guess I had him all wrong?"