"And I prefer my guys a little, well, deader."
Carl chuckled loudly, turning back to face the arcanine who had snapped back whilst the others remained silent. A mischievous smirk slithered up his face as he offered the angered canine a quick wink.
“Ooh, feisty,” He trotted forward, moving to walk on two legs, as he returned to the fire-type’s side. Never the smartest of creatures, the cat knew that the dog could fry him to a crisp in mere seconds, yet Carl was far more convinced that Gaear would interfere. Glancing over his shoulder to the expressionless dragon, the meowth knew damn well that if he were going to die, Gaear was going to be the creature to do so. Although the thought unnerve him to no end, he shrugged it off, his attention firmly on wooing this hound – because clearly, the delcatty had practically melted at the sight of him. “You know… I could make an exception, doll,” With utter no regard for personal space; he leant against one of her forearms as he spoke. “Only so many girls left…”
“Enough,” Gaear’s booming voice held no emotion, a loud utterance that demanded attention. He lunged towards the meowth, grabbing him by the leg in one swift, surprisingly elegant movement, to stand a distance away as if nothing had happened. Carl, although alarmed at his situation now dangling upside down in the dragon’s grasp, was never a quiet hostage.
“What the fuck are you playing at? Put me down! Couldn’t you see I was busy?!” His struggling only stopped as he met those blood red eyes. Falling limp, he grinned sheepishly as the dragon released him. Falling on his head, the cat emitted a hiss of frustration as he spun around into a more presentable stance.
"What is everyone's names? Mine is Xela.”
Gaear gave a snort, alike to a statue in his utter lack of movement. Beneath the heavy armour, it seemed as if he was hardly breathing. Carl, however, remained the exact opposite. Dusting off his already dirtied, mangy fur, he stood beside the behemoth of a dragon, muttering bitterly to himself until he realized that the pretty one was speaking.
“Xela, huh? Pretty name to go with a pretty face,” He commented, flashing a cheeky grin before the ghost-type also offered an introduction. Carl didn’t give a shit about ‘Faustus’ or ‘Koli’ – whatever his name was, and his bored expression clearly stated his opinions on the matter. “I’m Carl,” The cat announced loudly, grinning away as if he were god’s gift to mankind – which clearly, he was. Everyone else just had a bit of trouble seeing him in such a glorious light. He opened his mouth to continue when he felt the ground tremble a fraction behind him as Gaear began to move.
“We’re leaving,” The haxorus stated bluntly, rising to his feet as he turned from the group, swinging his tail around to launch Carl in the direction in which he was headed. He smirked at the yowl that escaped the cat. “Pleasure to have met you, but we’re bad company,”
“Wow wow wow, w-w-wait!” Carl’s stammering could be heard in the distance, growing louder as he desperately stumbled back onto the scene, fur sticking up in alarm. “Where the fuck’s my say in this? I-I-I mean we just got here, Gaear!” He darted past the dragon to skid to a halt before Xela and Faustus. “W-We’re not bad company, r-really?!” His demeanour had taken a sudden shift, his eyes wide as a fear enveloped his blue orbs. He glanced back at Gaear, awaiting their exit, with a lump in his throat. He couldn’t lose this group. Biting his lip nervously, his expression was the definition of pleading as he whispered to the duo before him. “Please. J-Just let me stay,”
(( I’m so sorry about the wait! I completely forgot Ciana was in the Safehouse. Dx ))