|| I LITERALLY JUST ADDED A PHONE NUMBER YESTERDAY. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME DAMN IT

|| Maybe that's the issue actually. I'll see if things get better if I do that rq

Like you said though, it's still really stupid.

|| Yep, and it being run by a vocal right winger was all the site needed to be plummeted into a far right hellhole.

Also, I'm definitely not happy with it either. It hasn't even been a year and shit's already hit a steeper decline than ever.

|| Community wise, I feel like Twitter was bound to get as bad as it is eventually. It being run by an egocentric fascist was just the catalyst for that.

At least before it functioned mostly the way it was supposed to.

|| The choice is yours in the end, but if I had to suggest, I'm a little split between these two.

|| Wait, maybe there is something there...

What /wouldn't/ she ask her grandfather for? Maybe something she'd be either too embarrassed to or not want him to know about?

- won't ask too much of you this time, since I'm only putting you on the line with Quasartico, but I do ask for something in exchange."

His lips curved into a smirk as he stepped up before her.

"Take me out to a nice dinner. If it goes well, we split the bill. Otherwise, you pay in full."

Corbeau admittedly had concerns about making such negotiations with Jacinthe of all people, knowing how much she insists upon herself and her own group. However, the more he thought throughout this conversation, the more he realized that maybe they could both benefit here...

"You'd be correct. I-

- the bigger fish here, I'm sure we can still find a way to send a message."

With that, he glanced back towards her with a feint smile on his face.

-should be a place for people and pokemon to thrive, but it baffles me how little Quasartico has done to benefit /all/ of its people.

If you want to get in touch with someone higher up, I can do that for you. If that doesn't go ideally... While I wouldn't be willing to take any extreme measures on-

- hear someone as prim and propper as her swear like that, but under the circumstances, he could hardly blame her.

"Hm. You know, I think we're at an agreement here for once."

He then walked up to his desk and traced a couple fingers along its surface.

"I can respect the notion that Lumiose -

Corbeau shut the door behind them and walked by her side before she came to a stop. Despite her best effort to hide it, he could tell with a keen eye on her trembling hands that she was nervous in some capacity.

Closely and intently, he listened to every word she had to say. He was surprised to-

- I'll listen."

He wouldn't show or admit it by any means, but something about the way she called him that stroked a soft spot in him. Nobody had in a long time. He stepped aside for his guest, his dull yellow eyes still staring down at her's.

"Come, take a seat at the table here."

He watched as she moved her hand over to hold the door before he could even think about closing it on her, which established a clear message that she really meant business this time. When she offered something of potential interest, his brows furrowed slightly.

"...Fine. If you want me to listen,-

- wanted to wipe that cute little smile off her pretty face. Why was SHE here? Just to torment him about her prestige some more?

"For the last time, I'm not partaking in another one of your tournaments. Unless you have any important business with me, please leave these premises."

With Phillipe on a lunch break at the moment, Corbeau was alone in his office when company suddenly came knocking at his door. He couldn't help wondering who could've possibly wanted to see him as he went to open the door, but opening it up, he was unamused to see Jacinthe waiting.

He already-