If you had told Klaus, the child of crime and oil barons, a spoiled brat who could do absolutely no wrong in the eyes of his ever doting family, nannies and more, that he'd one day be out here attempting to assist people? He would've scoffed at you, one hundred percent he would've just laughed and told whatever body guard, usually Axel, to chase you off. The young adult never would have even considered the rest of the world as a whole as any of his business, as his parent's wouldn't even let him assist in the family business due to wanting to shelter their perfect angel. When he moved out to get a pokemon of his own, though still heavily under the finacial protection of his parents through daily allowances and more, he did get a taste of what it'd be to be amongst other people other then his family's clients and business partners. It certainly introduced him to a lot of colorful types, from the strange people he purchased his two beloved pokemon from in a wierd 'pet store' in a dark alley, to just the general public without being over shadowed by body guards. He now sat here, making a screwed up face as he listened to the professor speak to him. It had been Salami's idea, his boyfriend always trying to get him out of the house and learning to treat people, "Like actual fuckin' human beings." as he said. It hard started out as forcing him to leave the house more and holding conversations, something he already disliked. It was also 'socialization' for his pokemon as Salami said, as Spicy had snarled at everyone who approached them and when he evolved into a 200 lb, 5 ft tall, lengthy boy, that was suddenly going to be a problem.
As it progressed, it was then getting him to take a part time job at the cafe he worked at. There had been some cafes before, but he kept losing his job for his attitude towards people, and this one Salami had pressed the importance of behaving, and he had kept it this far. It did help, having to be vaguely humbled by the priveleges he was provided in life, but in his eyes, why should he attempt to live the life of a salary man when he was already able to live beyond his means with his parent's assistance? Salami said he needed to consider what'd happen when his grandparents and parents deceased or if something happened, and he soured every time he thought of it. Then from working at his barista job, Spicy now able to simply watch unhappily as people passed by. Serrano had simply always been a sweet boy, loving all attention he was given no matter what, but now he had the patience to not jump people for love and simply watched, tail thwapping happily at simply being surrounded by people.
Then one day, it was a flyer on the alls, wanting assistance in return for some credits and supplies, and of course the experience and his comment of, 'What kind of nerd does this shit?' Had not gone unnoticed by his friend, Axel, as it was now resulting in him sitting outside the professor's lab, flyer in hand and Spicy sitting by him, Serrano in his bag and an upset face at the whole situation, and then leaving with the job of studying pokemon on the out skirts of Sylvangloam. 'Think of it like a vacation!' he had been told. What kind of vacation is done in a gross forest surrounded by wierd mushrooms and wierder people? But regardless, he was off and ever much more grateful to have the companions he did as Spicy curled up around him, his inner fire keeping him warm and Serrano curled up in his lap, also keeping him warm and providing a great wrist rest as he took notes on the pokemon in front of him. The caterpies where just happily munching on some grass, a few cutieflies blitzing from here to there. While some impidimps and morgrems had tried to start mischief, Spicy's ability to spout flames and make sparks had set them scuttling back into the dark brush, but above all else, where how pretty the glimmering spores from the various mushrooms where.
The release was one thing, added too by morelulls and shiinotics in the grass, floatig petals from the other types scuttling around in the bushes, the gentle sound of wind through grass and flowers and the smell of such on the air, Klaus had nearly nodded off several times before Spicy had woken him back up with a nudge, licking his elbow gently. Klaus was wearing something quite unusual for the usual all designer tier young adult, simply a loose, scuffed T-shirt and some jeans for the dirty work. He had gotten them from a thrift shop before leaving and they had since become some of his favorite things to wear, they where so comfortable and perfect for the mobility sometimes required for this task, but right now? It was just taking notes, sketching what he saw and what changes where occuring from the spore's release. He had seen fusions around but they generally, outside of being disoriented and flightly, had not caused him trouble, and his presence of already sporting a nera meant none bothered him or his pokemon. He sighed as he stared up from his notebook, he would be returning tomorrow and honestly?
Part of him was sad about it.
