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[battlearmor]

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Well hello everyone out there!

[There's a pretty girl on the screen all of a sudden.

Wait. It's hard to tell, but that's actually a dude in drag. Hopefully you have good perception-- if not? Kuranosuke's not going to correct anyone who mistakes him for a girl. He's got on make up, a lusciously full blonde wig, and pink from head to toe apart from his black miniskirt.

It looks like he's making this broadcast from the business district, and he's speaking with a girly lilt to his voice-- what, gotta act the part if you're dressed up, right?]

It's a pleasure to meet you all, I'm sure. Let's get down to business, shall we?

I'm looking for anyone who's interested in entering contests. You see, Pearls and I here-- Prrriii! -- aaare looking to offer our services as Pokémon Stylists.

If you need a consultation, or maybe just need a refresher course of your own, please feel free to contact me and we'll see if I can help you. I'm looking for a special kind of client... so don't think you'll get away with it on the first meeting!

Anyway, just look into contacting Kuranosuke Koibuchi, alright?

[Koibuchi, as in Son-of-the-politician Koibuchi. He has no shame.]

Toodles!

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[With a sigh, Kuranosuke ends the transmission and looks over at his Togepi. Dropping the feminine voice, he shrugs.]

Well, let's hope we don't get anyone boring.

Kura-po, you think everyone's boring nowadays.

I'm not wrong! There's never anyone with the right style. Everyone's always talking and talking- but it's like no one cares about what they do! I need something new.

[Pearls just lets out her own exasperated sigh. What is she going to do with this boy?]

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[biteoutofcrime]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. And this is Kinji.

[Kinji climbs down to get a close-up look at the two of them, squeaks his greeting, then hops back up to Kuzuryuu's shoulder again. Kuzuryuu rubs between his ears absently.]

Don't pay any attention to him, he likes to stick his nose into everything. I never heard of a contest stylist sticking to just one kind of client before. There a story there?

[battlearmor]

Oh, a Kuzuryuu, are you?

[That really means very little to him, but he files it away for later.]

No, not really. And I'd be open to more than one... But for now, I'm looking for something special instead of eight rich people throwing money at me to do their jobs for them.

...Let's just say I'm looking for a charity case.

[biteoutofcrime]

Hm.

[He's not sure how far into the political world his family name's reached, but if people are starting to recognize him, he ought to really pay attention to it.]

Dunno how much I can help you with that. I don't exactly run with contest types, though...I know plenty of people who ain't rich.

[battlearmor]

Oh, thank the Saviour. Man, I was starting to think I was only ever gonna get noble contacts.

Do you know how annoying and stuck up those guys can be?

[Pearls heaves a sigh, noting that Kuranosuke's gone back to using his normal voice.]

I'm starting to think I have to go undercover if I want any customers that aren't going to make me babysit their spoiled pokémon.

[biteoutofcrime]

...Aren't you sort of undercover already?

[Kinji snickers a little, because man, what Kuranosuke's wearing is WAY too flashy to be any kind of disguise. He's a rat, he knows furtive.]

[battlearmor]

...Oh, why this is no disguise! I don't care if people recognise me or not.

I just like to look fabulous from day to day-- and everyone should!

Granted, not just anyone can pull off this skirt with this sweater, but you get what I mean.

[biteoutofcrime]

Aah, that so...

[No he doesn't really actually get what Kuranosuke means at all but okay.

This time it's Kinji's turn to skitter down again and squeak a question. The Rattata's really bad at sitting still.

What do Pokemon gotta do to look 'fabulous?' It's not like they play dress-up like weird human people do.]

[battlearmor]

That's right! Some pokémon would even look silly all dressed up. A few ribbons are nice, though.

[Kuranosuke lifts a finger like a teacher at a lesson.]

Listen closely... When you train your best, don't you feel fabulous? When you can pull off your attacks perfectly?

And when your coat is at its shiniest, doesn't that feel great, too?

When you combine a pokémon's aesthetic, its greatest strengths, and make sure it's at its healthiest both in mind and body... that, with the perfect accessories, makes a pokémon its most fabulous!

[biteoutofcrime]

[Kuzuryuu and Kinji exchange a glance. Kinji tilts his head.

Personally, he feels his most fabulous after he's eaten his weight in nuts and cheese, but he'll take Kuranosuke's word for it.]

These guys don't get too fancy. I keep them clean and brush 'em when they need it, but Kinji's from the streets and O-Ren doesn't even have eyes, so she doesn't care what she looks like. I get what you're saying, but.

[Kuzuryuu shrugs. They're gangster Pokemon, what can you do.]

[battlearmor]

Well, if your pokémon can be confident without it, then they don't really need a stylist, do they?

[He smiles.]

But there are some people out there... especially little girls... and all their lives they have to live up to something. Cute pokémon, cute girls... they're all looked at first, aren't they?

Don't worry if you don't get it.

[biteoutofcrime]

...No. I do.

[Kinji looks up at Kuzuryuu, then scales his arm again to curl around his neck.]

I got a little sister. I get it.

[Kuzuryuu scratches the back of his head, then lets out a breath.]

I meet anyone who could use a boost, I'll give 'em your name, yeah?

[battlearmor]

Now we're talking. You betcha.

You can call if you wanna hang out or something, too. [After all, this kid isn't his usual crowd.]

I mean, you can't be any older than me.

[biteoutofcrime]

How old are you?

[battlearmor]

Just turned nineteen, got out of school last year.

[biteoutofcrime]

Oh. Then, yeah, we're about the same age. I'm a little older.

[battlearmor]

Huh! I never would have guessed.

Oh well, just means you'll be the luckier out of us when we're ancient like pops. [A SHRUG.]