A laugh escaped the Deldevoir as he watched the ‘family’ as Vanille clearly attempted to give Caramel a bath though the female child was not enjoying the water in the slightest. Her brother, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the water and Michel’s eyes lingered on the boy for a moment before he moved further into the trees.
His thoughts drifted, “ahh Kajmir… an extraordinary fellow, that one. And, it’s only natural I know who he is. In fact, I knew who he was before I even met Vanille. One of Vered’s best Contest Pokemon. Any performance and he would win; there was no combating that one. Naturally, when he started performing in doubles with Vanille his popularity - along with hers - skyrocketed. They match each other quite well.”
A stream of fire escaped him and he stormed away from the river, “but lovers? They were not lovers. Friends with benefits, maybe, but not lovers. Kajmir’s interests lay elsewhere, in another one of Vanille’s friends. Fior, a Sanderade I believed her name was.”
He laughed, “you are sorely misinformed if you believe that Vanille and Kajmir loved each other in that way. But if what she said to me about him means anything,” Michelada’s expression fell slightly, as if he were recalling some distant memory of a night spent talking more than sleeping, “he was a friendship she desperately needed. To have that torn away from her, and with no explanation at all given… perhaps that’s why she clings so desperately to that Smeargle.”
His expression hardened once more, “Kajmir is a flirtatious fellow, from what I’ve seen. And at often times, cruel, especially towards any other male who showed an interest in him. I believe he seriously wounded a few, and I don’t mean broke their hearts. I do mean that in he physically attacked them for daring to, say, flirt with him. He was kind to those he knew but those he didn’t?” the Deldevoir laughed, “heartless. Vicious. He was known for leading others on and then turning on them suddenly with great violence - and no one would come after him for it either, given that he’s with the Brontes, and nobody in their right - or wrong - mind would dare challenge them. Though, recently, he’s actually been keeping himself in check, so there’s been less unfortunate fellows ending up in the hospital from that Bishedge.”
The Deldevoir leaned against a nearby tree, “like I said, of course I would know. My trainer greatly enjoys any performance put on by Kajmir, and so do the females on his team. We only go because it’s a better way to pass the time than getting drunk. He’s actually started to be blunt about where his interests are, and I don’t doubt a certain Sanderade has contributed to that. But that’s enough chit-chat from me.”
With that, he wandered further into the trees.
[This ends the Intervention plot. Asks will now go back to normal.]