"Reading Comprehension" [Oleg]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg smiled a bit, patting Walt on the shoulder. "Good job, buddy. I'll make some of yer favorite once we reach home." With that, Oleg returned Walt to his own pokeball before placing it onto his belt. He then turned around to face the girl, plonking himself down where Walter was just sitting as he leaned back.

"Trust me, they'll get better. It's just her... Or him, being loaned from the Academy. They'll grow to respect you more. Or, well, what's what happened with me, Walt and the others with time." He stroked his chin in thought for a moment.

"I can always help with stuff like that, if you want."

[Noelle Albright]

"I'm just... well... I guess I just... I just suck." Noelle said bluntly. "I mean, I know I'll get better and everything, but right now I'm at that part where I... well, suck. I've had Flare for about 15 hours, and at least 10 of those has been spent sleeping because neither my alarm or me know the difference between AM and PM."

Noelle smiled once Oleg offered her some help.

"Yes. That would be lovely." Noelle said, placing her index finger on her cheek. "Learning how not to suck is an excellent first step. Plus, if anything goes wrong, we at the very least know your Electivire is an excellent fire extinguisher."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg laughed at this for a good while before coughing, smiling widely still. "Now, I'm not the best choice for an Arceus damn life coach. I sleep all over the place, live unhealthily..." He wiped his nose, growing a smirk. "But I guess I can try and get you up on the basics of living by yourself, heh. Maybe as the first thing get you a working alarm, then try and spend time with your pokemon... Maybe get a new diet, get some new pokemon caught, plan out your lesson schedule..." At this point he was obviously being sarcastic, sarcasm oozing from every corner of his voice, the sarcasm accompanied by a toying grin.

[Noelle Albright]

"That's okay. My diet has been no good ever since I left home, and I got to sleep like a hobo once I got to Olivine during the night." Noelle replied, she had always been terrible at detecting sarcasm. "Did you know Pokemon Centers allow people to just sleep there? I didn't. That bench by the lighthouse was unexpectedly comfy..."

Noelle cleared her throat. "Um, but I digress… er- I think for now I’ll get better at adapting to um, well, life itself. I just don’t really have much training experience. The thing I really want to stop sucking at is dealing with my Pokemon. I can continue to suck at life otherwise.”

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Sucking at life's bad. I've been there, y'know. The usual, fake ID's, drinks, going out to town... Maybe it's best I try to help ya with avoiding stuff like that too." He nodded, stroking the back of his neck. He had kept himself clean for now, yet the temptation did sometimes return to him.

"But I digress.. Erer." He snickered at his little bad joke for a while. "I think I can help with the pokemon stuff easily. But if ya really think you don't need help otherwise, that's okay too. Just tryin' to be the good guy here, I guess."

[Noelle Albright]

"I... um... yeah. I grew up in a metaphorical bubble of sorts." Noelle said softly, looking at the ground a bit ashamed. "I have no idea what it's like to get a fake ID and going out to town drinking with friends. It sounds fun."

Noelle looked back up at Oleg.

"Either way, I appreciate the help. But if we're kinda being honest here... I kinda like the whole feeling of being at the bottom." Noelle admitted, a goofy smile on her face. "Starting from scratch helps remind me I'm no longer home. I'm no longer in that bubble. It's a liberating feeling."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg smirked, nodding once. "Heh. I grew up in a even bigger bubble. Sootopolis ain' that fun when you consider it's inside a crater. Had to learn lots of stuff on the net, which led to..." He snickered as he patted his belly. "And eh.." Oleg furrowed his brows a bit as he thought about it.

"It wasn't that fun, considering I woke up alone in a beach, burried in sand. But..." Dammit, stop justifying it for yourself, Oleg. He quickly shook those thoughts from his head. "I guess I could try to arrange something like that. In a controlled way, if you really wanna try life like that."

[Noelle Albright]

Noelle crossed her arms, giving serious thought to Oleg’s proposal. It seemed very uncharacteristic of her, but at the same time, it was what was so appealing to her about it. Not thinking, but rather acting on impulse seemed like something the new Noelle would do. The idea made her nervous, stepping outside of her comfort zone wasn’t exactly easy for her, but it was exactly why she had to try.

“Well, um... okay.” Noelle said simply, taking a deep breath. Considering that she had already tore through said comfort zone the moment she decidedly ran away, it seemed illogical to back off more new experiences.

Noelle let out a small nervous laugh. “Why not, right? As long as, um, no one wakes up in unlikely places, it’ll be okay, right?”

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg smirked a bit, but at the back of his head he was cursing at himself. Dammit, he HAD promised himself he wouldn't try something like that again. But nope, someone had to come and give him a reason on why he could do it again. He quickly shook these negative thoughts out of his head. Maybe with a friend it wouldn't be so bad.

"I'm pretty sure if we keep it under control we won't end up waking up at any other place than in our own rooms." He nodded sagely at that. "I'm pretty sure we both can pass up as eighteen years old. Any higher, and we'll be spotted. I'll poke you once I get the ID's." Oleg nodded.

He then blinked. "Wait, that'd be the problem. You got some way to keep contact? Phone, PGS, anything?"

[Noelle Albright]

“Well, alright, that sounds like it’ll be fun.” Noelle grinned, warming up more and more to the idea. She was beginning to like new-Noelle’s decisions, even if they were simply rash impluses.

“Um… let’s see…” Noelle began rummaging through her cluttered, disorganized bag. Taking out a small piece of paper and a pen, she wrote a bunch of numbers in neat writing, then handed it to Oleg.

“Alright, here you go. This is my phone number. Well, technically, um, my brother’s. I may or may not have ‘borrowed’ it from his bedroom.” Noelle said, as she zipped up her bag and slung it behind her once more. “That’s also kinda why voicemail will ask you to leave a message for Matt.”

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"I won't ask why you've got your brother's phone, heh." Oleg smirked, tilting his head as he took the paper, placing it into his pocket. "But remember, don't cry at me if it isn' as fun as I'm hoping it'll be." Oleg wiped his nose one more time. Maybe he was catching a cold. He then yawned, standing up and straightening his back.

"Welp. Guess I'll go an' try to get us the ID's. Be warned, I'm horrible company." He chuckled at that, but it was partially true. He wasn't that nice on a day to day basis, honestly. Expect with close friends. And even then...