"I’m not injured though…?"
Clearly, he was too focused on the mechanics to even notice the bruises, cuts, and all the other forms of injuries left upon him. Nonetheless, he was injured and… things get kind of graphic.
" Quinn, Cher, go out back and feed the litwicks those rattata souls. We don’t need them feeding on our guest’s energy, oui?" Fantina said turning to the young feminine figure who silently nodded their head and turned to go to do their chore.
Shin appeared and waved to the door silently.
"Oh? Here already? Let him in and direct him to the parlor. I shall go make tea." She said as the dusknoir disappeared with a bow.
Somehow, Fantina managed to convince him to go from Sunyshore all the way to Hearthome. Of course, he wasn’t all that impressed or amused by the whole gesture. After all, he always thought of Fantina as someone rather…shady or even sketchy.
Volkner stood in front of her mansion. Whatever it was, she better be quick because he does not like the atmosphere here… it was a little too eerie for his liking.
"Whatever it is she better be quick about it," he muttered very soft and low to himself but of course, the agitation was evident in his tone.
Taking Volkner’s silence with stride, Jasmine didn’t fail to notice his polite smile and promptly punctuated her gushing with a sheepish smile. “All’s well that ends well there, at least…!”
Volkner didn’t appear fazed as he relayed his reasons for being so disinterested in his gym challenges, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, as far as Jasmine knew. Still… “Maybe they’ll surprise you today!…” She tried with an added touch of gesture with her arms for effect. That was a problem, though… It was possible that he’d gotten too strong…
”How… perfect!” She could finish out her visit in Sinnoh with a bit of fun in Sunyshore before starting the voyage back home if she didn’t get worn down too fast. “I’d forgotten of these types of events happening here at this time of year.”
He couldn’t help but to smile a bit more and let out a soft but short giggle at her optimistic suggestion. Jasmine’s gestures lightened his mood from that a little bit, though not really changing his mind on the whole situation but he still responded, "Maybe—hopefully."
His hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans. A soft sigh was let out, he wasn’t disappointed or tense or anything like that, but rather more or less relieved at the very slightest. However, his attention turned to Jasmine after her first exclamation.
"Events?" Volkner questioned and then he stopped, thinking to himself. Oh… he had a broad idea, but he didn’t want to put words into her mouth. It wasn’t like he went to those events frequently anyways, so him lacking knowledge in that wasn’t uncommon.