"Nah, this cloak wasn't all that important, just some leftover left in stores that nobody saw. By luck did I found one, it keeps me really well hidden in dark places, especially since my color schemes seems quite bright," he said, picking unfavorably at his brightly toned hair, annoyed with the way it is. "It's a real lifesaver sometimes, keeps me and my friends from freezing to death, but other than that, there's really no connection to this cloak." He said.
He looks to her again, as she mentioned how he was wearing that when he tries to leave her. Some good that did.
After that, she went silent once more, leaving him awkwardly trying to think of what to say. He sweat dropped as he looked to Missy, the pokemon who had her cloth wrapped around Maskerin, replacing the cloak that was once there. He look back down at Maskerin again, fiddling with his cloak. Soon, he snap the cloak back on and sighs.
"Look, earlier then I tried to leave you, with reasons you now know. I don't know why might be making you sad now but if it's because of that I'm really sorry." He clasp his hands together in an apologetic gesture, bending down at the waist to meet her in the eyes. "Please don't cry again, I really don't know how to deal with crying girls, heck I've never dealt with one to begin with and I don't want to learn anytime soon either. Not that I'm saying you're not aloud to cry, it's good to cry, it relieved stress but- ack, what am I even saying." He slumped, mouth forming in a pout, frustrated with his lack of communication skills.
"The thing is," he clasp her on both her shoulder, careful to not slap Missy as he does so, and shook her gently, almost playfully. "please don't be sad."
Kiki gaped at Key in shock for a while at the kiss, the earlier blush fading away then suddenly bloom to an even redder one. How he could even be redder than he already is was a mysterious and he shrilled loudly, flying everywhere, screeching. His voice was inaudible and he flew to fast for the eye to see. Diamond cooed curiously again, tilting his head as he watches, ducking when Kiki flew over it. He snuggles down deeper into Sakuny's fluffy fur, chirping distastefully at the Keychain's attitude.
Kiki was soon stopped, smashing right into his trainer's head, still screaming words that no one understood, then slides down in his dizziness. Kiki chirped something again then past out in a ridiculous manner.
Milo's head slam forward harshly, nearly crashing into Maskerin's own. He choked back a cry and sat up melodramatically, shoulders trembling at the sudden pain as he tries to take in what has just happened. He had bit his tongue, and the blood tasted absolutely disgusting. He turns slowly, fist clenching as he looks down at the past out figure of Kiki, who was still muttering inaudible sentences even unconscious. He swore to god he felt sometime slips down his neck from his head.
If he was bleeding from both a head injury and from his mouth, Kiki might die in an early grave.
"Kiki..." he growls softly, a vein popping on his forehead as he forced an angry smile, "...were you trying...to kill me you little jerk." He whispered, voice jumbled together as he there was a slur in his voice.
Ditti slides out the bag, yawning quietly as he slush in between his trainer and Kiki, who was starting to wake up from his temporary faint. The Ditto spoke in a hushed tone, negotiating with his angry trainer for his dizzy friend. All that did was to buy time for Kiki, who slips away from his near death experience and back to Key.
"Holy cow!" He squealed, "I could've died back and-" he blushed crazily, "Why did you k-k-kis-" he blush again, finding it hard to say the word 'kiss'. "Nevermind that! The point is, my trainer would've killed me then if it wasn't for Ditti!" He said quickly, changing the topic as best he could.
