A/N: Looker & Cynthia... 'cause feels.
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Cynthia hated Looker, of course she did.
The first time she met him, she hated him; it didn't matter why, she just did.
There was something obnoxious in the way the detective stood at the back of her office; stoic and emotionless.
"Professor Rowan, remind me again why you've decided to intrude into my office at the middle of the night?" she asked the elderly man sitting in front of her.
A small smile was given back in response from the Professor, as he began to explain the dire situation arising in Sinnoh. "… which is why due to Team Galactic's restless effort, the Police Force asks for your help. They wish for you to work with one of their Agents."
The professor then pointed to the detective in the back of the office.
The man brought out his hand. "Looker."
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Looker?"
"it's uh, Kantonian."
Cynthia sighed, and with a muster of courage, brought out her hand, and shook his.
She didn't care much then.
