"Yo, you look like my hot rival from a game ago," N said to Nate five steps away from him.
Nate grumbled at the green haired freak, keeping quiet. He pulled out a Pokeball, then looked at N. With a point to the ball, he wondered if N wanted a battle.
"No, I'm saying you're hot and I want to-"
The clueless protagonist whipped out his Pokedex, scrolling around to the first few Fire Pokemon he could find. Tepig, Combusken and Charmander appeared on the screen for N to see. Was it this he meant?
"No, idiot!" N kicked Nate in the bonkers, getting a little frustrated. "How stupid are you?"
Sentence formulation was not a forte of Nate's. The male shrugged and began to think sexually about Colress, his dream boyfriend. Silence was his only hope in a situation like this.
For many moments, N did not realize how awkwardly Nate was nonverbal. When he did figure it out, Natural Ghetsis Harmonia made his Sandshrew use Dig for no reason. It was just an urge, he guessed.
"Okay, I have an idea," N said, hoping for the best. "You know Pokemon moves, that's all anyone hears you say! Reply to me with them, okay?"
Nate could only nod.
"How do you feel about me?"
"Captivate... Charm. Leer?" Nate wondered if that even made sense.
"I lower your defense, do I?" N's boner grew.
Eyes wide and scared, Nate shook his head wildly. "Defense Curl! Curse!" He pointed at himself, "Me a Normal Type." He then pointed to N, "You a Ghost Type."
"I have a Ring Target we can use to Attract each other, if ya know what I mean." N winked.
In protest, the poor Nate shook his head. "Pound! ...Tackle! Body Slam?!"
Quick to respond, N said, "Hypnosis," and conjured up Darkrai, who sent Nate into a world of hurt. With no regrets, N made his move on Nate a couple of times before ditching him in the sewers.
"Heh."