Another roll of the eyes and disgusted noise and Nic clocked out of that line of thought. It wasn't that he judged Worick, or was in any way jealous. It just didn't interest him and only further served to lower his general opinion of women on the whole. It was almost as low as his general opinion on men.

When Worick eyed the Pokeball in Nic's hands, the Twilight turned slightly and puffed his lips, playing at jealously guarding his precious Pokemon. Maybe a little bit true, honestly - Nic had a weakness for small animals.

It's in here, sure, but you can't have it. Get your own, lazy. Nic signed, sniffing in Worick's general direction before waving him off with one hand in a shoo-shoo gesture. Move along, Worick. Nic's a very serious trainer. So hardcore now. Gotta get to the center, y'know.