Alright, so they had settled it. Harris was a Joltik and seemed Kaneda was a Liepard- or Purrloin. He really wasn't sure, but now he definitely wanted to get a Purrloin. Maybe he could go hunting for one after he got his starter. And then after that, he could bring it along to show Harris---

Whoa. Bring it along to show Harris. Did... that mean... he was willing to be Harris' actual real-life friend? Okay, the difference between a real friend and just that friend you met that one time that painted you were two totally different things. Kaneda took friendship very seriously because it meant work. It was like having a Pokemon, it took time, concentration, and it took a hell of a lot more work. But in a way, he wouldn't mind sticking around long enough to let Harris see him catch a Purrloin. From that point forward, he could think about whether Harris was worth an honest to Arceus friendship or not.

"If you weren't busy painting I'd show you a few tips on how not to break your hand when hitting somebody... though, my best advice to you is a bitchslap." He nodded. "Unless you've really trained in martial arts, bitchslap is the way to go. Why? Well, I'm so glad you asked," he figured he could drone on while Harris painted and Harris wouldn't mind. "Slapping just stings your hand if you angle your hand just right, but it stings a person's cheek even more if they're not used to them. Then, of course, if you're dealing with a dude then go straight for the nuts. If a woman, go for the nips. I don't see you being harassed by a woman, but one can never be too safe."

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It made a lot of sense. There were plenty of people out there who enjoyed looking at ugly things, thinking them 'cool' or 'amazing.' Even 'cute' to a degree depending on the Pokemon or item in question. But to Kaneda... well he honestly wasn't sure what sort of perspective he held for such things. He was the type of guy that would judge something upon seeing it, rather than beforehand, so he guessed he would just see what the world looked like to him one thing at a time during this strange journey of his.

One thing he had learned thus far was that Harris thought him beautiful enough to paint, which was strange. Maybe it was the hair. Or perhaps even his personality. Kaneda wasn't too sure, but he didn't mind the compliment and he was sure to let it go straight to his head like the narcissist he was deep down.

"People get the wrong idea all the time." Kaneda had experienced this a few times with a few women. Granted, he wasn't against at threesome, but the women had thought it his idea which made it a very interesting evening... "Most of the time they tend to lean toward what they could selfishly gain, which typically leads to misconceptions. Just depends on the person most of the time." Clearly Kaneda was a fan of blaming most everybody but himself-- unless he clearly knew he was at fault. And even then he sometimes typically pretended himself not to blame just to get a rise out of whoever he was with at the time.

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Well, there was something they didn't have in common. Kaneda had no idea what love felt like. It could attach to his back like a tick and he'd scratch at it until it fell off or he'd die as it sucked the life out of him. Kaneda had never fallen in love, too busy trying to gain independence and freedom. Now that he had both, perhaps he was too selfish to let go of his independence and freedom. Maybe he was just scared. Either way, love wasn't something Kaneda sought after either, which made him hope to Arceus it didn't just sneak up on him and bite him in the ass....

The mention of a farm had Kaneda excited. "Ah, so you're a breeder then? And here I just thought you were an artist." The prospect of Harris being a breeder was interesting, to say the least. He'd met a few, but few of them were like Harris. Usually being a breeder consumed them like being a Trainer probably should have consumed him. But seemed Harris had other hobbies, and it was refreshing to know somebody else didn't stick to the status quo.

"For whatever reason, traveling artist being a breeder was unexpected." He chuckled, moving a hand instinctively over the mound of dirt that was his Larvitar egg. "You have any other hidden talents I should know about?"

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A wood widdler.... well, Kaneda never would have guessed. That was for damn sure. The mental image that came with that information had Kaneda smiling. The safety goggles, wood chippings stuck everywhere, probably following him back to the farm. The idea had him chuckling as well. Not at Harris, but at his own silly imagination.

Farm hands on a farm. Harris in charge of a breeding farm. The whole idea had his head spinning. But wasn't that idea for breeders? He had to admit, he liked hatching Pokemon, so he didn't mind the idea of being a breeder, but he'd have to be really motivated. Something he had never, and would never, be. Nothing motivated him really. Sometimes people motivated him into action. So in order for him to put forth effort in being a breeder somebody would have to motivate him.

Though Harris was painting away, Kaneda was sitting right beside the momma turtle and the eggs, so he was able to notice how it rolled. He stared blankly. Maybe that one was going to be a bundle of energy, whatever it was... come to think of it, the pattern looked familiar. Not that he could put his finger on it while thinking about what 'profession he boasted.' Because, did he boast any profession?

"I don't really know." His eyes were on the egg and the momma turtle taking good care. "I'm honestly just sort of here. I went through a lot of shit to get here, so I've just been taking it easy for the most part. Enjoying life to its fullest. You only live once, right?" That sounded a bit lazy, and maybe he was. No, he definitely was. Kaneda wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life other than live free and die young... well, he wouldn't mind dying old so long as he could live life slowly and be relaxed the whole time. Like the lazy and selfish bastard that he was deep in his heart.

"Guess you could say that's my flaw." He admitted with a chuckle. "I'm extremely selfish, lazy, have no goal in mind, and I'm totally okay with that."

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notes. Dantelion, i can start a pt. 4 if you'd like, after your post. <3