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It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and you’re sitting outside with Adaman, laughing and chatting over a table full of delicious food. Ever since he first repaid you for your Poryphone tutorial with a homemade breakfast, the two of you have been meeting up pretty often—the usual excuse is that he needs more help with technology or has some questions about modern culture, and he preemptively prepares more food as a thank-you. To be honest, though, you’re well beyond needing a reason to spend time together; which is why this time you’re a bit surprised when he actually pulls out his Poryphone, his eyes wide and bright the way they always are when he’s come up with some burning new question.
“Someone mentioned ‘apps’ to me the other day,” he begins, his expression adorably serious. “I figured you’d be able to explain them to me. So, what’s the deal?”
You smile, impossibly endeared by his enthusiasm, and scoot your chair so the two of you are sitting side by side and you can get a better look at his phone. He doesn’t seem to have explored many of its features besides the basic voice call function, so you navigate to the app store and pull it up as he watches closely.
“Apps are… well, they’re basically ways to add different features to your phone. Some of them are for playing games and other stuff, but a lot of them are for keeping in touch with people, or sharing what you’re doing.” You tap on a list of the most downloaded apps, scrolling through and pointing out some of the more common ones.
“You mean… there’s more you can do besides call?” Adaman asks, mystified. You nod.
“Lots more. This one is for calling with video, this one is mostly for texting, and this one is for sending picture messages. Although… a lot of the popular ones have most of the same features, to be honest.”
Adaman’s brow furrows as he tries to process all this new information. “So… what makes them different from each other, then?”
“Well, most of them started out doing different things first. Like this one—” You point at the icon for Snapchat. “Its defining feature used to be sending disappearing photo messages. You could send someone a short video or a picture with a caption, and once the recipient opened it, it would delete itself in a set amount of time—I think it used to be ten seconds or less.”
The man next to you appears even more mystified. “Why on earth would you want a photo to delete itself? The whole point of taking pictures and sending them to people is to preserve memories, isn’t it?”
Suddenly, you realize you’ve backed yourself into a bit of an awkward corner here. You take a deep breath as you try to figure out how to explain. “Um, well, maybe to… save space in your phone memory? But really, uh, I think the appeal was…”
His big brown eyes look at you expectantly, and you clear your throat, a faint blush rising to your cheeks as you wonder how the hell to phrase this. “Well, sometimes you might send photos that you don’t want other people to keep. Sometimes, if you send something really personal and someone else saves it, it could make you look bad later, or be used against you somehow.”
Adaman drums his fingers against the tabletop, clearly perplexed. “But why would you even send it in the first place, then? What could you want to show someone so badly but only let them see for a few seconds?”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, looking briefly up to the sky, silently begging Arceus to give you strength. ‘Explain sexting to your crush’ certainly hadn’t been on your bingo card for the day.
“Um. Well. S-sometimes people exchange more… intimate photos of themselves. Ones that they don’t want to take a chance that anyone but the recipient would see. And… ideally, they wouldn’t need to see the picture for very long.” You look back at Adaman, desperately hoping he’d somehow understand without you needing to spell it out, but he still just seems puzzled. You heave another sigh, mustering all your courage.
“Intimate,” you stress once more, not quite able to meet his eyes. “Like… bedroom intimate. Couples intimate. Does that make sense? Very, very personal, private… explicit pictures or videos.”
You finally manage to peek up at him again, only to find that his face has turned a deep, furious red. It seems he finally caught your drift. You watch as he swallows visibly, clearing his own throat before speaking. His voice is a bit hoarse.
“People… use apps… for that?”
It’s obvious that even the concept of taking that kind of photo hadn’t ever occurred to him before. There had apparently been photography in his time, but nothing that could be managed outside of a proper studio, so surely erotic photoshoots weren’t any kind of mainstream practice.
“Well… yeah. It’s just another way to use technology to communicate, right? People appreciate having a way to do that kind of stuff over long distances. Or even just the speed and convenience of it, you know—you don’t have to be that far apart.” You’re eager to hurry past it, just saying whatever comes to mind. “A-anyway, lots of other apps have disappearing message features now, although of course you can still just send pictures normally. And video call, too.”
Adaman’s silent for a few more moments, seeming to be deep in thought; he chews on his lip a bit, looking down at his hands. You hope you haven’t totally destroyed this grown man’s innocence somehow.
“Is there… really an app only for that? And everyone uses it?”
“Oh, no, no,” you hurry to clarify. “Most people use Snapchat—or other apps like it—for totally innocuous things. Like, I have an uncle who just sends everyone in our family pictures of his Fidough every day. But… well, if someone wants to do something more… intimate with someone over the phone, there’s plenty of different options.”
You leave it at that, and Adaman seems willing enough to move on. You explain a few other popular social media apps, even helping him download and make accounts on some of them, as well as following some trainers he knows (yourself included). He’s fascinated—delighted, even—by all these new ways to get in touch with people.
“Wow! So the next time I call you, we could see each other’s faces? Or—or I could send you a picture anytime I want, or even leave you just a recording of my voice?”
“Yeah, any of those things! You’re welcome to contact me any time. I might not always answer right away, but if I don’t, I promise I’ll get back to you eventually.”
Adaman nods, his expression serious. You know he makes a point of being almost obsessively mindful of other people’s time, and tends to worry that he might be imposing, so you certainly don’t expect him to abuse these new privileges (the way he did the first time he cold-called you at five in the morning). In fact, he’s become more conscientious about his communication habits than most people you know, despite the fact that he’s even more tempted by the novelty and convenience of all this new technology. You know you can trust him to respect any boundaries you might set.
Eventually, the two of you have to part ways again; but it’s not long before you receive a Snapchat notification. You open it to find an incredibly blurry selfie of Adaman and his Leafeon, with an out-of-season holiday filter you assume he’d added by accident. You grin, and take a screenshot—only to get a barrage of in-app texts shortly after.
wghats a screenshot
hello
hello
???
whats thjat mean
hello ??
You can’t help but laugh out loud, earning some odd looks from a few other trainers nearby. You have it so bad for this man it’s not even funny.
The days and weeks pass, and soon you’ve forgotten all about the more awkward part of the conversation the two of you had shared. Adaman seems to be getting the hang of all the different apps and their features, and he’s graduated from sporadic phone calls to a near-fluent assortment of texts, voice and picture messages, and even the occasional video call. Not that the video calls are strictly necessary, seeing as the two of you can easily meet up whenever you like; but he tends to prefer calls as the most efficient option to communicate when you’re apart, and without fail is thrilled by the added bonus of being able to see each other in real time—it seems the novelty of such a thing still hasn’t worn off. And you can’t say that you mind in the slightest.
You’re in your room one night, winding down and getting ready for bed, when your phone buzzes. You’re surprised to see a few texts from Adaman come in, one after the other; he’s such a big proponent of early rising that he usually turns in rather early as well, by your standards, so it seems a bit late for him to be up.
Ugh
Can’t sleep 😑
You awake? Mind if I call?
🗣️📲
You can’t help but smile—both at his courtesy in asking first, and his newfound obsession with emojis. You fire back a quick response in the affirmative, and soon an audio call is coming in, which you answer promptly. Your stomach flutters a bit with unexpected nerves; you’ve never spoken with him this late at night before. This won’t be weird… right?
“Hey.” His voice sounds tired, and a bit raspy; he’d absolutely be asleep at this hour if he had the choice. You try not to giggle at how put-out he seems by the whole situation.
“Hey yourself. Something wrong? I thought you’d normally be dead to the world by now, old man.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” You hear him sigh, the sound crackling a bit in the speakers. “No, nothing’s wrong, really, just… got a lot on my mind, I guess. Culture shock, figuring out how to get back to Hisui… the usual.”
You make a sympathetic sound in your throat, pausing for a moment before you answer. “I’m sorry, Adaman—it’s always rough when you can’t get to sleep. And I know you have a lot weighing on you. Is there… anything I can do? Anything you want to talk more about?”
Another moment of silence; you think you hear him shifting on the other end of the line. “Not… not really. I guess I just thought… well, I might feel better if I could hear your voice.” You can hear him suck in a deep breath. “Is that… okay? That’s not weird of me, is it?”
Your heart leaps in your chest, pounding in your throat as you try to compose yourself enough to reply. You swallow, probably audibly. “No, it’s not weird. I’m… glad you called. I’ll stay on the phone with you for as long as you want.”
His voice seems to waver a little, although it might just be the reception. “You mean that? You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“I promise, Adaman. I want to be here for you however I can, okay?” You lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling, trying your best to keep your cool as your heart races in your chest. “I don’t usually go to bed until later, anyways, so you’re not keeping me up or anything.”
Another sigh, this time of relief. “Alright, that’s good to hear.” A bit more rustling. “No wonder you’re always so groggy in the mornings, eh? A regular night owl, you are. I sure hope you’re using your time wisely and not just scrolling on your phone instead of sleeping.”
“Pfft. Why would you think that?” You lie, letting out a derisive snort. He laughs in a way that indicates he sees right through you, before you both lapse into a few minutes of comfortable silence. It’s a little while before he speaks up again, and his voice is softer than usual when he does.
“I like to think I’ve been doing pretty good, ya know? Not calling you all the time, that is. And it’s tempting, believe me.”
You huff out a laugh, still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that he seems to enjoy your company so much. “And I appreciate the, uh, restraint. I honestly can’t even imagine being introduced to so much new technology all at once—I’d be like a kid in a candy shop too. I think you’re doing great.” You bite your lip, debating if you should say what else you’re thinking, before deciding to take the plunge anyway. “But, for the record… I do really like hearing from you. Even at five in the morning. I wouldn’t have answered the phone at that hour for just anyone, you know.”
Silence; the only way you can tell he’s still on the line is the faint sound of his breathing. Oh, god—did you overstep? Was that too weird?
“Really…?” You’re not sure if you’ve ever heard him sound so quietly awestruck.
With a swallow, you nod, before realizing he obviously can’t see you. You clear your throat. “Y-yeah. Really.”
Neither of you seem to be sure what to say after that. You pick anxiously at a loose thread on your blanket, and there’s a bit more rustling on his end. Finally, after a few more moments, he speaks up again.
“Do you wanna… turn on our video?”
Your stomach flutters wildly. Come on, stay cool… keep it together. You instinctively glance around to make sure there’s not anything weird in the background, but you’re just propped up against the head of your bed, leaning back against the pillows. You’re not indecent, either, at least not from the torso up, wearing just a t-shirt and your underwear. That should be fine—it’s not like he’ll see anything other than your face, right?
Strangely, you realize that it never even occurred to you to say anything other than ‘yes’ to his request.
Instead of responding, you just switch on your camera, holding your phone up in front of your face and trying not to look too giddy. After a moment, Adaman’s video comes on too, and it takes every scrap of your self-control not to suck in a gasp. He’s on his bed also, illuminated by only a bedside lamp and wearing a loose-fitting black tank top, with his pecs blatantly on display just as much as usual (if not even more, since the way the shirt is cut gives you a generous eyeful of sideboob as well). He’s not wearing his usual eyeliner, and his hair is fully down, cascading around his face in a beautiful trifecta of colors. Put simply, he’s stunning, especially with the drowsy look on his face, his eyes half-lidded in the dim lighting. Your heart skips a beat or two.
“H-hey,” you say again, hoping you don’t sound as breathless as you feel. He gives you his signature little half-smile, and warmth instantly spreads in your chest.
“Hey, yourself,” he echoes back, and you can’t help but grin. Something about seeing him like this… it’s so shockingly intimate and exciting, after only ever seeing him during the day, wearing the same unusual clothes he’d arrived in Pasio with. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too wide.
“Y’know…” He clears his throat and starts to speak, his voice low, and you listen with rapt attention. His gaze flits away from yours. “I guess… I guess there has actually been something else on my mind lately.”
You can’t help but draw in a soft breath, taking in all the little nuances of his expression. He seems… almost embarrassed?
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. You can see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes still fixed somewhere to the side of yours, very intently watching a spot on the wall over your shoulder.
“Well.” He surely seems to be taking his time, speaking slowly. His tongue darts out to wet his lips in a quick, nervous motion. “It’s mostly just… you remember when you were teaching me about all the different apps awhile ago?”
Something clicks in your head, and your eyes widen a little as the conversation comes flooding back to you. Yes… yes, you most certainly do. You offer him a hesitant nod, trying to keep your expression as neutral as you can manage.
It takes a few more moments, but he seems to finally muster up the courage to meet your eyes, his gaze surprisingly intense in the dimness of his room. “Have you… ever used your phone for anything like… that?”
You think your heart actually stops for a moment, and you fight to keep your jaw from dropping. It takes a little while for your brain to buffer, but before you can manage to pull yourself together enough to answer, he quickly interjects. “You know what, never mind. I’m sorry. That was super personal, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t be prying like that.”
You’re still a little shell-shocked, and can’t do anything but blink for a few beats. Adaman’s blushing noticeably now, and broke off the eye contact quite quickly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grimace. You swallow around an inexplicable lump in your throat—you certainly hadn’t been expecting him to come out and just ask something like that. It’s only natural to be curious, though, you suppose. “Um. Well… why do you think it’s been on your mind so much?”
Adaman makes a disgruntled sound in his throat, his brows furrowing.
“I’m… not sure. I just…” He takes a deep breath.
“I think I… want to try it. Even just imagining it is… kind of exciting. You know?”
Your expression goes completely blank as you attempt to process the words that just left his mouth. Adaman is… telling you… that he wants to try… phone sex?
“Obviously it wasn’t possible to do anything like that back in Hisui,” he hurries to continue, apparently taking your reaction as one of discomfort, and trying to cover his faux pas with even more words. “There was no one there I would’ve really wanted to do it with, anyway.”
He swallows, and his voice goes quiet.
“But now…”
Silence. He covers the lower half of his face with his hand, masking his expression as his line of sight flits down, somewhere off camera. You wet your dry lips with your tongue, willing your vocal cords to work.
“But now…?” you prod gently, hopefully, trembling with anticipation. Adaman doesn’t respond. He seems to be breathing heavily, and quite distracted by something as he removes his free hand from his face; the video feed on the screen wavers, as if his grip is shaking while he holds the phone, and you can hear him suck in a ragged breath. His face is flushed a deep red, you can tell even in the low lighting, all the way to his ears and the roots of his hair.
“Adaman.” There’s an urgency to your voice that surprises even you, and his gaze snaps back up guiltily. You’ve never seen him look like this. You nod down towards the bottom of the screen, your eyes wide, your words practically little more than a moan. “Oh, god. Are you…?”
“N-no! I just—” he cries, his pupils constricting in panic as he jerks his head back up. “I’m not d-doing anything, I just—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—I’m sorry.”
It’s clear to you now what’s going on, and you bite your lip to keep a desperate sound from escaping as heat floods your insides, a familiar tingling beginning to rise in your core. You take a deep breath of your own, but it doesn’t manage to help you sound any more composed.
“Don’t be sorry.” You sound embarrassingly breathy, and it seems to not be what Adaman expected, his features going slack in surprise. He holds his breath while he waits for you to speak again, and eventually, you do.
“...Show me.”
Adaman’s eyes widen, the usually-warm pools of brown growing dark.
“P..please. If you want,” you hasten to clarify. He reacts with similar haste, not needing to be told a third time. A bit shakily, he repositions his Poryphone so he’s holding it below his waist, showcasing a sizable bulge in a pair of classic, well-fitted gray sweatpants. (Who the hell dressed this man? You need to find out so you can thank them personally.)
Thoughts on Adaman’s modern wardrobe aside, you take a moment to appreciate the view, your heart thudding in your chest. Adaman’s biting his lip, looking away almost bashfully, like he’s still ashamed that he was this aroused while on a call with you. You hope your starry-eyed expression is enough to convey that he shouldn’t feel anything of the sort; as a matter of fact, you’re positively thrilled by this turn of events.
“Adaman,” you murmur, your voice already thick with lust. He looks back at you after you speak, his expression shifting into one of naked disbelief. Off camera, your free hand starts toying at the hem of your t-shirt; not moving to pull it off yet, but playing with the suggestion. You swallow hard.
“...Do you want to touch yourself?”
He bites back a surprised groan, his eyelashes fluttering as he glances quickly down to his erection, then back up at you.
“You… wouldn’t mind?” he asks, the hesitation evident in his tone. You almost laugh, but manage to tone it down into just a bit of a teasing smile, shaking your head.
“No, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say that… I want you to.”
Adaman actually moans this time, and you can see his dick twitch in his pants. God, this is already so hot. He moves slowly, like he still can’t believe this is actually happening; and, as he reaches for the waistband of his sweats, you stop him with a sudden noise from your throat.
“Nuh-uh. Over your pants.”
His mouth quirks in question, but you just grin mischievously. “Surely you don’t want to rush this, do you? I can guarantee it’ll all be time well spent.”
He rolls his eyes at the jab about his usual impatience, but a smile curves on his lips as well, and he takes a deep breath before he slowly, shakily reaches down to trace the outline of his cock through the fabric. “Nn-nghh…”
His little sound of pleasure shoots straight to your center, and you rub your thighs together for a moment, biting back a sigh of your own. “Good… yeah, that’s good.”
Adaman’s breath catches as he looks up to you, watching your face once he shifts to a different approach, rubbing the flat of his palm down along his length. You can tell when it catches at the head, because his hips stutter just a little, and he lets out a tiny gasp. “Ah, a-aah…”
“Yeah, like that,” you whisper, watching him, entranced. “Keep going.”
He does. You wonder if he remembers how to switch the video feed between the front and back camera—he seems to be having a bit of trouble keeping both his crotch and his face in frame as he holds the phone in selfie mode below him—but you can’t quite bring yourself to say anything just yet. As nice as a closeup view of the action might be… you still really want to be able to see his face, too.
You keep drinking him in, all his little movements and noises, for a bit longer before—on impulse—you set your phone down. Adaman makes a questioning sound, but you just tug off your shirt before picking your phone back up again, holding it close enough that you’re only exposed from the shoulders up. Still, Adaman’s eyes widen once he realizes you’ve started undressing.
“U-uh,” he stammers, the movements of his hand drawing to a halt as his gaze roves over you. Admittedly, you’re not giving him much to work with, but it’s so satisfying to hear him let his breath out in a rush when you tilt the camera down just a little further, bringing the top of your newly bared chest into view.
“Almighty Sinnoh,” you think you hear him mutter, and he grunts as he gives his dick a squeeze. You can’t help but smile as you watch him; you probably look far more giddy than you do seductive, but it seems to be working for him anyway as he grits his teeth, starting to rub himself through the fabric once more. You can see a tiny wet spot beginning to form from his precum, and the sight makes your whole body flush hot.
“You wanna take those off now?” you ask. He practically gasps in relief, dropping his phone in his haste to yank off his sweatpants, and you let out an amused giggle. When he reappears on your screen, he has his cock in hand, biting his lip so hard you can see it turning white. His pupils are blown wide, eyes darting between his own view of himself and your face on the screen, like he can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is really happening. You wonder if he’s getting off on the very idea of it all, of displaying himself, of being seen.
Either way, it’s certainly working for you. Your breath catches in his throat when you see what he has to offer, and you quickly pull your phone further back so he can get a better view of your bare chest. In response, he says your name like you’ve never heard it before, thick and raspy with desire.
“I never thought I’d get to see you like this…” he manages through gritted teeth. He spits into his palm and starts to stroke himself, groaning under his breath as he drinks in the sight of you. A sigh escapes your lips as your free hand begins to roam over the expanse of your chest, smoothing and squeezing over the contours of it, letting out a little gasp as you roll a nipple between your fingers. You can hear Adaman hiss out a curse, and it’s clear he’s trying hard to pace himself, keeping the movements of his hand slow and steady.
“Mmm. Have you been… imagining this for awhile?” you ask, your own voice low and a bit husky with arousal. He doesn’t even hesitate before he nods, his brows furrowing as his cheeks flush an even brighter red.
“Oh, you have no idea.” He swipes a thumb over the head of his cock, and you’re rewarded with the sight of a full-body shudder; he can’t seem to resist starting to jerk it a little faster. You give a hum of approval and start to trail your hand down your torso, painfully slowly—just to tease him. His breath hitches as you pan the camera out so he can see you slipping a finger beneath the elastic of your underwear. You honestly don’t have the patience to drag this out for too long, though, so before long you’re setting your phone aside to squirm out of your last remaining article of clothing.
You take a deep breath, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you spread your legs, slowly aiming the camera down so he can see you in full—see how excited you’ve already become just from watching him. He whimpers, and you’re already addicted to the sound.
“Fuck–! You look—” He gasps, continuing to give his cock long, smooth pulls. “Mmh—I just wanna—”
“Just wanna what?” You hadn’t intended to sound like you were begging, but that’s certainly the way it seems, your voice dripping with pure desperation. “Tell me.” Adaman huffs out a sharp breath, his eyes screwing shut for just a moment from the pleasure.
“Just wanna—oh, everything. Gods, so good—”
That’s a bit of a cop-out answer, but you’ll take it—his voice sounds so needy, like you’ve never heard it before. He takes another moment to spit into his palm again, and when he returns his hand to his dick, the wet, schlicking sounds that result are absolutely glorious. You feel your arousal spike, sudden and hard like a punch to the gut, and slip your fingers into your own mouth before sliding them back down to start touching yourself as well. The evidence of your excitement is apparent, its wetness gleaming, and Adaman’s movements falter as he watches you, enraptured. It’s not long before your hand is moving quickly, and sounds to match his can be heard from your end of the line. The both of you let out a broken moan in unison as you watch each other get off, chests heaving as you pant for breath, your free hands pumping furiously as the phones shake a bit in your grips. It’s messy, and needy, and perfect—seeing Adaman like this fans the flames of your desire till they’re positively roaring within you, leaving you dizzy with want.
“T-tell me what you wanna do to me,” you gasp, your jaw going slack with pleasure as you continue to touch yourself, your every nerve singing. Your eyes are fixed on his hand while he pumps his cock faster and faster, as if you’re in a trance. Maybe you are.
He groans your name, taking a moment to catch his breath. You can see his balls are starting to tighten, drawing up closer to his body. “Ohh, where do I start—? I wanna put my hands on you, my mouth on you—all over you. Please—” he continues. “I—I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. I wish this was me inside you—gods, I bet you’d feel so good—”
“Yeah–? You want to?” By now you’ve pushed two fingers fully inside yourself, legs spread wide as you thrust in and out, with every second of it caught on camera for Adaman’s reverent gaze. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Th-that’s the idea,” he chuckles, before cutting himself off with an impressively loud moan, his hips jerking up into his fist. He takes a mouthful of his shirt between his teeth, presumably to muffle any more sounds that might escape. “S-shit, I’m not gonna last…”
“Shirt off,” you beg, not quite able to muster up a more dignified request. But it gets the job done, and he lets the phone drop for a moment so he can tug the black tank top off over his head before returning to your screen. You bite your lip and whimper softly; his chest is even nicer than you’d imagined. He’s lean, but toned, and—of course—his pecs are incredible. It’s really almost unfair how gorgeous he is.
He chuckles breathlessly, and you realize you must’ve said that last bit out loud. “Same to you, you know,” he murmurs, just a bit of sweat starting to glisten on his skin.
Your core pulses and throbs with pleasure, and you can tell you’re getting close; you pull your fingers out of yourself with a messy sound and focus your attentions higher up, working frantically at your swollen, rosy arousal.
“Mmnnhh, fuck, I—I wanna see you come,” you whine.
It’s as if time freezes for a moment. Adaman’s eyes widen; his cock twitches in his hand; his jaw drops and his eyes roll back, an absolutely sinful moan escaping his throat. You soak in all these sights greedily, and by the time the complete picture has formed in your head, he’s doing just as you asked—he’s coming, in thick, hot spurts, ropes of pearly cum painting his torso as he throws his head back, groaning your name. It’s not long before you finish too, the incredibly erotic scene before you more than enough to push you over the edge with a strangled cry of your own.
…
It takes a few minutes for the both of you to calm down, only the sounds of your heavy breathing shared between you. You clean yourself off in a daze, Adaman doing the same. You’re just starting to get nervous amidst the silence when he lets out a buoyant laugh, bringing the camera back up to his face. His cheeks are still flushed, his forehead sweaty, his lips bitten red, his hair strewn all around his face… he’s glowing. He’s radiant. You need him.
“Heh… Look at you, guiding me through yet another new experience. I guess I’ll have to come up with some other way to thank you… next time I see you in person, hmm?”
You perk up immediately and nod, a huge grin starting to cross your face. “Yeah. Yes. Definitely. Yes.”
You’ve never been happier to help Adaman continue his education on the many uses of the Poryphone.