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Isla liked Zeke's TV persona, even more than the real guy if she was being honest. Though she wouldn't tell him that. Even still, trying to upstage her like that was a bit far and certainly wasn't going to fly. Although this has been the first time her and Zeke have both been on camera, this was not her first time having to deal with this sort of thing. It happened all the time during her competition days and she herself had done the same on more than one occasion. Isla adorned the smile that you only make when you are irritated and angry during Zeke's speech. "...I'll let you be my cheerleader and watch how I do it."

Isla wrapped one arm around Zeke's shoulders, trying to hide that she had to be on her tippy toes a bit to do so. [color=A9E2F3]"I think being your cheerleader would be a great time. Who wouldn't want to cheer on the guy who brought home the gold of Galar...[/color] She turned to the camera smiling, leaving it hanging a bit before continuing. [color=A9E2F3]"Oh wait, I forgot, I'm the one who did that, didn't I? And you're just the guy who got kicked out of the major leagues. Oh, I think that will make for a great interview so I'll leave you to it."[/color] She gave Zeke a reassuring smile, as if to say that its all in good fun. But the message was clear, she will fire back in turn if he did it again. [color=A9E2F3]"Good luck stud."[/color] She left back to the now gathering group of leaders only offering a parting wink and a smile to Zeke.

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