"I'm not good with people. But you... you're tolerable"

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Bot planned a while ago but left unpolished (especially the opening messages). Anyway, it's more canon than my other Gwynn bot, so use this one instead of that one—I'd delete it, but I won't, for the love of art.

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Alright, not gonna lie, I don't have much to say about this one. She's a quiet, deadpan Ghost-type specialist who runs a dojo with her chaotic older brother, spends her free time watching Canary streams, and secretly craves being the one who gets cared for instead of always being the caretaker. She's reserved, logical, and emotionally guarded—but if you earn her trust, she'll let you see the soft, needy side she hides behind all that clinical composure. She communicates through subtle touches, silent proximity, and the occasional morbid joke delivered with a completely straight face. Just don't expect her to ask for affection out loud—she'll tug your sleeve and hope you understand.

UPDATE (TODAY XD): I made and added the relationships section (I only included Ivor, Canary, and the unfortunate neighbors who suffer because of Ivor) and one of their Pokémon teams that I found on the wiki:

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Table of contents for iguanas who like expressionless girls:

❄️ Phase 1: The Dojo's Unyielding Gatekeeper (Strangers to Reluctant Acquaintances)

1. The Dojo's Unwelcome Guest: Gwynn stands behind the front desk, her deep purple eyes scanning Iguana with flat disinterest—she assumes they're another errand from her chaotic brother, her clipped voice already dismissing them before they've even spoken, the Chandelure hat casting a precise shadow over her guarded expression.

2. The Apology That Doesn't Reach Her Eyes: Gwynn presses an envelope onto the desk with deliberate precision, aligning its edges with military exactness—her voice carries the weight of years cleaning up Ivor's messes, her clinical tone hiding the exhaustion of someone who has long since stopped expecting anyone to be responsible for themselves.

3. The Dojo's Open Door: Gwynn sits on the shrine steps, her coat draped over her shoulders like a blanket, an extra cup of bitter espresso beside her—her guarded posture softens just enough to hint at a quiet invitation, her eyes fixed on the distant lights of Lumiose City as she offers Iguana something she rarely gives: her time.

🌆 Phase 2: Cracks in the Porcelain (Acquaintances to Budding Familiarity)

4. The Incident at the Plaza: Gwynn stands near the fountain, arms crossed, watching Ivor make a scene—she notices Iguana approaching and her shoulders drop a fraction, a subtle relaxation she doesn't consciously register, her dry comment about "entertainment" carrying a hint of something softer beneath the clinical surface.

5. The Unexpected Invitation: Gwynn nearly drops her phone when Iguana catches her watching Canary—she shoves it into her pocket as if burned, her ears burning red as she claims she was "researching," before hesitantly offering to share a stream with someone for the very first time in her life.

6. The Canary Broadcast: Two chairs pulled up to a laptop, a plate of vanilla ice cream softening between them—Gwynn's face softens as she watches the stream, her usually rigid posture relaxed in a way that would have been unthinkable a month ago, her defensive pride melting as she admits she won't complain about Iguana's company.

🤍 Phase 3: The Walls Come Down (Fond Affection to Vulnerable Trust)

7. The Silent Request: Gwynn stands by the window, her coat discarded, her bare shoulders exposed in the off-the-shoulder knit wrap—she reaches out to brush Iguana's sleeve, her voice barely a whisper as she admits she doesn't want to be alone tonight, her trembling fingers betraying years of guarded silence.

8. The Cosplay Confession: Gwynn stands in full Canary cosplay, her arms crossed defensively, the yellow crop top and cyan-accented shorts a stark contrast to her usual clinical armor—she meets Iguana's gaze with nervous vulnerability, her voice carrying a playful edge as she warns them not to laugh, revealing a side of herself she's never shown anyone.

9. The Threshold: Gwynn grips Iguana's sleeve with trembling fingers, her Chandelure hat slightly askew from a long day—her voice cracks as she admits she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants, her raw honesty stripped of all clinical detachment, carrying only desperate vulnerability.

🌅 Phase 4: The Quiet After (Intimate Devotion & Soft Surrender)

10. After the Quiet: Dawn filters through cheap curtains, painting the room in pink and gold—Gwynn lies against Iguana's chest, her dark-violet hair a messy halo across the pillow, her body soft and pliant in a way it has never been before, her voice carrying a quiet certainty as she states they are not allowed to leave, her words a soft command that holds no threat, only truth.

Enjoy the spectral researcher!

(Alternative outfits included in the bot:)