Dijon smiled as him, Crepe, and Admiral headed for the nearby ranger base. They were heading for the one-day internship at the Vientown Base. Crepe was happily walking in front of them while Admiral stayed quiet next to him. She finally spoke as Crepe started humming a soft tune.

"Dijon... what are you hiding?" Admiral asked. He paused.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't lie. You have been up to something since you arrived. And it's getting more obvious." He stayed silent as Crepe bounded forward a little bit.

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Oh really? Then what did Mrs. April meant when she was talking to you after that phone call?"

"You were eavesdropping?"

"Clearly. Now answer?" He looked away.

"None of your business. Why are you concerned?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Admiral, you said you were from Pueltown. But I've never heard of your name or family name in town until now."

"We live in the harbor area. No one has heard of us until now." He simply hummed, not taking her answer.

"You want me to answer yet you don't give me anything."

"Family only."

"Same here."

"Then why were you talking to Mrs. April about it?"

"That's classified. Now, unless you and Seafoam are going to cough up details that you two are hiding, I'm not saying anything." He paused as he noticed Crepe had gained some distance. "How the hell did he get up there?"

She blinked before they ran to catch up. Crepe was smiling at the sky for some reason as he entered the town. He easily avoided a few people without too much attention and quickly arrived at the base. Meanwhile the other two had to pause before joining.

"What the hell?" He turned to them.

"Hm?"

"You first sped in front of us, then you hardly paid attention as you avoided a few people while we were left behind!" He blinked twice before his face warmed up in embarrassment.

"I... uh..." He looked away as he paused. "Sorry... I must've slipped back into my times of Kithicor..." Admiral blinked.

"How long did you do that?"

"Since I was able to walk... It's a common thing in Kithicor. We have to know the trails, know every move of everyone and everything, communicate with everyone no matter who it is... the list goes on..." He looked away as he paused. "L-let's go inside." They hummed as they followed the nervous boy into the base.

^*^

Dijon stayed quiet as the others tried to figure out what the others had pulled off. They had them do a 'mission' that was just getting them lunch. Dijon smiled as he watched Crepe's face warm up. He didn't seem to fire anything in particular at the group until Luana pulled the cards.

"You want to be yelling at something, You should yell at Barlow for hiding something.

Dijon actually didn't think the brown skinned leader could get a ghostly pale. But let him get proved wrong as Barlow went pale.

"I... d-don't know what you're talking about, Luana. Maybe you're just... thinking of something else?" She frowned.

"Crawford..."

"Got it." Elaine giggled as Barlow went to a practical white.

"Are you about to jump me?"

"Yes." The duo said with a similar, blank tone. He gulped at that while Dijon stretched and sighed.

"So... what's next?" Barlow smiled as he returned to his normal skin tone.

"Well... we'll eat some lunch and exchange stories. Come on."

^*^

Dijon didn't think Crepe had overheard him and Admiral's conversation (That didn't need to happen). But he did and questioned him.

He pinned the redhead to his bed, gaining a soft noise from him. The others were elsewhere working on some project that Dijon had already finished. He blushed as Crepe held him down and let his lips brush against Dijon's neck. A soft sound escaped him.

"C-c-crepe..." The brunette growled a little, letting the vibrations send a wave of pleasure through him. He choked on his words as Crepe shifted and sat on his lap. Dijon panted rather weakly at that. "W-w-what w-was that f-for...?" Crepe purred.

"You aren't at all as you seem..."

"W-what...?" He couldn't fully ask his question before a hand ran down his torso. A fit of pants and soft noises escaped him as he squirmed against the touch. Crepe hummed.

"You're hiding something..." Dijon couldn't respond correctly as his stomach twisted. The hand paused its actions so that he could relax. "What are you hiding?"

"N-nothing..." Dijon whispered weakly. He felt Crepe's hand move down and palm his crotch. An unidentifiable sound escaped the redhead as he tried to move. "W-w-wait..." Crepe hummed.

"I'll let you go if you tell me..." Dijon huffed.

"This is torture......."

"I don't want anything hiding in the dark between us." Dijon huffed as he let a hand grip Crepe's sleeve.

"Then... will you tell me what you're hiding...? I... don't want to do it alone..." Crepe purred as he rolled off of Dijon and let the redhead get comfortable against him.

"Of course... if it helps..." Dijon huffed as he leaned his head on Crepe's shoulder.

^*^

Dijon was glad he was nocturnal. He heard a sound downstairs and went to investigate. Ponte had joined him as he looked over the scene. Someone had snuck into the school and stolen the rest of the school stylers. He frowned as they went to find the culprit.

^*^

The others woke up and went to class. Dijon wasn't there, surprisingly. Crepe paused as he looked at everyone. Mrs. April hasn't walked in yet.

"Where is he? He wasn't in bed..." The others hummed as the teacher entered.

"No Dijon?" The others shook their heads.

"Mrs. April, he wasn't in bed." She hummed.

"Let's hope he shows up..."

^*^

Meanwhile, Dijon and Ponte had alerted the other teacher, Mr. Kincaid, about the stylers.

"Middle of the night?"

"I woke up to shuffling last night. Ponte joined me after I discovered they were all gone. We've already checked the school grounds, but they're not anywhere. We decided to wait and maybe catch whoever it was, but they didn't come back. So we waited until people were awake." The male teacher hummed.

"Thanks for alerting someone. I'll tell the headmaster while you two get to class." They nodded before heading to their respective rooms. Dijon paused as he peered into the room. He sighed before entering.

"Ah... Dijon. Where were you at?" He smiled.

"I was talking to Mr. Kincaid about something. My bad." He sat down as she continued the class.

^*^

Dijon growled. The stylers were still missing. The staff was in a quiet meeting while the students were on their own outside.

"What happened?" He turned to see Crepe, Isaac, Admiral and Seafoam walking over.

"Someone broke into the school and stole all of the extra stylers." Seafoam frowned.

"Why?"

"Not sure. All I know is that that's why I was late. Me and Ponte tried to get them back, but we don't know where they went. So let's hope the school can find them." The others hummed at that.

^*^

You could tell Dijon knew what he was doing. He had called his mom after the rangers turned up empty handed and alerted them of the stylers. That's when results finally came. A small Ralts came in during their outside training and ran over to the teacher. It met Dijon's eye before giving her the box. A note was attached.

"Dear whoever gets this.

The moon told my team that something had happened at your facility and you were missing something. Well... it turns out that the culprit was near our base and we were able to collect these. Keep those safe for now.

~Huntress Milon."

Dijon acted a perfect surprise as the others tried to figure it out. They tried to get him to confess, but he gave a perfect excuse that he didn't know a Huntress named Milon. So they left it at that. But Mrs. April caught on.

"Sly little boy."

"'The moon told my team'. That should say enough." She chuckled as they went inside with the others.