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Michael Bublé Wrote A Song About This Log
Who: Anyone currently living on or welcome at the Justice Farm!
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:

☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)
Let the shenanigans ensue.
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:

☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)
Let the shenanigans ensue.
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Aren't you busy here? You shouldn't feel obligated to go just because you're taking care of me! [Which is where her thoughts first go: He's going this out of a sense of duty as her guardian.
It hasn't even crossed her mind yet that he's doing it because he wants to, and because they're friends.]
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No! [She runs a hand through her hair, shifting uneasily] I'm an idiot. I want you to go, I just-- I don't know. I thought that because it's Mayu that you'd--
[Mio pauses, frowning slightly, because she doesn't really know what it was she thought. That Reid would leave now, or kick her out?] I do need you. I thought you'd think I didn't need you anymore because she's here now. [She trails off, staring down at the floor in a mix of shame and embarrassment]
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[He bends so he can be closer to eye level, then tentatively rests his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.] I'm not going anywhere, okay? I made a promise.
[He straightens up again.] When do you want to go? I figure if we meet her in Cherrygrove, it'd take between three and four days to get there.