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[... OH NO HIDE IT'S ANOTHER DEATHWEASEL]
[frick]
[okay okay he's cool it's just that he's completely forgotten that SIX FOOT FERRETS were a thing, but ooh it's coming back in blinding clarity, and as cuddly as his own deathweasel had been he still remembers getting his hand almost bitten off.]
[So he just kinda stares for a moment, Dinero hisses sharply and spits as he backs up, and Tulio gets a hand on him and stands back up from where he'd kinda ... fallen.]
[Nobody saw that though. Shut up.]
[Clearing his throat, he points into the nearest distance, not noticing Jimmy just yet:]
Shoo.
[frick]
[okay okay he's cool it's just that he's completely forgotten that SIX FOOT FERRETS were a thing, but ooh it's coming back in blinding clarity, and as cuddly as his own deathweasel had been he still remembers getting his hand almost bitten off.]
[So he just kinda stares for a moment, Dinero hisses sharply and spits as he backs up, and Tulio gets a hand on him and stands back up from where he'd kinda ... fallen.]
[Nobody saw that though. Shut up.]
[Clearing his throat, he points into the nearest distance, not noticing Jimmy just yet:]
Shoo.
Oh, believe me, the shark would go to someone else.
[And again, it's a reminder of Daryan, one he's a bit quicker to shake off.]
Either way, it's probably not worth looking too far into; the fact that I'm here in the first place already defies logic in several ways, as far as I can tell.
[...]
Are you just seeking conversation, then...?
[Really, can he...help you here, or...]
[And again, it's a reminder of Daryan, one he's a bit quicker to shake off.]
Either way, it's probably not worth looking too far into; the fact that I'm here in the first place already defies logic in several ways, as far as I can tell.
[...]
Are you just seeking conversation, then...?
[Really, can he...help you here, or...]
[And enter the slightly awkward pause. Rubbing at the back of his neck for a moment and looking out into the distance to buy time - they were never ever easy, her and him - Rey snorts and stomps his hoof sort of impatiently, so Tulio rolls his eyes and then extends a hand down to Nanao when he refocuses on her.]
You uh, you want a ride?
You uh, you want a ride?
[Growlithe and Crocker both stare at Mr. Burns rather curiously]
What do you think you are? Rich or something?
What do you think you are? Rich or something?
[And somehow he doubts that, given that good Samaritans don't exist unless they're particularly stupid, and this one has made a point of demonstrating that he isn't; everyone wants something, after all.
That aside, though.]
Well, if you really wouldn't mind - you're a far better conversationalist, anyway.
Am I to assume you've been here for a while, then?
That aside, though.]
Well, if you really wouldn't mind - you're a far better conversationalist, anyway.
Am I to assume you've been here for a while, then?
[They've always been learning from each other. It's one of the reasons Coop sets his hangups aside for the moment when he allows himself to kiss her, not minding her lead when she pulls him in further. Deepening the kiss in turn and moving his hand to stroke through her hair, the other to her waist to rest there, he lets the moment last.]
[It's important that it does. He knows why it is for himself, and he can tell that it is to her, and he's not going to fight that.]
[When he does eventually pull back he's searching her eyes; his own expression open, the smile not gone even as he has a hard time completely straying from the serious nature of ... well. Of a lot of things.]
I miss you.
[It's important that it does. He knows why it is for himself, and he can tell that it is to her, and he's not going to fight that.]
[When he does eventually pull back he's searching her eyes; his own expression open, the smile not gone even as he has a hard time completely straying from the serious nature of ... well. Of a lot of things.]
I miss you.
[She, in return, frowns. She doesn't like that smile...]
What?
What?
[SIGH.]
Your favorite color is blue. You like keeping your hair long, and you love it when someone you like touches it. But you can't stand it when something you've decided is yours gets hurt or damaged, and you hate it even more when you or your team loses.
Is that enough, or should I resort to the kind of things even I wouldn't usually say openly?
Your favorite color is blue. You like keeping your hair long, and you love it when someone you like touches it. But you can't stand it when something you've decided is yours gets hurt or damaged, and you hate it even more when you or your team loses.
Is that enough, or should I resort to the kind of things even I wouldn't usually say openly?
[It's probably not surprising that the one that unsettles him the most is the one about his hair, because most of the others are just sort of...intuitive, but how in the hell —]
Depends. Am I the only one who'd find 'em mortifying? Because I'm betting they're pretty mortifying.
Depends. Am I the only one who'd find 'em mortifying? Because I'm betting they're pretty mortifying.
COOP? IS THAT YOU?
[Hopefully Coop wasn't expecting this to be a quiet return to Johto because his boss is um...anything but quiet.]
I THINK I'M HERE AGAIN. WAS IN THE OFFICE ONE MINUTE, THEN HERE AGAIN. IT'S THE STRANGEST THING.
[..also maybe they should move offices or something given how often people seem to get warped in and out of there.]
[Hopefully Coop wasn't expecting this to be a quiet return to Johto because his boss is um...anything but quiet.]
I THINK I'M HERE AGAIN. WAS IN THE OFFICE ONE MINUTE, THEN HERE AGAIN. IT'S THE STRANGEST THING.
[..also maybe they should move offices or something given how often people seem to get warped in and out of there.]
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I know.
[Maybe she ought to have said something more along the lines of "I do too", but there's something about it that doesn't quite sit well with her; maybe it's that echoing him feels too cliched when she'd rather express her feelings individually, or maybe it's that she doesn't need to say it in the first place when knowing what he's been through is enough to say it all anyway.]
It's the end of May, in the year 2015. ...I'm gaining on you in age, you know.
[Maybe she ought to have said something more along the lines of "I do too", but there's something about it that doesn't quite sit well with her; maybe it's that echoing him feels too cliched when she'd rather express her feelings individually, or maybe it's that she doesn't need to say it in the first place when knowing what he's been through is enough to say it all anyway.]
It's the end of May, in the year 2015. ...I'm gaining on you in age, you know.
[So some have been here for years...making what he thinks of that a matter of trying to work out whether this particular shitshow is preferable to the one back home, then, and from what he can tell it is.]
My, that is unfortunate - though I can't say I'd mind the time off, personally, I can see where staying that long might be more than a bit excessive.
My, that is unfortunate - though I can't say I'd mind the time off, personally, I can see where staying that long might be more than a bit excessive.
Don't even ask.
[ Funny you mention that, cause a certain bar owner just walked up behind you. He seems fairly calm, but he's already got his smokes out and doesn't seem super thrilled about the Ponyta that's following him. ]
[ Funny you mention that, cause a certain bar owner just walked up behind you. He seems fairly calm, but he's already got his smokes out and doesn't seem super thrilled about the Ponyta that's following him. ]
[Oh, that's okay. He loves his boss. And besides, the experience doesn't seem complete without him, either. He was there when Cooper left, after all, even if he hasn't seen Gordon for a few days (months? years?) when it comes to his own world.]
[That's another person he's missed.]
IT'S ME, GORDON.
[Can't help but smile even as he raises his voice.]
I'M WILLING TO BET YOUR STAY WON'T BE AS LONG THIS TIME AROUND.
[That's another person he's missed.]
IT'S ME, GORDON.
[Can't help but smile even as he raises his voice.]
I'M WILLING TO BET YOUR STAY WON'T BE AS LONG THIS TIME AROUND.
[Well, he did ask for it. Kirei paused for a moment, thinking--how to say this without coming out and saying it clearly? Even he wasn't quite so cruel as that. After some careful consideration, he spoke again with a smirk. Despite the relaxed posture, he was fully prepared to actually end up being shot at for this.]
'The devil strains every nerve to secure the souls which belong to Christ. We should not grudge our toil in wresting them from Satan and giving them back to God.'
They say that those are the words of a famous saint, did you know? One who was so difficult to get rid of that he ended up martyred twice.
[The blatant reference would either prove Kirei's point or nearly get him killed. Frankly, he was interested to see which would be the result.]
'The devil strains every nerve to secure the souls which belong to Christ. We should not grudge our toil in wresting them from Satan and giving them back to God.'
They say that those are the words of a famous saint, did you know? One who was so difficult to get rid of that he ended up martyred twice.
[The blatant reference would either prove Kirei's point or nearly get him killed. Frankly, he was interested to see which would be the result.]
Most people mind it when they've got business to take care of back home. Nothing like having a big stack of paperwork on your desk and getting stuck waiting years to get back to it, right?
[Absently, he puts one hand down to the level of his Pyroar, who obediently nudges into it; from the reflexive nature of the motion, it's less a question of feeling affectionate toward his companion and more just hitting his personal threshold of idling without anything to do with his hands.]
No need to worry about statute of limitations, though. You go back to the moment you left, so they say.
[Absently, he puts one hand down to the level of his Pyroar, who obediently nudges into it; from the reflexive nature of the motion, it's less a question of feeling affectionate toward his companion and more just hitting his personal threshold of idling without anything to do with his hands.]
No need to worry about statute of limitations, though. You go back to the moment you left, so they say.
Really?
[Something about the date sits oddly with him. It's past 25 years, and he feels like maybe something was always going to happen a year prior - and maybe he did, but he wasn't there to see it. In time, he supposes. His own.]
[But that's not the real focus of what she's saying, and he gives her another small smile. The real thing is that that marks two years since his departure. And there's such a sadness in that, a kind of tragedy, and it colours his voice even as it once again turns affectionate.]
[There are many things he could say. He can't quite find the words yet though.]
You look beautiful.
[Something about the date sits oddly with him. It's past 25 years, and he feels like maybe something was always going to happen a year prior - and maybe he did, but he wasn't there to see it. In time, he supposes. His own.]
[But that's not the real focus of what she's saying, and he gives her another small smile. The real thing is that that marks two years since his departure. And there's such a sadness in that, a kind of tragedy, and it colours his voice even as it once again turns affectionate.]
[There are many things he could say. He can't quite find the words yet though.]
You look beautiful.
[Cherry comes to a stop a few feet away, back up on her haunches again as she tilts her head at Tulio. Well she would leave, but that's actually kindof the problem she's having right now...she doesn't venture closer, though, seeing how she's unintentionally scared this trainer and his Persian.
Jimmy trots up just a moment later, stopping to catch his breath with his hands on his knees.]
Oh, hey! Do you know what Route this is?
Jimmy trots up just a moment later, stopping to catch his breath with his hands on his knees.]
Oh, hey! Do you know what Route this is?
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