Klapa Snel Hest

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Who: Klavier Gavin and Ramona Flowers
Where: Violet City/Sprout Tower
When: October 9th
Summary: Ramona and Klavier tackle Sprout Tower, amongst other things
Rating: PG for now.

Klavier waited outside the Pokémart for Ramona to finish her shift--they'd agreed upon this time and date, but he was half an hour early, at the vert least. There was a reason for this. Once his shift at the Pokécentre was over, Klavier hadn't anywhere else to be. Showing up early was just as tedious as staying in his room, and at least with the former he had the chance to people watch... and a small, small chance of her leaving early. (Not that he encouraged that. In fact, he would have been pretty irritated if she had.)

Still, there was little to do, so he leaned against the wall, his thumbs hooked into his pockets as he hummed, tapping idly the drumbeat to Atroquinine, My Love against his hip.

There had to be something more than this.

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It took a while longer than expected; Ramona had to stay a little late and help a co-worker with some last-minute unpacking. She wouldn't get paid for it, but she was beginning to get used to working and felt like helping out since the others were in the same situation she was.

She came out of the PokéMart, already prepared to go explore the city (and more importantly, Sprout Tower), and was almost surprised to see Klavier waiting for her - until she realized she was ten minutes late. Though she didn't see the need to worry about it that much, she remembered that he had nothing left to do when his PokéCenter shift was over.

"Sorry about that." She walked over to him. "We got in a late package and it was getting pretty busy, so I unpacked it for them. Ready to go, dude?"

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"Aber immer." He grinned, a cocky, almost smug sort of smile as he pushed up off the wall, brushing off his pants and coat. He was only glad he'd chosen rugged army boots instead of styled leather like... ach. Hmmm. He pushed the thought aside.

"It's no real problem--I do believe we agreed on 'approximately' this hour, ja? I had a pretty good beat going--I should be so lucky as to have music in my head while waiting for a pretty Fräulein more often." The ribbing aside, the wait actually hadn't been too bad; certainly no worse than the wait outside the office to speak with the Chief Prosecutor, at any rate.

And he was more than passingly curious to see what exactly it was that Ramona had in mind.