88. [Video]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[There was a bit of radio silence on Heather's part for awhile there... but here comes a video post! Because... yeah, uh. Probably a good idea to show everybody she's not DEAD.]

[The girl on the screen looks exhausted. The baggy shadows under her eyes never really seem to go away entirely, but they'd at least gone tame for awhile. Now they're back full force. It seems excessive, maybe, getting so broken-up for days over losing one person, even if that person was her best friend. ... But as she'd found out, he hadn't been the only one she'd lost that day. And she's not totally sure how she feels about it. ... About them both. Just that she's tired. BUT AT LEAST SHE'S NOT PUNCHING ANYTHING, RIGHT?]

[She seems to be leaning on (or... INTO. It's very... voluminous) a sort of... soft white MASS of some sort-- whose identity is revealed when a sharp hooked beak (that is... mostly obscured by fluffy white down) descends into the frame and starts to groom Heather's rat's-nest hair with a quiet twitter. Sunny makes the best pillow.]

[Heather doesn't waste any time before cutting right to the chase, speaking with a bored drawl (that's partially to justify how croaky her voice is-- SCREW EVERYTHING she's a bored teenager she doesn't need to sound nice!).]</sub>

Right, so.

Gonna beat Morty soon and then get outta this town. Nothin' left to do here, really.

So, uh.

We can either head over to Cianwood and see about getting Fly. ... Not that I have anything big enough to fly on, but. Y'know. For the heck of it.

OR we could head over to Mahogany. Which is... well, closer I guess.

So... I dunno. Thoughts? Anyone? Bueller?

Comments

[video]

[ripped]

[...damn, Heather.]

The hell happened to you?

[video]

[foolishwren]

_{[She doesn't really have the energy to make it sound particularly genuine, but for the sake of indirectly implying that she's all right, her response is a little snarky.]}

I was up all night fighting bears.

[video]

[ripped]

Looks like the bears won. [Indirect statement acknowledged! He won't pry.] Maybe the beach'd do you some good.

[video]

[foolishwren]

_{[Good man.]}

Well, they got a few good hits in, I'll say that much.

_{[She scrubs the hair out of her face with a sigh.]}

I guess it would... not really beach weather, though. Y'know?

[video]

[ripped]

[He's learning.]

Yeah, but ocean air's good for ya. Clears your head.

[video]

[foolishwren]

I guess so.

... I'd sorta rather go there than east, anyway.

_{[She'd liked being near the beach when she was in Olivine.]}

[video]

[ripped]

Then why ask?

[video]

[foolishwren]

I dunno.

Just thinking out loud, I guess.

[video]

[ripped]

[Is that social-issues-speak for 'I needed to hear a human voice', Heather?]

Fair enough. I hear flying's pretty convenient for getting around.

[video]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... maybe.]

[She'd sort of... cut herself off for a little while there, after all.]</sub>

Yeah.

Sure will be weird to get used to after hoofing it everywhere, though.

[video]

[ripped]

Don't get too lazy.

[video]

[foolishwren]

Pfff. Me? Lazy?

As if.

<sub>[... She says, as she half-sinks into a chair of living white feathers.]

[Actually 'lazy' pretty much sums up what she's been doing the past few days. Which is just lying around.]</sub>

[video]

[ripped]

That's believable.

[In a tone of voice that definitely implies the opposite.]

[video]

[foolishwren]

Hey, don't you judge me!

I was up all night fighting bears, remember?

I burnt off so many calories I have to get some back before I can do anything else. Like a tiger.

_{[Actually she has no fucking idea what tigers do but screw the police it sounds legit to her.]}

[video]

[ripped]

Sorry. I'm judging you right now. [Looking pointedly at her.]

You gotta brush up on your bear fighting skills, is what I'm saying.