044. [Video/Action for Goldenrod]

[foolishwren]

_{[Like so many transmissions today, this one opens up with the camera aimed straight up at the velvety-gray sky, with dry little flakes of snow drifting down. It also cuts in about halfway through a sentence--]}

--ime to get some winter gear... Hey, network. Please enjoy five minutes of my dog being a spaz.

_{[It swivels down to focus on the plaza-- looks like Heather's walking back to the hotel from work and is finally getting a chance to enjoy the flurries (though she's c-c-c-cold. The whole sleeveless routine won't work for too much longer...). The flagstones are dusted with snow, and-- ... as promised, Cujo is being a spaz.]}

[The orange-colored pup is lying on his side in the snow and just sort of... wriggling in place, snorfling around in the MAGICAL WHITE STUFF THAT IS FALLING FROM THE SKY. After a few seconds or two he suddenly surges upright, butt in the air and ears standing straight up. He stares, glassy-eyed, at the camera for a few seconds, and then lets out an explosive snort and goes tearing off in a random direction.]

['Zilla the toddler Totodile appears on the screen then, slipping and sliding after him through the snow at a laughably slower pace-- changing direction a few times as Cujo goes rocketing past in the opposite direction. Eventually he gives up and comes waddling back to Heather with a frustrated gargle. She laughs.]

Maybe when you get longer legs, buddy-- hey, let's see how Arty likes the snow. Ya like the snow, Arty?

_{[The camera turns and shows... well, this.]}

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

.... I think she likes it.

Comments

[justicereigns]

That thing looks about to cry.

Or keel over and die from cold.

[foolishwren]

She's just a drama queen.

Her fur is thicker than her body.

[justicereigns]

[Snickers slightly.]

It certainly does look that way.

You're not too cold out there are you?

[foolishwren]

Me? I'm too hardcore to be cold.

_{[... says the girl who will soon have to give up her sleeveless lifestyle in favor of a winter coat.]}

[justicereigns]

Hah. Likewise.

[He's still stubbornly refusing to zip up the jacket, but he'll definitely be forced to soon without his devil fruit for added weather protection.]

[foolishwren]

So.

What've you been up to, then?


_{[A beat.]}

Spreading justice around Johto?

[justicereigns]

[Grunts.]

Striving for it. I'd be tempted to actually leave the brat here on his own, but...

[foolishwren]

Brat?

[justicereigns]

Straw-Hat. I never thought he'd move so slowly. In our world he races ahead setting events in motion long before someone could try to catch up.

Tch, still... he's my responsibility nonetheless.