58. [Video/Action for Violet City]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather is sitting in the lobby of the Violet inn. This would not be too remarkable, except for the fact that there's a couple of gift-y looking boxes in front of her. She's staring at them with an expression that's a ... very weird combination of confused and... slightly unsettled.]

[Pretty much only the fact that one of them had Kaito's name on it was stopping her from throwing them away entirely. The one from flaming blanket man was even more baffling. Obviously neither of them were what made this weird in the slightest-- Kaito was one of her best friends for crying out loud, and the Proff' was probably the least threatening person she'd ever MET-- but mystery gifts held some unfortunate associations for Heather. ... But hey, even if they didn't, the boxes' existence left her with a resounding case of ".... HUH?"]

[Why were they here?]

[Was it some kind of silly prank?]

[Did they think it was her birthday?]

[WHAT WAS THIS.]

[She had to know, so ... when in doubt, turn to the network.]</sub>


So, uh....

_{[The camera's not showing the boxes (since she has no idea anyone else got any so she's not sure if she should show them or not.]}

Any of you guys get mail that-- ... uh...

_{[... And then her brows furrow.]}

... Wren-- Wren, cut that out.

<sub>[She gets up abruptly and the network'll get a glimpse of an obscenely fuzzy young Murkrow with an epic case of bed-head plumage sitting on top of one of the boxes and viciously fighting with a bit of ribbon before the feed cuts out.]


[Anyone walking around the inn will find Heather looking at the boxes with a mixture of trepidation and confusion.]</sub>





[TEXT TO KAITO]

Hey Kaito, uh

What's up with the boxes?

Comments

[Video]

[catsteward.livejournal.com]

[...for the way she's staring at the packages, one would think he'd mailed her the heads of all her beloved pokemon]

....it isn't going to explode, you know.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Let it be known that if he'd done that, she would never troll him again. But please don't do that.]

[When his face pops up on the screen, she actually jumps slightly, her expression unsure.]</sub>

I didn't think it would.

... But why'd you send it?

_{[SUSPICIOUS HEATHER IS SUSPICIOUS.]}

[Video]

[catsteward.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, he's the worst demon ever. At most he'd stand at a distance and glare at them menacingly.]

Why?

Because every time I turn around I'm being informed of YET ANOTHER holiday everyone else seems to have heard of except me. Things were much less complicated back home. Aside from birthdays we have ONE universally-recognized holiday at the end of each harvest year.

And apparently THIS holiday involves sending gifts out to everyone you know of the female persuasion or risk offending them deeply. [SNORT. If he still had his kitty ears, they'd be laid back in annoyance about now]

....don't read too far into it, I sent something to several people.

[HE IS NOT A CREEPER, OKAY]

[Video]

[foolishwren]

_{[... OH THANK GOD. She did not want another Stanley on her hands, cripes.]}

Wh-- seriously?!

Look, mister, I didn't even know this holiday existed before today!

I'm a bitch, I know, but I'm not gonna go all crazy on you for not giving me something for a holiday I don't even know about!

... 'Sides, I think you're only s'pposed to do it for girls who gave YOU something on Valentine's Day. Or something. Whatever. I don't even know.

Anyway.

... Thanks. I guess.

[Video]

[catsteward.livejournal.com]

Well *I* had no way of knowing that...!

If you were in my position and nearly every young lady you've spoken to would sooner string you up by your ears and leave you stranded than give you a simple time of day, perhaps YOU might feel compelled to send out peace offerings as well.

[HUFF! DRAMA! ....and then after a pause]

Is your friend doing better?

[Video]

[foolishwren]

_{[Huff all you want, Gaga. Heather doesn't mind. She's just relieved you're not a stalker.]}

Yeah, yeah, okay, fine...

_{[She heaves a sigh and runs her fingers through her hair. What a day.]}

He's... yeah, he woke up like... couple weeks ago. Fit as a fiddle. _{[Thankfully...]}