foolishwren | 77. [Video/Action]

_{[It always seems like autumn in the woodland town of Ecruteak. But when it's actually autumn, the colors are mind-blowing.]

[Heather might not be one of those 'let's walk quietly in nature and be alone with our thoughts' types, but she can appreciate the beauty of the world when she sees it! Which is why, accompanied by a small chorus of footsteps as she and the rest of the gang tromp into Ecruteak City, she's got the 'Gear out and is pointing it around at the explosion of color decorating the trees.]}

Man, why did we skip this place again? It's friggin' gorgeous. Reminds me of home!

_{[New England autumns were one thing she had sort of missed since coming here. There weren't many of those]

[As the quaint buildings start coming into view, though, the 'Gear spins as she turns to the rest of the group-- her father, Henry, and the terrible trio of Kaito, Crow, and Aoko. ... Along with, of course, the Pokemon ambling alongside them all (or being carried).]}

Hey, I dunno if you guys wanna go on to the inn or whatever, but I'm gonna make a quick stop at the Mart, okay? If you don't wanna come in with me, I can catch up with ya later. _{[Doop doop gotta restock on sun lotion. :I]

[She heads into the store, greeted by the swish of the doorway and a burst of air-conditioning-- summer's still clinging on enough to make the sunny day hot, even in September. A couple of minutes of browsing later (a nice shady inn room and a nap sound awesome right now, so she's not exactly into lingering), she approaches the counter with her purchase (and a little bottle of Aprijuice for Godzilla because he had tugged on her shirt and looked pitiful when they passed the display) and puts them down, digging in her bag and speaking to the cashier a little distractedly.]}

Hey, could you feed the receipt into my 'Gear so I can keep track? Thanks.

_{[She sort of forgot the camera was on, apparently-- but the cashier takes the 'Gear and does so, before pausing and blinking down at the screen.]}

... Oh! Your name's Heather Mason?

_{[... Buh?]}

Uh... yeah. Why?

_{[Is it bad that her first thought is that this guy is like the Jennies from Violet and actually remembers that time a warrant for arrest went out with her name on it? But he doesn't seem accusatory-- instead, he's propping the 'Gear on the counter and bending down to get something from under the register.]}

We received a package with your name on it a little while ago and we've been holding onto it. Here.

_{[He passes over a slender box, with a few stickers and stamps on it-- looks like it's been sent around a few different places before it finally found her. Looking confused, Heather takes it, looking down at it with furrowed brows.]}

... There's no sender name on it?

_{[The cashier shrugs, making a baffled 'iunno' noise.]

[Heather glances downwards at the two Pokemon who had come with her into the shop, who look just as baffled as she does. ... Well, Arty kind of looks... angrily baffled, but there you go. Then, shrugging, she slips the top off the box and pulls out its contents.]}

_{[Two Pokeballs ... and a worn-out old cloth green headband.]

[Heather's heart sinks immediately. She knows exactly who this package is from...]

[A few minutes later, she emerges from the shop, the bandanna carefully folded back into the box and put in her bag for safekeeping, but the Pokeballs are still in her hand. Stopping once she's out in the sunlight, she puts her bag down and looks at the balls contemplatively for a moment or so, before turning her head to look at the autumn foliage again.]}

... I'll take care of 'em, Dave.

_{[... Wow okay, mumbling to thin air like he could hear her. That was dumb. ... But it made her feel a little better, anyway.]

[Rolling her shoulders, she puts a grin on her face and tosses the Pokeballs into the air, releasing their residents in the usual bright flash of light. Even if Snake was gone... it's good to see them again.]

[She raises her arms to meet the joyful trills of the larger of the two, and as she does so, looks over her shoulder and hollers--]}

HEY, DAD! Wanna see what Lisa's gonna look like when she's all grown up?

_{[ooc: Responses will come shortly, gonna go get somethin to eat B). Action for anyone in Ecruteak!]}

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_{[DB NO. NO HENRY DOESN'T NEED CUDDLES. The photographer covers his head with his arms.]}

Heather it is looking at me.

Wh-- Henry.

_{[Dude, was he seriously hiding behind his arms? She knows he's not an owl fan, but COME ON!]}

Dude, she's not gonna bite you. Relax!

_{[She does take hold of Sunny's fluffy feet, though. In the event that she DOES decide to try and cuddle him, Heather would rather she not get the same treatment as Walter Owl.]}

_{[EYES. EYES, HEATHER. HENRY LOVED HAVING EYES. BOTH OF THEM.]

[It wasn't lost on him that he prooobably looked kind of silly. He dropped his arms and gave Sunny a look. YOU-- YOU BETTER NOT TRY ANYTHING, BIRD. I'M A POWER RANGER.]}

Where'd...she come from?

_{[SHE'S SMART ENOUGH TO RECOGNIZE SIGNS OF 'DO NOT WANT' WHEN SHE SEES THEM. As it is, now she's giving the scruffy photographer a slightly puzzled look.]}

She belonged to a friend of mine... he left her to me when he went home. ... I guess.

She's real friendly.

Seriously, I promise she won't hurt you.

_{[Henry eyes Heather a little longer before slowly inching towards them and holding out a hand. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it once it made contact but...he'd figure that out. HE SWEARS, HEATHER, IF SHE TAKES HIS FINGER OFF---]}

_{[NO WORRIES HENRY.]

[As he inches over, Heather goes ahead and stretches her arms out so that Sunny can meet his hand halfway. She in turn stretches her NECK out in the process-- but fortunately the photographer's fingers will encounter fluff and not PAIN.]

[c: HELLO.]}

_{[Henry tries to process the fact that he is holding a smiling marshmallow the size of a hang-glider and IT LOVES HIM.]

[ :| ....hello, bird.]}

Um. Hi.

_{[Please don't eat my eyes. HOW WAS THIS BIRD NOT TIPPING HIM OVER. WHAT ARE PHYSICS.]}

_{_{I'm Henry.}}

_{[Yes. Yes it is.]

[She IS incredibly light for her size, but he's also beating her wings lightly to take some of the weight off of Henry's arms. That's pretty much the only reason she's not making him crash over sideways.]

[BUT ENOUGH PHYSICS MUSING. IT IS TIME FOR CUDDLES. Because you look all scruffy and pitiful and unloved and pfff baby just come here. :<]

[She leans in and just sort of... RESTS ALL OF HER FLUFF AGAINST HENRY'S FACE. ... And chest. And a lot of him. Because she is gigantic.]}

_{[AND THEN HENRY WAS COVERED IN FLOOF.]

[He didn't...move just a whole lot. Then, he snorted.]}

_{_Aheh aha ha ha!}

_{[There were feathers up his nose.]}

_{[... Oh. Oh wow. Henry was laughing! Heather doesn't hear that too often. At least not when badly-animated stoner cartoons about Voltorbs aren't playing on the television.]

[She just stuffs her hands into her pockets and grins.]

[Sunny is content to just continue engulfing him in fluff because clearly he is a neglected bb and he needs to be taken care of. :>]}

_{[His awkward, huffing laughs grow until they're honest-to-God giggles. OH GOD IT'S SO FLUFFY WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS NEW PLANE OF EXISTENCE. THERE IS ONLY SUNNY. USUALLY HE HAD TO BE STONED TO BE THIS GIDDY.]}

He-Heather!

_{[He gave a little flail with the arm that didn't have a giant bird on it.]}

_{[SHHHH, ONLY SUNNY NOW.]

[As a bringer of joy, it stands to reason that Henry's laughter, awkward as they are, is a sign to Sunny that she is DOIN IT RITE. And as such, she happily just sort of spreads her giant hang-glider wings around him slightly in an OWL HUG. (except she doesn't fall asleep because that really WOULD make Henry tip over.]

[Heather just GRINS.]}

Toldja she wouldn't hurt you.

Yeah... _{[He'd been paranoid suspicious at first...but Heather knew her stuff. She hadn't gotten him maimed yet!]}

...I'm getting a bird hug.

_{[She wouldn't let him get maimed! ... At least not on purpose.]}

Awww, she likes you!

_{[Henry you are now her bb. No arguments.]}

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