91. [Video/Action for Cianwood City]

[foolishwren]

Okay-- OKAY, OKAY, hang on, I got it!

All right, get back.

<sub>[The sound of big reptilian feet plodding backwards through wet sand can be heard as the camera shows a wobbly view of.... Sunny the Togekiss standing on an appropriately sunny Cianwood beach. The water's lapping at the shore, the sky is bright blue, it's totally beautiful.]

[A PERFECT day to test out the new, hard-earned skill gotten from beating Chuck in a furious fist-fight (and some obligatory after-battle arm-wrestling): Fly.]

[Perched precariously on the back of the big white marshmallow-bird is Heather, kneeling and holding onto the thick white plumage with both hands. She's got a determined expression.]</sub>

Okay. Let's give it a try. I-- no, Dad, it's gonna be FINE, that's why I'm practicing on the BEACH, remember? Sand is soft!

OKAY.

Ready, girl?

Let's-- oh shit aw HELL--

<sub>[With some gentle but powerful WHOMPS, the Togekiss had begun to serenely flap its pillowy wings and take off. ... Without Heather, because Heather has no idea how the hell to ride a flying thing and was promptly jostled off by the wing motion.]

[Touching down again, Sunny trills and lovingly sits upon the face-down Heather like any caring bird mother might with a stupid bird baby that crash-landed after trying to fly.]</sub>

... Okay.

This could take a little practice.

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[metatrolled]

[He really had little better to do than watch from afar for a while, the sight entertaining him more than you could imagine.

And now he stood by a tree, the usual smirk and raised brow.]

You look like you had fun...

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[GOD VINCENT YOU'RE SUCH A STALKER.]

[Heather almost doesn't notice him as she passes by with her shoes in her hands, heading for where the sand elevates into wooden steps back up to the streets, and might not have at all if he hadn't spoken.]</sub>

... Ugh, don't you have anything better to do than to creep on us?

_{[It's spoken with exasperation-- although the levels of venom usually present are a little lower than normal. Ever since they had that conversation following Claudia's disappearance... well, she still doesn't consider him a friend, or even honestly like him all that much, but there's a certain understanding at least.]}

[metatrolled]

Why don't you name me one? I'll tell you if it's better... [Because funnily enough, he doesn't yet, no.

That conversation did help a little. He has a tad more respect for Heather, and a little less fear of her ungodly anger and fist.]

[foolishwren]

_{[More respect is good! She's not sure that not being feared as much is good though. Hmmm.]}

Uh, like 'get a life'?

You're on a BEACH. Go swimming or buy one of those stupid ice cream cones that looks like a Pikachu from the truck in the parking lot or something.

[metatrolled]

I've already been relaxing... [When does he not relax? He avoids all work at no costs.]

[foolishwren]

Relaxation does not equal a life.

[metatrolled]

Oh? Tell me, Heather... What equals a life?

[foolishwren]

Having hobbies besides stalking people, for one.

[metatrolled]

Oh, but I do... [He is his own hobby. He takes care of himself, yep. Also does being stabbed in the back class as a hobby? What about stealing? Exploiting in general is one, right?]

It seems we both see life in a different light?

[foolishwren]

Yeah, and yours is a dim bulb with a bunch of moths bonking into it.

[metatrolled]

Then I'd say you're looking at it wrong.

[foolishwren]

Then how should I look at it?

Enlighten me.

_{[Heather you are going to hell.]}