foolishwren | 97. [Action for Goldenrod/Private Text]

[Locked to Ironhide, Minnie Mouse, Otacon, and Dale Cooper]

I don't know if it'll fix anything at this point, because I said some pretty horrendous things to all of you, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry.

I'll understand if you're still mad. None of you need to reply to this.

[Action for Goldenrod]

_{[It's probably not surprising that there's been radio silence from Heather on the 'Gear for awhile, considering... well, everything. Even if she hadn't had her 'Gear confiscated as part of the 'grounding', she hadn't exactly been in a chatty mood.]

[But even if she's bound to the city, she's not bound to the hotel room, and considering that she's sort of in the doghouse at the moment, she's not too interested in staying cooped up with the people who are rightfully upset with her.]

[So she can be found wandering the streets of Goldenrod City with Cujo padding along at her side, window-shopping or occasionally lounging on a bench-- minus the firepowers that blew the metaphorical Diglett-hole into a volcanic mountain a few weeks ago, but unfortunately still with the unattractive aftereffects of the whole ordeal: smoky black hair, patches of scorched-looking skin, and a permanent burnt-toast smell following her around.]}

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Well, to be fair, I've got enough stories to last me a lifetime already.

I can always read when we stop in towns, I guess.

I had almost forgotten about libraries. How long are you going to be in Goldenrod?

_{[She shrugs, shoving her hands in her pockets and striding down the aisle a little bit.]}

God only knows.

... I'm not the one making the travel decisions anymore. S'up to Dad.

_{[... Or... well. Crow and Kaito could move on if they wanted to, she supposes.]}

_{[Jack doesn't push the subject further. He had almost forgotten that his friend was still in trouble.]}

Say...what about a pokemon battle some day while you're in town?

A battle... haven't had one of those in awhile.

_{[Not counting the encounter with Claudia... Heather's just sort of been trying not to think about that.]}

I'd like that.

It's on then. I'll be happy to wipe the floor with you.

_{[He breaks into a broad, dangerous grin. Of course his mons aren't as high level as Heather's, but what's a little friendly trash talking?]}

_{[Heather's good at that. Even if her returning smile isn't as cocky and wolfish as it would have been normally, she obviously appreciates the competitive remarks.]}

Really? Out of the two of us, m'pretty sure you're the one more suited to be a mop.

_{[Seriously Jack where did you get that ponytail. Why.]}

Oh, what's that supposed to mean?

_{[He looms over her a little bit.]}

_{[SHE'S NOT AFRAID OF YOU, JACK. You're shorter than a Closer. And she also had a T-shirt with you on it once when she was like five.]}

My hair doesn't have any holding power. There's just not enough of it.

YOU, on the other hand...

_{[.... 8I; OH THAT.]

[He stands straight again and laughs. She had a point there.]}

I'll have to use you as a feather duster instead, then.

Pff. _{[She puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head fondly.]} Like you could pick me up, you bag of bones.

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