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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_{[That gets a snort.]}

I've been drinking coffee for years.

Anyway, I don't think I'm gonna get any taller than this.

Well, there's your problem right there.

_{[When the book shop presents itself, he holds the door open for her because he's a gentleman, damn it.]}

If you stopped, I bet you'd spring up like a weed.

_{[She turns as she goes in, stepping over the threshold backwards so that she can make a face up at him in the process.]}

Har, har. You're hilarious.

_{[Jack grins so broadly his face threatens to split in two.]}

I'm so glad you still find me humerus.

--oh my god, don't even start.

_{[She drags her hands down her face, groaning.]}

Oh, what's a little ribbing between friends?

You bonehead...

_{[It's a little weak, but hey, she's had a rough month.]}

That's more like it!

_{[He lets the door fall shut behind them and makes his way to the horror section in well-rehearsed steps.]}

Suppose they've gotten anything new in?

_{[She trails behind him, her hands in her pockets. She'd returned Cujo to his Pokeball some time ago-- the last thing she needs in a bookstore is a rampaging Growlithe trying to bring her any object he can drag off the lower shelves.]}

Dunno... I'll be honest, I haven't really checked out books too much since coming here, unless they were gifts for somebody...

Living on the move isn't really conducive to carrying a lot of stuff around with you.

_{[Oh, right, people actually MOVED AROUND didn't they? He hadn't gotten the wandering itch since arriving in town. He'd almost forgotten the hardships of the road. But not the ledges.]}

It's a shame books aren't smaller. Or at least lighter.

_{[He taps the thick spine of an encyclopedia on Flying Type pokemon.]}

Yeah. I mean, I guess I could rock the E-book thing, but it's not the same as holding the real thing.

Plus Dad'd get all frowny-face at me, 'cause he's one of those bibliophiles.

_{[She trails her finger along one of the shelves but doesn't take any of the books out.]}

_{[He propped himself on the shelf with one elbow and put his fist on his hip.]}

I'm all for preserving the old way of life, but a girl needs her stories.

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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