98. [Action for Saffron City, backdated to Friday]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's funny, because these sorts of weekends have come to be ones that Heather dreads, clear memories or no. She doesn't remember much of them when they roll around, but she remembers enough, and usually what she remembers is bad.]

[So yeah, she's sort of been walking on eggshells, waiting for this to happen.]

[BUT... between all the craziness going down throughout November... bundling over to Kanto with the rest of her family to cheer Crow on during the Tournament, spending Thanksgiving in the packed-to-bursting household of a grumpy FBI agent and the enormously large family unit he seems to have somehow gathered (despite... being himself) ...]

[It drives weird dreamy weekends filled with amnesia and horror and the Koolaid Man bursting through the wall out of the mind, a little!]

[.... Which is why, yeah, uh, she's out taking Cooj for a nighttime walk on Friday night, and doesn't quite notice anything's up yet.]

[Or the pink bunny following her around.]</sub>





[OOC: Tags may be horrendously slow due to NaNo, but I had to hiatus-break at least a LITTLE for 4th Wall! Robbie the Rabbit will be lingering in the background of any given thread, but feel free to throw anything at Heather and not bother with the spooky pink bunny chillin over there.]

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[goodlording]

[Okay, not a tiger.

Still kind of terrifying, though. Nothing says "HEY, YOU SHOULD RUN" like a tigerdog-shaped beast barreling toward you. Giles blinks, then spins on his heel and starts running.

Probably a bad idea, now that he thinks about it, but. OH WELL.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Oh dear.]

[This could be a problem. See, the one thing that eggs dogs on more than anything else... is turning things into a game of chase! Because OH BOY! That means it's time to PLAY!]

[Chuffing, Cujo promptly SPEEEDS UP, catching up with the Watcher easily despite his evident girth (Heather really feeds him too much) and jogging alongside him with the trademark jovial look of happy canine idiocy on his face.]

[Meanwhile, his trainer is running somewhere back further down the sidewalk, waving her arms futilely.]</sub>

SORRY!

I'M SORRY!