foolishwren | 104. [Video]

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104. [Video]

_{[As is fairly regular with Heather, who never really plans AHEAD when she turns her feed on, the video opens with a brief glimpse at something entirely-unrelated!]

[Two large Houndooms, one bare-necked and the other wearing a large, studded leather collar-- are at play in a sunny patch of park. Or more accurately, the big collar-wearing one is TRYING to get the other to play, in a show of big-dog posturing, and the uncollared one is sort of just mild-manneredly humoring him.]

[Right before the camera shifts, though, a blur of blue and yellow barrels into the larger of the two hellhounds and the one-sided playtime promptly becomes an enthusiastic wrestling match between Tricia (the Manectric recently inherited from Cooper) and Huan (the Houndoom even more recently inherited from Otacon).]

[But then it's Heather's face dominating the screen, because she apparently has other things in mind than just showing the network a bunch of dogs running around the park.]}

Hey.

So.

If there's anyone around who knows much about horses... riding horses, specifically...

I'm looking to learn. Any advice's appreciated. Thanks in advance.

_{[... Well that was unusually businesslike and to the point. ... For someone like Heather, anyway. There's not much humor in the usually-goofy girl's voice today.]

[Before she can flick the 'Gear off, there's a commotion offscreen and she looks off in the direction of the noise, clearly exasperated.]}

... TCH, god dammit Cujo.

_{[The view shifts as she gets up and it becomes apparent that Cujo the Hulking Behemoth of a Growlithe (tm) had decided to join the fray and promptly plowed straight OVER at least two of the participants, who are now chasing after him in a big herd of barking chaos across the park. OH THOSE CRAZY DOGES.]

[End feed.]}

[PRIVATE MESSAGE TO JEANE]

HEY. How did you do that shit at the party?

_{[... well wtf is that supposed to mean, Heather. Clarification is apparently not going to be provided until she gets a reply.]}

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[... :Ia OKAY THEN. Crow settles himself comfortably on his bed and leans against the wall.]

I'll take my chances.

[He likes to live dangerously.]

_{[SUIT YOURSELF, BUDDY.]

[Perhaps a minute and a half later (so not actually 30 seconds)... the door bursts open.]}

GET HIM!

_{[... and then there are two Houndooms, a Manectric, and one very large Growlithe barrelling towards the bed with the intent of quite literally dogpiling him.]}

[Hearing the door open, the duelist leans forward a bit to greet his (very pissed off by now, he imagines) friend.]

What took you so lo--

[The last word never makes it through his lips, as the sight of the upcoming DOGMAGEDON causes Crow to freeze, the cheerful grin disappearing from his face in an instant. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to protest, but all he manages is a muffled shriek as he gets buried under the dog Pokémon.

...

No fair.]

_{[Heather watches as her friend literally disappears under a mass of squirming, oversized, and lick-happy canines.]

[Is she smirking, folding her arms, and leaning on the doorframe as she does this?]

[Yes. Yes she is.]}

[For a moment, there's nothing but a lot of flailing, barking, yelping and Crow struggling not to get crushed by the Pokémon piling on him. Finally, he manages to form one (somewhat) proper sentence:]

TAKE THEM OFF, DAMMIT!

[Preferably before he gets his face licked off.]

I dunno, I think maybe you should take it back.

_{[At least he's in no danger of hitting his head on something hard. Just in danger of suffocation via dog.]

[Cujo in particular is slobbering on his face with great gusto.]}

[Maybe so, but blunt trauma might be a faster (and more humane) way of going than slowly running out of air while being crushed by a bunch of dog monsters 8(]

Take WHAT back? I never said anything that wasn't--

[Wait a second, he can't really talk with a giant tongue in his face EWW CUJO STOP THAT]

... true.

Keep diggin' yourself deeper, then.

_{[SHE AIN'T LIFTIN' A FINGER TO HELP YOU, SON.]

[Huan, the larger of the two Houndooms, has begun to "ferociously" yank the sock off of one of Crow's feet, shaking it around like a dead animal.]}

[... Oh, for the love of-- OKAY. A true duelist needs to know when to admit defeat... And having paws all over you is probably one of those moments.]

FINE! You win! I-- OW! [That would be a sound of a dog chewing on his hair.] I take it back!

_{[She laughs, then finally heads over to forcibly pull the dogs off of her friend. They come more or less willingly, although Huan doesn't seem to want to let go of that sock. He hops down off the bed and trots towards the hallway with it, still shaking it.]}

All right.

You're forgiven.

[Despite being freed at last, Crow remains motionless, still sprawled on his bed; everything about him, from hair to clothing, is a complete mess, courtesy of Cujo & co. After a short moment, he turns his head and shoots Heather a glare.]

... You're a horrible human being.

[Boo. :c]

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm a monster.

_{[She extends a hand to help him off the bed, smirking.]}

Feel like going for that ice cream? I'll buy my own if you can't bring yourself to forgive me.

[Crow grabs her hand and hauls himself back up, his eyes brightening quickly at the suggestion.]

Nah, a promise's a promise, so it's on me this time. [A duelist never goes back on his word etc.] I'll just have to get even some other time.

[Consider this a warning. YOU DO NOT KNOW THE DAY NOR THE HOUR.]

You'll have to give me five minutes, though. I need a shower.

[He doesn't feel like going out with FUR AND DROOL EVERYWHERE.]

... Also, you might wanna catch that thief before I get my hands on him.

[The duelist points to the Houndoom, though despite his best attempt to sound threatening, he still comes off rather amused.]

_{[OH PSH LIKE U'D EVEN HAVE THE NERVE]

[But no, she'll be sleeping with one eye open from now on, obviously.]}

Sure, I can wait.

I'll try to get your sock back.

... Key word being try.

Huan's level 100 and I don't technically have enough badges for him to listen to me yet.

_{[Yelling 'GET HIM!' had mainly been for effect. The riled-up dogs had been all set to mob Crow without Heather's help.]}

[Hey, she started it. Don't blame him if one day there's pink dye in her shampoo...

Crow gives her a look that can only be interpreted as "Do you even EV train?" (or something among those lines), then grabs a PokéBall from the table next to the bed and tosses it to Heather on his way to the bathroom.]

If you've got problems, get Breeze to help you.

[Knowing how tame the Swanna is, he has no doubt she'll be willing to help out despite being level 100 and under the command of a different trainer.]

_{[AS A MATTER OF FACT, SHE DOESN'T. She probably doesn't even know what EVs are. Aside from some company with an Eevee as a mascot, maybe.]

[She catches the ball.]}

A'ight, will do.

Go be clean.

Yeah, yeah.

[With a small wave, he disappears behind the bathroom's door.

He emerges again about six minutes later, looking much more orderly (or, you know, as orderly as his hair can get, anyway) and wearing a new pair of socks, since he's not hoping to use the stolen one anytime soon, even if he gets it back.]

So, how did it go?

_{[AAAAND she's waiting by the door, the pitiful chewed sock held delicately between two fingers. The big dobermanlike Pokemon is sitting in front of her, staring at it with that intensity that only a dog looking at someone holding onto a treat or toy can get.]

[The OTHER Houndoom-- the one she inherited from Vincent the previous year-- looks on somewhat disdainfully.]}

Well, there's a big hole in it, but knowing you, I dunno if it was there before Huan got it or not.

[He... expected something like this, yes, hence the limited surprise on his part. The duelist just grabs the sock from her, raising an eyebrow more at what the said rather than the state of his (... former?) piece of clothing.]

"Knowing me"? Oi, what's that supposed to mean?

C'mon, Crow, you showed up in jeans to a prom.

What do you THINK it means?

_{[SHE DOESN'T TRUST YOU NOT TO KEEP YOUR CLOTHES FULL OF HOLES, CROW. Not that she's much of an example herself, given that most of her own jeans have busted knees by now.]}

Now c'mon, daylight's a-wastin'.

[Well technically, it means he's too much of a cheapskate to buy clothes just for the sake of some party. Nothing more, nothing less.

Crow folds his arms, letting out a huff.]

I'll have you know I keep my wardrobe in perfect condition.

[... "Perfect" being mostly "usable", but he knows better than to leave any holes in clothes unattended; after all, it could lead to them getting all torn up and that would mean having to buy new ones. It's not something he can afford back home, and even though he could now... Old habits die hard. Can't expect him to waste money like that, can you?

Still, he tosses the sock back on the bed and starts walking down the corridor. Time is money and such.]

_{[DETAILS, DETAILS.]}

Ahuh, sure.

_{[But she returns Huan to his Pokeball (before he can lunge after the sock, which he almost certainly would have done) and heads after Crow, hands in pockets.]}

[That doesn't sound like he convinced her, so he throws Heather a slightly offended look over his shoulder.]

Ever heard that you shouldn't judge a person by the looks?

You of all the people should know that.

_{[She just smirks at him broadly.]}

Hey, I've long since accepted that everyone I meet'll think I'm some kinda troublemaker.

_{[THEY HAPPEN TO BE RIGHT. c:]}

Seriously?

[He eyes her for a moment with a thoughtful expression.]

... You don't look that much like a troublemaker to me.

[That could be because of different standards, though. After all, he can't see a single marker on her.]

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