foolishwren | 104. [Video]

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Current Location: Saffron City

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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_{[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.]

_{[Well, that could be because Heather's homeworld government isn't psychotic.]}

No?

Then what's your impression of me?

[A very apt observation.]

Hmm, let's see...

[He stops by the hotel's exit and opens the door, but doesn't step through just yet; instead, he gives her a long stare. Finally, he snaps his fingers with a bright smile.]

... A damsel in distress?

[Without waiting for a response, he leaps outside. Something tells him staying within Heather's reach would be a BAD idea.]

_{[... A VERY WISE ACTION.]

[Because she hardly even stops to be flabbergasted before charging after him, arms outstretched.]}

YOU'D BETTER RUN, CARROT-TOP!

[Oh, he has every intention to run, especially since it appears his life might depend on it.

Still, he finds time to throw his head back with a laugh.]

That's one of the things I do best!

[Years of practice.]

GOOD!

_{[If she stopped to actually think about it, she'd send out one of her faster Pokemon to try and run him down... but THERE IS ONLY THE MOMENT AND HEATHER LIVES IN THE MOMENT so she just hauls ass after him herself.]}

'CAUSE IF I GET YOU I'M GONNA WRING YOUR NECK!

[But letting a Pokémon do the job wouldn't be as satisfying as personally getting her hands on him, would it? ... At least he's hoping she feels that way.]

You'd have to catch me first!

[With that said, Crow picks up the pace and sprints down the pathway, getting weird looks from people around.]

_{[No. No it wouldn't. :c Although watching him get trampled by her dogs was pretty entertaining, admittedly.]}

OH I WILL!

_{[Of course, Heather's better at running FROM things than she is at running them down, so she just sprints after him wildly.]}

[Speak for yourself. >:I

Likewise, running from things is Crow's speciality, but even he can't run around the city forever and he's aware of that. However, he has a specific goal in mind, and it doesn't take too long until he reaches a small cafe and bursts inside, only stopping at the counter and scaring the crap out of the waiter standing there in the process.]

In about twenty seconds there's gonna be a girl trying to strangle me here, so if you could get us two parfaits by then, that'd be great!

[... The man's expression suggests that he does not consider Crow to be completely sane.]

_{[... Twenty seconds is a little short notice to whip two parfaits up, but THE GUY CAN TRY ANYWAY.]

[Because, yes, about twenty seconds later, Heather comes busting through the door and immediately attempts to put Crow into a noogie-delivering headlock.]

[Therefore, you know, cementing their lack of sanity in the eyes of the poor waiter.]}

[Apparently, the cafe got an award for the best consumer service last year; now's the time to prove their worth.

Once Heather catches up, Crow sees little point in trying to resist the punishment -- it was something to be expected, and he guesses he deserves it, though it doesn't stop him from laughing about it. At which point the man at the counter starts feeling seriously uncomfortable about the situation.

Even so, the waiter summons all his courage and starts mumbling something about "refraining from such actions in the local" -- which is funny because it suggests it's okay to strangle people outside -- as well as "scaring the guests" -- which also isn't accurate, since Crow and Heather are technically guests, too.

Or will be.

Eventually.]

_{[GODDAMN HOOLIGANS.]

[When the poor waiter returns to mutter his subtle 'PLEASE GO AWAY's at them, Heather's already tugged Crow's headband down over his eyes and LITERALLY HAS HER FINGER IN HER MOUTH in preparation to shove it into his ear and give him a wet willy-- but fortunately, yeah.]

[PARFAITS.]}

.... Uh.... to go, please?

[Crow manages to pull his headband up a bit just in time to meet the gaze of the waiter (which is clearly saying "I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH") and grins in response. He has a feeling they've just ruined their chances of becoming regulars over here.

The man almost wants to refuse the request just to be spiteful, but all things considered, he wants them out as soon as possible, so he silently obliges.

Meanwhile, hoping that the whole deal with parfaits would be enough of a distraction to cause Heather to loosen her grip on him, Crow tries to slip out of her clutches.]

_{[Oh well. Plenty of other cafes in Saffron. :I]

[Crow's not getting away that easily, though. She clamps tighter with one arm, reaching out with the other to take the bag.]}

Thaaaaaank you.

_{[... And then she clamps the bag between her teeth so she can use that hand to fish a wad of cash out of her pocket to hand over. SHE CAN GET CROW TO PAY HER BACK LATER.]}

[Dammit. He knows he had it coming, but that's not exactly a comfortable position to be in. And besides, he needs to pay for that--

... Wait a minute.

Seeing her pay for the desserts, Crow opens his mouth to protest.]

Hey! That's not what we agreed on!

[Probably the first and the last time you will ever hear him arguing that he wants to pay for something.

The glare the waiter sends them, however, clearly implies that for all he cares, they might as well kill each other over it, as long as they do it outside.]

Deal w'it.

_{[She waves at the waiter to keep the change (not that it will likely change his stellar opinion of them, but whatever) and then starts to back out the door with Crow still headlocked, like a bank robber hauling a hostage out with them.]

[2 kool 4 skool]}

[... Which is probably what the whole deal has looked like from the start to uninvolved parties.

As awkward as it feels, Crow decides to put up with this treatment -- at least until they make it safely out of the cafe.]

... So, are you gonna lemme go now, or do you plan to drag me around the whole city like this?

_{[She snorts, gives him a jostle, and then lets go.]}

As if.

I'd have to feed you the parfait and that'd be embarrassing for BOTH of us.

[Finally free from her grip, Crow stretches himself, his joints popping a bit.]

Yeah, I guess.

[She's right, it'd be embarrassing. Cute maybe, but embarrassing nonetheless.]

Wanna take a walk? I doubt they'd be letting us in to have a seat there...

Yeah, I'd rather not have a Jenny called on me for disturbing the peace in a parfait shop.

_{[She opens the bag and pulls out one of them, handing it over to him.]}

That'd be kinda lame.

[Though knowing him, entirely possible.]

Hey, thanks!

[Crow grabs the offered dessert with a grin, but the moment he does, his expression turns somewhat sulky.]

... Though in the end, you were the one to pay for it.

[Which makes him feel bad, since he was the one to invite her. :c]

Think of it as an apology for letting you get ... _{[There's a significant pause.]}

... Dogpiled.

_{[...Feel free to chuck something at her.]}

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