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[preybeforemeals]

Three years.

[You know, he really should be more surprised than he is that that particular complaint is being lodged against an apparently dead person. Were it anyone else saying it, he probably would be; as it stands, however...yes, he'd imagine the corpse was incredibly boring and impossible to talk to, he has no idea why you thought it would be otherwise, but sure. Fine.

There are a lot of questions to be asked, the most pressing being focused on what happened, exactly, but now isn't the time to ask them; this isn't something he wants to think about for too long right now because it's just so made of "what" that he doesn't know what to do with it outside of disregard it.

So! Disregard it he shall, and he lets his fingers rake lightly through that sweep at the front of his hair, and he's still smiling when he speaks.]

Well! Obviously I'm perfectly fine now, so I'd say it hardly matters for the time being.

[shuttermouse]

[ It's a good thing he disregarded it; Chie wouldn't have dispensed any major deets concerning the...everything that happened because she'd rather avoid risking another angst coma so from now on she's going to tactfully omit information she doesn't think he needs to know.

She appreciates that he doesn't start bombarding her with questions, really. ]

...You should buy me a parfait. One of those big ones.

Clover Field | 999

[fourleafcleaver]

[Okay, so she's tried to spend the past couple of days convincing herself she isn't lost, but let's be real here: Clover is completely lost. Trying to get through Dark Cave on her own was definitely not one of her better ideas.

So anyone passing through the middle of the cave is likely to find Clover, sitting with her back against a rock and grumbling. In one hand she has a flashlight pointed at the map she has propped up against her backpack in front of her. In the other, she has a granola bar, and she keeps taking big bites of it and chewing on it with fierce, angry conviction, like she's taking out her frustration on the snack. Yeah, that'll help; good job, Clover.

Her Snubbull is curled up into a ball next to her, whining. The sound of her whining echoing against the cave only distresses her further, so she whines some more.]

Sshhh, Lady, shhhhh. Yeah, I know, being lost sucks. Ugh, this thing is useless! [Spoilers: the map is sideways and also of Mt. Mortar.]

[preybeforemeals]

Already...? Ah, but I shouldn't be surprised that you're looking out for yourself, even now, right?

[It doesn't take him long to settle into the usual pattern, really; this is comfortable, and perhaps more importantly it's familiar, and he can't say that either are unwelcome right about now.]

[shuttermouse]

Nope, you shouldn't. [ She pauses, turning her attention to the camera and tinkers with the settings while Pikachu the Emolga watches with vague interest. ]

I think I'm in the mood for chocolate and strawberries today. They do have strawberries here, right?

[preybeforemeals]

They do - actual strawberries, not just the strangely-colored ones. If you find anything that looks even vaguely like a strawberry on the routes, however...well, I'll warn you not to touch it.

[shuttermouse]

I know better than to eat unfamiliar berries. Are they poisonous?

[preybeforemeals]

It's not as though I have firsthand experience! But not to my knowledge - they're just enough to ruin your day, and a few days afterwards.

[shuttermouse]

I'll definitely stay away from those things, then. [ She'd rather not have any of her days ruined, thanks. ]

What are we waiting for? Come on, let's go to a nice cafe so you can buy me a parfait.

[preybeforemeals]

[He just laughs a bit at that, shaking his head.]

One would think you hadn't seen a parfait in three years, either.

[That said, come on, you. He knows where to get some absolute shitkicker parfaits around here.]

It's lucky that we met up like this, either way; I've been here a while, I've gotten to know the area very well.

[shuttermouse]

How long have you been here? Kanae-kun didn't say anything about you going on a Pokémon journey.

[ Maybe he was too busy wailing dramatically to notice???? ]

[preybeforemeals]

[...]

...Why in the world are you consulting Kanae about anything?

[i mean ngl that boy means well but he's dumb as hell]

[shuttermouse]

You were busy being boring so I turned to him. He talks to his rose about you a lot.

[preybeforemeals]

[Well, if that fazes him any, it's not apparent in his response - it's prompt and about as flippant as ever.]

After so long, somehow I'm not surprised...so how old are you now? You continue to not look a day over sixteen; keep that up and I'll start having to ask you what your secret is.

[...okay and by "not a day over sixteen" he really means "not a day over twelve" but you know what no one needs to go there right now]

[shuttermouse]

[ ...thank you, Tsukiyama. ]

I'm twenty-four!

[preybeforemeals]

[...Ah.]

Really.

[That's...a little unsettling for a lot of reasons, actually.]

[shuttermouse]

Yes, really.

[preybeforemeals]

[Okay, so he can look forward to dying like hell a very short while after he returns to Tokyo. Good to know.]

I really ought to ask you what your secret is, then.

[...]

Although if you say it's parfait...

[he swears to god hori don't you even]

[shuttermouse]

[ Jokingly: ]

French fries with lots of ketchup.

[preybeforemeals]

[oh goddammit]

Life is short, n'est-ce pas?

[shuttermouse]

It sure is. And you haven't given up the random French, I see.

[ ...are they at the cafe yet because if they are she's going to order one of these disasters. ]

Re: Clover Field | 999

[dayofreckoning]

[The smell precedes them, thin and acrid; it clings like ozone after a rain. An old woman, her ragged dress hiked up past her knee, limps around a boulder. She is barefoot, and the gravel clings: with every step she hisses in pain. Beside her, spreading and flickering on every updraft, floats her Gastly.]
[Her eyes narrow, and her face slackens into a grandmotherly smile.]
Well, dearie.
[She drops to one knee, elbowing Gastly aside, and peers at the map.]
Let's see if we can give you a little help with that, mm?

[fourleafcleaver]

[Lady figures out that someone's coming well before Clover does; her whining gets louder, even as Clover finishes her snack and pats her head. It's the voice that finally catches Clover's attention and she jumps--then settles when she gets a glance at who's there.]

Oh, sure... [She pulls Lady, whose attempt to scowl at the Gastly is ruined by the way she shakes, into her lap, then passes the woman her map. With the flashlight turned towards her, Clover can see how disheveled she is. It makes her frown, concerned.] Did you get lost, too?

[dayofreckoning]

[Dahlia smooths the map against the boulder, squinting through the sickly ghost-light.]
Oh, I'm never lost, child.
[Her lips twitch. Gastly giggles, fangs a-glinting, and Dahlia hisses at him; he falls silent, pulsating.]
I never get lost. It's everything around me that's lost.
[In the middle distance something cries out--a bat, Dahlia thinks, though there's something rusty and wet in it. She allows herself one shiver before tracing her finger along the map. Her eyes widen. Her lips purse. And Dahlia smiles.]

[chickshades]

GAHHH!!

[ Make that two people shrieking. Bandou lands with a loud thump on the ground below them. His Duskull, on the other hand, floats over to the edge of the trapdoor and peeks down at the two of them before whooshing down to see if his master is ok. ]