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[reveiller]

[ a hum, drawn. five-tone chime of the pokemon center machine. the feed starts unceremoniously. ]

Mm, say, if you were sent home tomorrow...

What's the first thing you'd do when you go back?

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[bewilding.livejournal.com]

. . . Mm, maybe I'm understating it a bit. [ would flying whales be considered pokémon... ]

[reveiller]

Mm, did it involve a lot of traveling?

[bewilding.livejournal.com]

That depends on who I'm talking to, doesn't it? [ but... ] Though, yes, I say I did a fair amount of it.

[reveiller]

Is that what you always do, then?

[bewilding.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I sleep. [ indeed. ]

[reveiller]

[ a chuckle, here. ] I can see where your priorities lie.

[bewilding.livejournal.com]

I don't think they're too bad. [ just a look. ] Where are yours? Or am I not allowed to ask that?

[reveiller]

[ he hums, the perfect picture of avoidance. he offers, ] I don't see why you couldn't. There's no rule against it, after all.

[bewilding.livejournal.com]

[ hm. she isn't particularly pushy, but she notes down that small avoidance in her mind. ]

Are there any important ones I should know about? [ and she'll dance around it. ]

[reveiller]

[ all this dancing... ]

I'm not so sure. I'm not the one who makes the rules, after all.