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[when the video flickers on, you get a lovely image of a Fuji smiling lightly into the camera. for those of you who actually know him well -- the number of which you can possibly count on one hand and still have plenty of fingers left over -- you'll see that he's just a tad more tired than usual. a bit weary. still entirely cheerful, though.

though it doesn't take someone who knows him well to notice the large, red, hand-sized imprint on the right side of his face.

he rubs at the print absently before addressing the camera cheerily.]


Well, I suppose that didn't work out all-too well. But it could've gone worse, all things considered. Maybe I should feel fairly lucky that she didn't end up aiming for anywhere else.

Ah-- I did have a point to this. [a wry glance off-camera here] Mm, for anyone in Goldenrod, would it be too much to ask if one of you kind, thoughtful Samaritan types could send over a riding saddle? [laughingly--] I'd also add in a riding crop to that request, but I think that might be a little too risqué at the moment.

You'll be compensated for your trouble, of course. It's a bit of a short notice, but I think this might help with the current situation. [and here, a thoughtful hum] I'm not sure if I feel up for a whole collection of these welts -- red's really not my colour, is it.

[a pause, here, distracted, and he laughs, a little.] But it's true that Cianwood is the land of the beaches and sunshine, huh. It's a shame that we can't stay here for a bit longer.

[and on that absent note, he nods to the video, and it cuts.]



[action]

[here you have the classic rendition of a Fuji in a tree, glancing up at the sky with an exasperated expression on his face. note that he is currently shoeless, and looks to be socks-less as well, for that matter. the red welt is still there on his face, along with another one on his forearm -- he's nursing the former absently.

clearly he is quite approachable.]




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reveiller: (☁ cloud. the transiently flowing time)
[When the video flickers on, there is a sudden sizzling sound that permeates through the speaker of your pokegear, gaining in intensity as the pokegear spins around and around in a dizzying motion, before skidding to a halt abruptly. Out of the corner of the screen, one can see a flash of a long snout and the leg of what looks to be a bedpost, if the frilly covers draping down from above are any indication whatsoever.

Then, an eevee pokes its face into the screen, staring out from the other side of the pokegear with a seriousness found only on shampoo models and totem poles. It bats at the screen cautiously, then looks up, ears twitching at the approach of something that sounds like it's... sizzling.

A large hand reaches down and picks up the pokegear, shifting until it faces upwards. The video then reveals a lightly-smiling Fuji, and what appears to be a hair iron held loosely in his other hand, which seems to be more or less the cause of the sizzling.

Wedged between the two metal prongs of the hair iron is a gastly.

It looks very, very pleased.

Fuji looks to the gastly, then back to the screen thoughtfully.]


I guess now's as good of a time as ever. Kanra, Souji -- the eggs have hatched nicely. Thank you. I'll do my best to take good care of them.

[A smile. Then, thoughtfully--] Which brings me to a very important question, actually. Do baby pokemon teethe? Little brothers do, at any rate, but that's probably an unfair comparison.

[He pauses, shrugging. Suddenly, the eevee, having climbed up his shoulders in the meantime, peeks out from behind his hair, brown fur blending in a dizzying fashion with brown hair. It gives the pokegear a wary look, and disappears behind Fuji's back, presumably climbing down his back once more.

Fuji chuckles. He lifts his hair iron, bemused.]
Gastlies don't seem to, but I think they replace teething with other hobbies.

[Rue.] I guess I just want to know why I woke up today with all of my socks shredded in a pile in the corner. If any breeders could share some insight, I'd like that. [Pause.] And if anyone has any recommendations for a brand of shred-proof, fire-proof socks, I'd like to hear it.

[A grin, almost conspiratorial in nature.] My toes aren't used to being cold.

[He laughs, lightly, and ends the feed.]



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