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bravenewworld2014-08-11 03:54 pm
freelyfalling) wrote in bravenewworld2014-08-11 03:54 pm
Entry tags:
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[Option 1: daytime]
"We had a deal."
Braig's out and about today. Nice day for a spot of training - he's got a few of his team with him, and he's constantly looking around to try and keep them in his view.
One, however? Is making him have to look up when he hadn't expected it. A tiny little Zorua is clinging to the branches of a tree - how it managed to get up there in the first place is something he can't quite work out.
He sighs, holds out a hand.
"I said I'd help you. But first, you've got to let me help you, fuzzball. How about it? Why so shy?"
And suddenly, the tree in question looks a spot leafier, and a little less full of Pokémon.
Just his luck.
[Option 2: evening]
This isn't the sort of place that Braig'll bring a little fluffball of a Pokémon, now, this busy bar. He's got his Murkrow with him, riding on his arm to watch his bad side as ever, and the pair look like he's settling in for the evening.
"So, what'll it be tonight..."
...whatever it was in that drink order, it's certainly not just beer, going by the look on the barman's face. He turns to look at whoever's nearby and remark, "You'd think he'd never had to try something new, huh?"
"We had a deal."
Braig's out and about today. Nice day for a spot of training - he's got a few of his team with him, and he's constantly looking around to try and keep them in his view.
One, however? Is making him have to look up when he hadn't expected it. A tiny little Zorua is clinging to the branches of a tree - how it managed to get up there in the first place is something he can't quite work out.
He sighs, holds out a hand.
"I said I'd help you. But first, you've got to let me help you, fuzzball. How about it? Why so shy?"
And suddenly, the tree in question looks a spot leafier, and a little less full of Pokémon.
Just his luck.
[Option 2: evening]
This isn't the sort of place that Braig'll bring a little fluffball of a Pokémon, now, this busy bar. He's got his Murkrow with him, riding on his arm to watch his bad side as ever, and the pair look like he's settling in for the evening.
"So, what'll it be tonight..."
...whatever it was in that drink order, it's certainly not just beer, going by the look on the barman's face. He turns to look at whoever's nearby and remark, "You'd think he'd never had to try something new, huh?"