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[miniworth]

[ Action for Goldenrod City ]
[ With (1) Ken Amada awake from his week-long nap, upsetting stories about the future shared, a few hours' worth of sleep invested in, and an altogether crazy weekend past, Miles Edgeworth is finally sinking back in one of the couches in the Goldenrod Hotel's lobby. It had been one long, exhausting week, especially with three crying women (or two crying girls and one crossdresser) to attempt consoling.

[ He rubs his face with his hands, a gesture he picked up from Merlin over the months - and as Pip the Growlithe crawls onto his lap for a quick nap, and a young Eevee (unnamed, because she has absolutely hated every name Miles has tried so far..) walks over, regards her trainer a little haughtily. She nudges him until he folds up the jacket he'd taken off, and it's only then that she settles on the pillow and curls up to sleep, as well. Miles regards her with one raised eyebrow and a mutter under his breath that suspiciously sounds like, "almost just like Franziska."

[ Pulling his Pokégear out of one pocket, he lightly scritches Pip behind the ears as he flips open the gadget, eying the date on the screen. June 24th was still almost a month and a half away... but that doesn't stop him from taking one deep breath and turning on the Pokéconnect.

[ It's been awhile since he's directly addressed the Network, actually, and longer since he's asked the Johto inhabitants a question. He's been getting used to being self sufficient, but for once - this once - it can't be avoided. No amount of von Karma tutelage could help him with this, so he starts typing.

[ And then one message will pop up in the Johtonians' inbox today: ]


[ Text locked from Ken Amada ]
Could somebody teach me how to play soccer better? I'm in Goldenrod, right now..

Comments

[notjustsunshine.livejournal.com]

[Nooo] My um...place where the ball goes in to score a goal! [;a; She's looosing!! She boots it back to the goal even though it's too late in all likelihood. :[ ]

[miniworth]

It's called a-- [ KICK. ] -- goal.

[notjustsunshine.livejournal.com]

Ah! [SHE'S TOO LAAAATE. Her goaaaaaaaaaaaal.] Darn! You're too good at this, Miles, I'll never win! [She puts on a fake pout but it leaves a second later] Guess that means I'll just have to cheer you on, huh?

[miniworth]

[ He dribbles the ball back over to her, grinning back. ] Thanks, Miss Vanille. [ But. ]

Do you have to go to work?

[notjustsunshine.livejournal.com]

...Oh no! I was having so much fun I forgot! [...oops. She brushes off her clothes-good thing she hadn't changed into her work uniform yet-and grabs Miles for a quick hug] Tell me when you're playing and I'll come see, okay?

[miniworth]

[ fhlsdkhdskfjh WHY HUG. H-he nods. ] I will. Um, I'll walk you there.

[notjustsunshine.livejournal.com]

Really? Alright~ [How so adorable, Miles. How. It's not that far of a walk but it feels nice to have someone along anyway. :' )] Remember, if you ever need healing the Pokemon Centre is always here. I'll make sure they're taken good care of!

[Also she would probably be like oh they're not ready yet *plays with people's Pokemon for hours*. Just a moment indeed.]

[miniworth]

I've worked there before.

[notjustsunshine.livejournal.com]

Then you definitely know! [Well. That was a short walk but she turns in at the front door] Thanks for walking me to work, I might have gotten lost if you hadn't! [She laughs] Let's play again sometime.

[miniworth]

I'll be glad to. [ a rather cheerful nod, coming from this kid. ] Thank you, Miss Vanille.