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soggypastry[Morning, Johto. Have a clatter to start your day, for those of you who are late risers. Light's just packing up her bags and accidently dropped the thing, so she'll just be picking it up now to turn it off with a small headshake.
That is, of course, until Sen appears barely on screen, dragging an obviously stolen blanket down the hall. Lightning doesn't see him, but he returns just as she is about to shut off the gear. With a cheerful yip, the derpy Lucario begins to drag his trainer out of her room and into the hall, and this odd behavior startles her into following to see just what has his attention.]
Sen, what are you--oh. Fal'Cie...
[Through Lightning's fingers half-covering the camera, it's possible to see the open hall closet on the upper level of Minnie's House, and in the morning light coming in from behind Lightning, it's easy to see that Strike, Leon's Lucario, is contentedly curled around three black and blue eggs. She sleepily blinks as Sen wriggles his way to curl up behind her, the blanket that was obviously stolen from an unused bunk wrapped around the eggs, and Lightning sighs explosively.]
You have got to be kidding me.
[That said, she can't seem to move away for much longer than to call down the hall; Sen may be her problem, but Strike belongs to a certain man she is packing to move along with. A man who needs to get his butt over here, and fast. So she'll just be going to the banister and calling down the steps, gear still recording.]
Leon, can you come over here? We have a problem.
[And as soon as she's sure that the man she called has heard her, Lightning turns back to the closet and shakes her head again, shutting off the gear. This is the last thing they need right now.]
That is, of course, until Sen appears barely on screen, dragging an obviously stolen blanket down the hall. Lightning doesn't see him, but he returns just as she is about to shut off the gear. With a cheerful yip, the derpy Lucario begins to drag his trainer out of her room and into the hall, and this odd behavior startles her into following to see just what has his attention.]
Sen, what are you--oh. Fal'Cie...
[Through Lightning's fingers half-covering the camera, it's possible to see the open hall closet on the upper level of Minnie's House, and in the morning light coming in from behind Lightning, it's easy to see that Strike, Leon's Lucario, is contentedly curled around three black and blue eggs. She sleepily blinks as Sen wriggles his way to curl up behind her, the blanket that was obviously stolen from an unused bunk wrapped around the eggs, and Lightning sighs explosively.]
You have got to be kidding me.
[That said, she can't seem to move away for much longer than to call down the hall; Sen may be her problem, but Strike belongs to a certain man she is packing to move along with. A man who needs to get his butt over here, and fast. So she'll just be going to the banister and calling down the steps, gear still recording.]
Leon, can you come over here? We have a problem.
[And as soon as she's sure that the man she called has heard her, Lightning turns back to the closet and shakes her head again, shutting off the gear. This is the last thing they need right now.]
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:07 pm (UTC)He isn't sure if this is the right thing to do, the right response, but she seems annoyed and...he wants to help. ]
Relax.
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:42 pm (UTC)I'm relaxed. I hit things when I'm frustrated, remember?
[He shouldn't have the bruises to prove it at this moment, but she knows he gets what she means.]
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:47 pm (UTC)As if I could ever forget.
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Date: 2011-09-26 03:00 pm (UTC)I'd be worried if you did. I've hit you too many times for you to forget that easily.
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:27 pm (UTC)Mm. [ He runs a hand through her hair. ] Just...don't worry about the eggs, all right?
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:37 am (UTC)All right. I'll try. [Worry? No, she's not worried. It's just...well...she's not good with surprises. Make her nervous and all that.]