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[She tilt her head slightly, then gave it a light shake.]

It is very interesting. I have not watched someone do it before.

Never...? I didn't think it was that uncommon of a hobby.

[She resumed her knitting, eyes dropping back down to the needles -- she wasn't quite good enough to be able to take her eyes off her stitches while she worked, but she felt better talking with busy hands.]

I guess I don't know anyone else who knits either, though. I learned by checking how-to books out of here, mostly.

Miss Sable does, but I have not seen her while she does so.

[The Pikmin watched the tiny movements of Alorah's fingers, nodding despite the fact the other girl was not looking at her. She remembered some of these exchanges.]

... It is good they were helpful.

Proton couldn't help but snort at Cress' attempts to train his Slowpoke. He could tell Cress was at least a decent trainer because of how his other Pokemon reacted to him, and for that he was begrudgingly impressed. But Cress could be the best trainer in the world with the most heart and Proton would still doubt he or anyone could properly train a Slowpoke unless it was evolved. Or so he thought because he had tried with his own and given up a hot second later. He didn't have nearly enough patience to deal with it.

He reclined back in the stands with his hands behind his head. He was still most curious about the Unova mon, but he figured he could humor the trainer since that was obviously - maybe - directed at him.

"Well, yeah. They're called dopey Pokemon for a reason. Of course they'd be a pain in the ass. Kudos for trying."

[It was a Jumpluff's nature to hold onto news -- this Miss Sable's name was quickly stored away as someone it might be nice to find.]

I don't know what I would have done if the library hadn't been here. I've grown to like it here, I think. It's nice to have somewhere still and quiet.

[Vianca might have smiled, should it have been something she did.]

This is good. ... Should you find any problems, please let me know. I would like to keep it nice for you.

[Because Alorah was another welcome, quiet presence, much like Blake was.]

Oh! No, you don't have to go out of your way for me!

[Alorah piped up quickly, looking up from her knitting. She accidentally let a stitch slip loose in her haste -- it didn't take her long to look back down again, trying to get it back on the needle.]

I don't mean to impose at all. I'm fine as long as I can work somewhere I'm not bothering anybody.

[She blinked in mild surprise.]

It is not imposing to tell the librarian if something about the library bothers you.

Ah. Well... I suppose that's the case, but I really don't need much at all.

[Yes, that was a good point. Alorah laughed quietly.]

If I had to ask for anything... maybe you could tell me about the books you like? I think I've had my fill of how-to guides, so I could use something new to read.

[There was another small moment of surprise, though this one went without indication. It was not incredibly often that someone asked Vianca for book recommendations. She sat quietly for a moment, giving the question a proper amount of consideration. A Lot of these books had been ones that she had read by now.]

... I am often drawn to fantasy fiction.

[She paused, thinking that over too.]

Though there are a number of accounts that would seem as though they are fiction, but are accounts that are real enough in their own worlds.

I need you.

That was what he wanted to just simply say. But he couldn't. He just. Couldn't. He wanted her to be his mother, really bad. He now felt like he was pushing her. He didn't want that even more than reverting his own age.

There always had to be a way. Another way. To be himself, and ask for her to be with him.

He can't just keep pushing the issue away. It wasn't going anywhere. And it shouldn't be an issue to begin with.

"No...there is much to be done. Much to tell. But...I want be a son to you. Your son. I do want that."

She wished she knew what to say. She wished she knew what she was feeling. A sense of disdain for not being able to go home. A lot of disappointment in herself. A lot of bitterness staining her heart when she thought of Haytham, who served as a grand reminder of how just vulnerable she could still be.

Ziio nodded.

"With time," she found herself saying, as if she was reassuring him. Always reassuring him. When would she reassure herself? Did she believe anything she was saying? What did she really think? And she couldn't answer that. "It'd seem I will be here for... a while." In talking with Shadow, it seemed like forever.

"We have time."

That was a surefire way to get her to be serious. She even straightened her posture a bit and after a moment's consideration, she nodded. "I hear you, and I agree. While it's true things may be a mite better than they were when the town went awry..."

She shook her head, "It's troublesome. I've not made much in the way of progress, admittedly." Between her injury and Innes wanting her to keep out of trouble, Eirika hadn't gone very far at all.

Admittedly, her hands lifted. Just in case Mary had plans of putting paint somehow all over the princess. Not that Eirika had genuinely thought any such thing would happen.

... Okay. She thought it a little.

Her attention was drawn onto Mary's painting, which from an initial glance, she didn't seem to quite get. But there was always a unique beauty in abstract art. Back in Magvel, she was more accustomed to portraits, so there was something refreshing in not seeing something so direct or concrete.

"What does it mean?" she finally asked as she eyed the painting a little further away, as though it might help her better grasp the concept. "What were you thinking - feeling - when you did it?"

[Her attention turns when she hears Gordon's explanation. And for many moments, she simply stares.

A game about war. It sits with her poorly. Why should war be made into a game? In war, people die. Not just soldiers. Women and children, too. Innocent people. Who in the world has thought it a good idea to simplify the idea of something so inspiring and full of sacrifice?

She tries not to look too disconcerted by the discovery.]

Then you kill people in it. [An observation. Direct and to the point, too.]

Only when she thought she was vaguely at rest did he move to sit as well. And when he read what she had offered him, he had no immediate response for her. No. If anything, he had only thoughts. But Caim's mind was often so cluttered with them that it hardly seemed any different than usual. What else could be expected from a man who couldn't speak? What else could he really do?

More a rhetorical question than a literal one.

Glancing away from her, it made him think about the magic back in Midgard. Was there such a thing as too much? Of course there was. But it seemed hypocritical of him to even make mention of it, because admittedly, he had his own incentive to use it. Or had. Hard to do so without his sword.

I do not think so. Not a use of excess of it. A spell? Yes. A pact? Yes.

Is it possible that you caught the ire of a magic user here?

He didn't even really know they had any. He knew there was at least one person interested in magic, but that was completely different. But in the same respect, he had no way of sensing that kind of thing.

If she wanted his undivided attention, she got it. Easily too. Especially when she started to pull her hair back. For as much as logic tugged at him, there was no denying something factual.

And Samus was one hot piece of ass. No disputes. No arguments. No two ways about it. It was kind of agitating, really. In a masochistic kind of way.

"Puts you a step above most people. In the world, we either devalue ourselves what we're really worth, or we think we're a lot greater than we actually are." He pointed to her as he pulled pulled himself from where he'd been content leaning. "And then there's someone in the world like you. And everyone else knows you're not just blowing smoke either."

She hadn't known what to expect when she told him. Perhaps he would have felt disappointed that she had no plans of joining Red team. She never had, of course. Even less so considering the potential issues that sat in their love triangle. Well. 'V.' ~~Haha. V.~~

I think he's very kind, she agreed. I'll be sure to introduce you two, though I imagine he remembers you from when you were last here. Voile had never really talked about Sonny by name. At least, not when he'd left. Not to people who didn't know of him already, anyway.

I simply wish to make him happy, Voile admitted. I think he spends a lot of his time fretting. I intend to see that end. I wish to make his life easier, in return for his care of me. It is a mutually beneficial relationship. As if he was my father, or my brother, perhaps.

"When you say 'working out,' what exactly do you mean?"

She tried to flex for him, which didn't exactly go quite as planned. As to be expected with how thin she was. "Because... Well. As you can see, there's not much to me, Jolt. Not that I mind watching you show off."

Pit's eyes were doing a pretty good impression of the sun dancing in the pool ripples. "I'm starting to wonder what you can't do," remarked the angel as he snagged the fun noodle that had slowly drifted its way over to him.

A playful grin took over. He dunked the styrophone tube beneath the waters, straddled it, let both ends pop up, then aimed one of the ends at Shadow and blew into the other with all his might. A jet of water shot out at Hedgehog Jesus.

"I take it you've never been in the sky," replied Pit, kicking his legs back and forth behind him.

Chiyo smiled, feeling pleased with herself for her success in getting something Phoenix liked. She wanted to say, "You're welcome" but remembered that she didn't have her notepad because she forgot it, thinking that she'd only drop her books off and return to her room.

Quickly, she looked around for something to write on but with no success, could not find anything (and she was not about to write on the back of the note she just gave him). She didn't feel like bothering the counter for another sheet, so... she tried to mouth the words as best she could. Then, having noticed the books laid out before him, she glanced at them curiously and pointed at them, cocking her head to the side with a clear expression of interest as to what he was researching.

"Wh-!"

He really should have seen that coming. Instead, he was absolutely showered in water, enough so that he lost focus and dropped into the pool below. At first, he panicked, just before having made it to the surface with frantic flailing at his arsenal.

Shadow paused, his actions far more collected now, his general swaying of limbs keeping him afloat.

That was awkward.

"Y-You-... Don't do that. Ever."

"Yeah! That sounds good!"

Sonny broke the hug and started to compile more hotdogs. He made Red another one as well, and several more for himself. It really didn't take him long at all to eat a hot dog, as was evidenced by his entering that one hot dog eating competition.

He wasn't even considering the 'what if's of her joining his team. Of course, if she had suggested it herself, he would have thought it was a great idea and been for it one hundred percent! But she certainly had the right to chose a trainer of her own and so long as that lucky, lucky person treated her well? They would hear no complaints from him.

I bet that you make his life so much better, he's going to wonder how he got by without you. the Snorlax replied confidently. I know that's how I feel.

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this is why we cant have nice things

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