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"I'll stick with dark blue." Bright, neon colours had been the fashion in the 80s but it had also been an eyesore as far as Walter was concerned. Funnily enough, this was one of the few times he had been validated by history.
Jennifer pouted and sat on Walter's feet again. He exhaled and knelt down to subdue his fussy Pokemon. "Jennifer, this is a gift. She's not causing harm." At being told off by Walter, her ears fell to the side of her head and she gave a sad little chirp. She still immensely disliked Diana...but oh no, Walter's not happy with her now.
He stood up straight and murmured to Diana. "She's the first Pokemon I hatched; she wasn't what I expected, but...she's good."
"The first you hatched." Diana frowns in thought, looking down at Jennifer again. "She starts of as an Eevee, right? Heh, go figure. That was the first thing I hatched too."
Diana gives Walt a wry smile. "Please, I only just got you to not resent speaking to me. I don't expect all your guys to suddenly welcome me with open arms."
She pauses to look at the collection of clothes they have gathered. "Yeesh, I went a little crazy. Oh well. Let's go see what they look like on."
Nodding her head in the direction of the changing room, she picks the basket back up.
"Oh? Has yours evolved yet?" He hadn't intended to evolve her immediately but...well. Jennifer had made that decision within ten seconds of her birth. At the mention of their relationship, he averted his eyes.
"...I. Understand that you gave me Sniffer to make yourself feel better. I should have been clearer. ...When I was little, a dog bit me. I've been uncomfortable with them since." Meaning, scared of them. He held his hands together as they walked to the changing rooms. "When I first met Jennifer...I was very nervous of her. Before her, when I first met a Vulpix, I was nervous with them too. I have a two Vulpixes now, and...I don't freeze when she touches me." At his side Jennifer only gave him a sunny, cute look. He gathered his thoughts, waiting for one of the shop assistants to give them a room each.
"...I do resent you for giving me Sniffer. But. I think, in time, I won't." Just as Heather Mason had told him; all these things improved with time. Sniffer certainly wasn't a bad Pokemon. She was very nosy and had a bad tendency to make him jump when she barked, but she didn't go out of her way to cause trouble or get into fights.
"Yeh, it kind of just happened. One minute, tiny and brown." She holds her hands up and about a foot apart, before making a 'poof' noise and extending them out. "The next, big and pink."
They walk, her listening wordlessly. At his admittance, she glances away, chewing the inside of her cheek.
"Well, like I said, s'not like I can blame you for that." There's a short sigh and a shrug before she's back to smiling at him playfully, her default expression.
"Come on, the quicker you try those on, the sooner you can leave and I can stop bothering you with my presence."
Walter glanced to Darkness, who snickered and landed behind Diana. He felt like he was missing something. But he couldn't lie and what he had said was true. In time...he would adapt to Sniffer. And he wouldn't resent Diana for giving her to him. But for now, he was still a little bitter about it. Regardless, he nodded and tried on the clothes. Once he was gone, Darkness lowered his voice to Diana.
"Shy, but blunt." If Walter talked, it was obvious where you stood with him. But he didn't often talk to people to let them know that.
The jeans definitely felt a little strange. Not in an outright bad way, but simply in a new way. After tugging on one of the tops, he considered himself in the mirror. It was...odd, to see on himself. He still didn't know if it looked good or not. But before he stepped out to get Darkness and Diana's judgement, he looked at his arms and paused. He had some long scars on his forearms; not from the orphanage or the prison. They were scars he'd made himself. He tugged a little on the sleeves, regretting the t-shirts now. He glanced at the changing room door and put his hands behind his back as he walked out. A half-hearted effort to hide them, since he knew Diana would want to see how he looked.
She spares Darkness a smile as she slips into her own cubicle. "Blunt is the best way to be."
After stripping down her upper half she catches herself in the mirror, her eyes scan the mars across her stomach and she swiftly pulls a shirt over herself.
When Walter comes out, Diana's scrutinizing herself in a mirror provided nearby. Not the clothes, but her face. Touching the skin on her cheeks and under her eyes, catching her fingers in her dark hair. There's a flash of disgust in her features before she spots Walter.
"Ooo, looking good. I like it." Her eyes are flitting between the shirt and jeans, focused on the clothes. "How do the jeans feel?"
She smirks at his pose. "What, are we at an interview? Relax. Move around in them. Give me the full experience. Are you feeling it?"
He spotted the flash of disgust but didn't comment. He wasn't sure why she would dislike her appearance; Diana seemed confident in herself and quite pretty. "Not as unmoving as I thought it would be."
Reluctantly, Walter lowered his arms, feeling very self conscious. Darkness fluttered to his shoulder and pressed the side of his face to Walter's. "Walk," He suggested, encouraging Walter to do as he's told and to not think too much. He did as instructed and tried moving in them. "...They're comfortable."
Her eyes flicker to his arms for the briefest moment, her lip catches between her teeth but she's already moved on to looking at the shirt again. "Yeah. This work for you."
Diana's brow is furrowed in thought and she taps a slender finger against her chin. "But it's missing something."
A look of realization dawns on her face. "Oh, I know. Go put that Vulpix shirt on. I'm just gonna grab something." She turns and walks off, ignoring the pleas of a clerk trying to explain she can't walk around the store in clothes she hasn't bought yet.
Whilst he's getting changed, there's a knock. Diana stands there, holding a faux brown leather jacket over the top of the door. "Here. Put this over it."
As she waits for him, she makes conversation through the door. "So, you said you had Vulpix...es?" She frowns. What even is the plural of Vulpix? "You got the white ones or the red ones?"
He changed and waited for Diana to return, Darkness giving him soft, reassurance words. When he was handed the jacket he slipped the it on, Darkness hopping from his shoulder. Walter was grateful for the coverage over his arms, and that Diana hadn't said anything about his scars. Darkness looked over the entire outfit. Walter looked entirely different
like this. Much, much younger in fact; he looked his age, not like the thirty something ghost he had been. Darkness nodded his approval to Diana. "Good. Very good." Walter didn't hide a small smile. This was...it felt good. And when he looked int he mirror, it did look good too. Even he could see the difference. He checked the back in case there was something there but it was plain. No surprise Arboks or anything like that.
"One of each. My white Vulpix hatched from the egg given by God, so she has a slightly different colouring. I have her with me." Jennifer perked up and chirped. Yes, Claudia is here too! She liked Claudia; she was a very sensible wise Pokemon, who had a sharp eye on Walter. "Do you have either of them?"
Diana's smiling when Walter check himself out, the corners of her mouth curling up just a little more at Walter and Darkness' approval. Good job, Diana. You're not being awful for once.
"Very stylish." She chuckled to herself a little at him checking the back, amused that he didn't trust her. "We'll definitely add the jacket to the list."
Ignoring the God comment, to each their own after all, Diana nods. "Oh, I have both too. Emma and Evan. Emma kinda showed up last month out of nowhere to help me with Gaia and-" She cuts herself off and waves her hand. "Anyway, she stuck around."
He didn't recognise the name Gaia. Must be a pokemon of hers. But he nodded. "Vulpixes seem to be very temperate Pokemon. Mine are both female, named Bonfire and Claudia." It should be easy to guess which was the fire type name.
He slipped back into the changing room, changing back into the clothing he had worn beforehand. He had tried one of each of the different brands - sizes could vary after all - so he knew that what he had fit him now. He stepped out again, Jennifer immediately at his side and wagging her tail cutely. A thought struck him of the last time he had come shopping here, giving him an idea.
Diana's holding the shirts she picked for herself. "Let's buy this stuff then." She reaches out to take Walter's selection from him so she can run them through at the same time. "And then get some food. Whatcha thinking? Pastry?"
She looks at him as drops the clothes on the counter and she digs her hand through her bag absentmindedly for her purse. "The roof? Erm, no. Why?"
"There's food and drinks up there. I'll pay for that." And since she had taken all of his clothing choices to pay for them - he had been carefully checking the price tags and they weren't anything too much, although he didn't know about the leather jacket - he could at least pay for whatever they ate upstairs.
Darkness cawed his approval, bobbing his head. Yes, the roof! Why, from there he could see the home of his beautiful moonlight and their wonderful little stars~ "I will just need to stop by the TM shop. I had an idea for a gift for Doll before I came here."
At the promise of a paid meal Diana's smiling again. "Well, if you insist."
She follows him with no complaints. "Doll's the cutey you had with you at the festival, right?"
As they enter the TM department Diana looks over the large array of coloured CD's curiously. "Do you use TMs alot?" Honestly, she just taught Taunt to everyone she could because they said it was reusable.
"She is. I have several - you can find them when traveling - and I try to make use of them. Most break after one use." His own re-usable TM was...he didn't want to think about it too much. He used it on Assumption and it had gone missing. He knew his Pokemon kept it; he noticed that they had used it on select team members for whatever reason.
He looked over the selection and found the one he had in mind. TM83 - Infestation. He had told Doll and her eyes had gleamed at the idea, nodding eagerly. He took it to the counter and pulled out his wallet, paying using the money Diana had given him.
"You can? Guess you're better at finding things than me. Me and Jinx haven't run into any."
She continued to peruse the display case, smirking at the one labelled 'Swagger' until Walter asked her a question.
"Lil' Petey? He's fine. I think, it's hard to tell sometimes." She pats the bag at her hip. "He's with me, but if I let him out in here he'd try to make off with all the CD. He loves stuff that reflects." Diana chuckles. "Maybe on the roof."
Walter nodded and took back his newly purchased TM. He'll use it on Doll when he gets home; no doubt she'll want to judge his new clothing herself as well. He lead the way up the stairs, bypassing the elevator and opening the door. He held it open for Diana.
They had spent quite a while shopping. The Sun wasn't setting yet but the shadows were long on the ground, and from up here it was pleasantly warm, with a soft, cooling breeze. Several drink and snack machines were lined up and a vendor offering muffins, cookies and sandwiches had been set up to capitalise on the summer weather. There were several tables and chairs lined out for people to sit and eat by the railings, where the occasional Pidove perched and searched for crumbs to pounce on.
And past those railings was a gorgeous view of Goldenrod City. The city was spread out below them like a toy set from this height, and it was possible to see the National Park and, on the other side of the building, Ilex Forest. While the sound of traffic drifted up it sounded distant, especially in contrast to the soft murmur of conversation from the other tables and the hoots of the Pidoves. Almost like the rooftop was isolated or suspended from the rest of the city.
Walter murmured an instruction to Darkness, who spread his wings to claim a table for them, and headed to the vendor to buy their food. "What would you like?" He asked Diana, choosing a sandwich from the selection.
Charlie scuttles after Darkness, pulling himself atop the table and waggling his 'head' excitedly.
"Wow." Diana's gaze is instantly drawn to the view, her fingers itch to wrap around the railing and lean over the edge for a better look. Instead, she remains stood where she is, looking out at the city skyline. Goldenrod was where she first arrived all those months ago, but she'd never really seen it like this. Somehow she'd forgotten how to really appreciate being somewhere, she was always desperate to keep moving. To stop herself having that crushing feeling of being stuck.
Walter's question snaps her back to the moment. She looks at the selection and her lips press into a thin smile, a familiar feeling rolling in her stomach.
"How about you get me a sandwich?" Her hand is already delving into her pocket again.
"And to drink?" But seeing as she hadn't specified what sandwich, he picked one at random for her. She could always change it. He handed them over to the vendor, ordered himself a mocha and slipped two muffins onto the tray as well. He knew Diana would see and if she wanted something different, he had a feeling she would change it outright.
Darkness preened himself, looking over the city with sharp eyes. He soon found the building he was looking for; the infamous 'Sharkhouse', home to his mate and half of their children. As he groomed his feathers he kept an eye on Charlie. He didn't want the young Pokemon to go falling off the roof.
She's surprised at Walter's offer of a drink and muffin too. "How about a hot chocolate? Thanks."
Diana takes the bags to free Walter's hands and heads over to the table Darkness is saving for them. Tucking them under the seats, she instinctively reaches out to stroke Darkness the way she would Strut but stops herself in time.
"Sorry D." She smiles at him and sits down, flicking Charlie's 'ear' affectionately as she does.
Charlie chitters happily and moves closer to Diana, resting against her arm and tugging on the strap of her bag. "Alright, just let me eat first."
Darkness had jutted his beak up in a slightly haughty way - but when she drew back he relaxed and nodded.
Walter returned with a tray of their food and drinks, setting it out on the table and taking a seat opposite Diana. He looked over the railing, taking in the sight. This was one of his favourite places in Johto so far. When he had lived in Goldenrod, after being introduced to this spot, he had made a habit of coming here so he could feel...not quite alone, there was almost always someone up here. But distant. Separate from the people down there, so small and meaningless from this height.
Diana wastes no time in pulling the packaging of her sandwich open and taking a bite.
"Lyra? Wasn't that his girlfriend?" She asks as she digs around in her bag and pulls out a PokeBall. A small flash and soon Petey's large eyes are bearing up at her. Charlie lets out a noise of excitement and greets the Pokemon, who continues to stare ahead.
"Say 'hi' to Walt, Petey." Diana mumbles around a mouthful of food.
"She is. You intend to visit her?" "Yes." Walter opened his sandwich and considered it, before nodding to him. "Come back to me before the weekend." Darkness hopped forward and affectionately fussing with Walter's collar, accepting a rub under his chin before spreading his wings and taking off, soaring towards his love.
Walter watched him go quietly, but turned and nodded to Petey when the Espurr appeared. Jennifer took the seat beside Walter, sitting so she could peek over the tabletop. At the sight of Petey, her ears lowered. Espurrs were very strange. She never knew what to make of them.
Petey turns to look at Walter. In a very slow, methodical manner, he climbs up onto the table and stands infront of the male trainer. After few more moments of direct eye contact, a small paw reaches out and touches Walter on the cheek.
One. Two. Three pats.
Then Petey moves back towards Diana, who's just been watching the whole exchange in a rather bored fashion, and tugs on her bag strap the same way Charlie had been.
She finishes stuffing the rest of the sandwich into her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I've got a toy for you." Diana pulls out a small box of colourful geometric tiles, that Petey immediately takes and starts organizing on the table.
Charlie jumps up and hovers around, chirping with joy when Petey lets him place a piece.
Diana gives Walter a wry smile. "Kids, right?" She says with just the right tinge of sarcasm.
"I wouldn't know." He'd never had children, and he didn't see his Pokemon that way. They were companions - not pets or minions or children. Something entirely unique and special. But even he could see that Petey was a different kind of unique. He still has no idea what to make of Petey's behaviour towards him, or the constant cheek pats.
"He seems..." He paused, trying to find the correct words. Autism wasn't well known of in the 80s, let alone in small, middle of the wood orphanages run by abusive cults. He could tell this wasn't...'damaged' behaviour. Petey wasn't acting like the frightened, truamatised kids Walter grew up around. But it wasn't typical behaviour either. He ate thoughtfully. "He seems different, to other Espurrs I've seen."
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Jennifer pouted and sat on Walter's feet again. He exhaled and knelt down to subdue his fussy Pokemon. "Jennifer, this is a gift. She's not causing harm." At being told off by Walter, her ears fell to the side of her head and she gave a sad little chirp. She still immensely disliked Diana...but oh no, Walter's not happy with her now.
He stood up straight and murmured to Diana. "She's the first Pokemon I hatched; she wasn't what I expected, but...she's good."
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Diana gives Walt a wry smile. "Please, I only just got you to not resent speaking to me. I don't expect all your guys to suddenly welcome me with open arms."
She pauses to look at the collection of clothes they have gathered. "Yeesh, I went a little crazy. Oh well. Let's go see what they look like on."
Nodding her head in the direction of the changing room, she picks the basket back up.
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"...I. Understand that you gave me Sniffer to make yourself feel better. I should have been clearer. ...When I was little, a dog bit me. I've been uncomfortable with them since." Meaning, scared of them. He held his hands together as they walked to the changing rooms. "When I first met Jennifer...I was very nervous of her. Before her, when I first met a Vulpix, I was nervous with them too. I have a two Vulpixes now, and...I don't freeze when she touches me." At his side Jennifer only gave him a sunny, cute look. He gathered his thoughts, waiting for one of the shop assistants to give them a room each.
"...I do resent you for giving me Sniffer. But. I think, in time, I won't." Just as Heather Mason had told him; all these things improved with time. Sniffer certainly wasn't a bad Pokemon. She was very nosy and had a bad tendency to make him jump when she barked, but she didn't go out of her way to cause trouble or get into fights.
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They walk, her listening wordlessly. At his admittance, she glances away, chewing the inside of her cheek.
"Well, like I said, s'not like I can blame you for that." There's a short sigh and a shrug before she's back to smiling at him playfully, her default expression.
"Come on, the quicker you try those on, the sooner you can leave and I can stop bothering you with my presence."
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"Shy, but blunt." If Walter talked, it was obvious where you stood with him. But he didn't often talk to people to let them know that.
The jeans definitely felt a little strange. Not in an outright bad way, but simply in a new way. After tugging on one of the tops, he considered himself in the mirror. It was...odd, to see on himself. He still didn't know if it looked good or not. But before he stepped out to get Darkness and Diana's judgement, he looked at his arms and paused. He had some long scars on his forearms; not from the orphanage or the prison. They were scars he'd made himself. He tugged a little on the sleeves, regretting the t-shirts now. He glanced at the changing room door and put his hands behind his back as he walked out. A half-hearted effort to hide them, since he knew Diana would want to see how he looked.
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After stripping down her upper half she catches herself in the mirror, her eyes scan the mars across her stomach and she swiftly pulls a shirt over herself.
When Walter comes out, Diana's scrutinizing herself in a mirror provided nearby. Not the clothes, but her face. Touching the skin on her cheeks and under her eyes, catching her fingers in her dark hair. There's a flash of disgust in her features before she spots Walter.
"Ooo, looking good. I like it." Her eyes are flitting between the shirt and jeans, focused on the clothes. "How do the jeans feel?"
She smirks at his pose. "What, are we at an interview? Relax. Move around in them. Give me the full experience. Are you feeling it?"
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"Not as unmoving as I thought it would be."
Reluctantly, Walter lowered his arms, feeling very self conscious. Darkness fluttered to his shoulder and pressed the side of his face to Walter's. "Walk," He suggested, encouraging Walter to do as he's told and to not think too much. He did as instructed and tried moving in them. "...They're comfortable."
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Diana's brow is furrowed in thought and she taps a slender finger against her chin. "But it's missing something."
A look of realization dawns on her face. "Oh, I know. Go put that Vulpix shirt on. I'm just gonna grab something." She turns and walks off, ignoring the pleas of a clerk trying to explain she can't walk around the store in clothes she hasn't bought yet.
Whilst he's getting changed, there's a knock. Diana stands there, holding a faux brown leather jacket over the top of the door. "Here. Put this over it."
As she waits for him, she makes conversation through the door. "So, you said you had Vulpix...es?" She frowns. What even is the plural of Vulpix? "You got the white ones or the red ones?"
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like this. Much, much younger in fact; he looked his age, not like the thirty something ghost he had been. Darkness nodded his approval to Diana.
"Good. Very good." Walter didn't hide a small smile. This was...it felt good. And when he looked int he mirror, it did look good too. Even he could see the difference. He checked the back in case there was something there but it was plain. No surprise Arboks or anything like that.
"One of each. My white Vulpix hatched from the egg given by God, so she has a slightly different colouring. I have her with me." Jennifer perked up and chirped. Yes, Claudia is here too! She liked Claudia; she was a very sensible wise Pokemon, who had a sharp eye on Walter. "Do you have either of them?"
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"Very stylish." She chuckled to herself a little at him checking the back, amused that he didn't trust her. "We'll definitely add the jacket to the list."
Ignoring the God comment, to each their own after all, Diana nods. "Oh, I have both too. Emma and Evan. Emma kinda showed up last month out of nowhere to help me with Gaia and-" She cuts herself off and waves her hand. "Anyway, she stuck around."
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He slipped back into the changing room, changing back into the clothing he had worn beforehand. He had tried one of each of the different brands - sizes could vary after all - so he knew that what he had fit him now. He stepped out again, Jennifer immediately at his side and wagging her tail cutely. A thought struck him of the last time he had come shopping here, giving him an idea.
"Have you been to the roof yet?"
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She looks at him as drops the clothes on the counter and she digs her hand through her bag absentmindedly for her purse. "The roof? Erm, no. Why?"
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Darkness cawed his approval, bobbing his head. Yes, the roof! Why, from there he could see the home of his beautiful moonlight and their wonderful little stars~ "I will just need to stop by the TM shop. I had an idea for a gift for Doll before I came here."
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She follows him with no complaints. "Doll's the cutey you had with you at the festival, right?"
As they enter the TM department Diana looks over the large array of coloured CD's curiously. "Do you use TMs alot?" Honestly, she just taught Taunt to everyone she could because they said it was reusable.
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He looked over the selection and found the one he had in mind. TM83 - Infestation. He had told Doll and her eyes had gleamed at the idea, nodding eagerly. He took it to the counter and pulled out his wallet, paying using the money Diana had given him.
"...How is Petey?"
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She continued to peruse the display case, smirking at the one labelled 'Swagger' until Walter asked her a question.
"Lil' Petey? He's fine. I think, it's hard to tell sometimes." She pats the bag at her hip. "He's with me, but if I let him out in here he'd try to make off with all the CD. He loves stuff that reflects." Diana chuckles. "Maybe on the roof."
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They had spent quite a while shopping. The Sun wasn't setting yet but the shadows were long on the ground, and from up here it was pleasantly warm, with a soft, cooling breeze. Several drink and snack machines were lined up and a vendor offering muffins, cookies and sandwiches had been set up to capitalise on the summer weather. There were several tables and chairs lined out for people to sit and eat by the railings, where the occasional Pidove perched and searched for crumbs to pounce on.
And past those railings was a gorgeous view of Goldenrod City. The city was spread out below them like a toy set from this height, and it was possible to see the National Park and, on the other side of the building, Ilex Forest. While the sound of traffic drifted up it sounded distant, especially in contrast to the soft murmur of conversation from the other tables and the hoots of the Pidoves. Almost like the rooftop was isolated or suspended from the rest of the city.
Walter murmured an instruction to Darkness, who spread his wings to claim a table for them, and headed to the vendor to buy their food. "What would you like?" He asked Diana, choosing a sandwich from the selection.
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"Wow." Diana's gaze is instantly drawn to the view, her fingers itch to wrap around the railing and lean over the edge for a better look. Instead, she remains stood where she is, looking out at the city skyline. Goldenrod was where she first arrived all those months ago, but she'd never really seen it like this. Somehow she'd forgotten how to really appreciate being somewhere, she was always desperate to keep moving. To stop herself having that crushing feeling of being stuck.
Walter's question snaps her back to the moment. She looks at the selection and her lips press into a thin smile, a familiar feeling rolling in her stomach.
"How about you get me a sandwich?" Her hand is already delving into her pocket again.
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Darkness preened himself, looking over the city with sharp eyes. He soon found the building he was looking for; the infamous 'Sharkhouse', home to his mate and half of their children. As he groomed his feathers he kept an eye on Charlie. He didn't want the young Pokemon to go falling off the roof.
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Diana takes the bags to free Walter's hands and heads over to the table Darkness is saving for them. Tucking them under the seats, she instinctively reaches out to stroke Darkness the way she would Strut but stops herself in time.
"Sorry D." She smiles at him and sits down, flicking Charlie's 'ear' affectionately as she does.
Charlie chitters happily and moves closer to Diana, resting against her arm and tugging on the strap of her bag. "Alright, just let me eat first."
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Walter returned with a tray of their food and drinks, setting it out on the table and taking a seat opposite Diana. He looked over the railing, taking in the sight. This was one of his favourite places in Johto so far. When he had lived in Goldenrod, after being introduced to this spot, he had made a habit of coming here so he could feel...not quite alone, there was almost always someone up here. But distant. Separate from the people down there, so small and meaningless from this height.
Darkness hopped to Walter's side. "Lyra."
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"Lyra? Wasn't that his girlfriend?" She asks as she digs around in her bag and pulls out a PokeBall. A small flash and soon Petey's large eyes are bearing up at her. Charlie lets out a noise of excitement and greets the Pokemon, who continues to stare ahead.
"Say 'hi' to Walt, Petey." Diana mumbles around a mouthful of food.
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"Yes." Walter opened his sandwich and considered it, before nodding to him.
"Come back to me before the weekend." Darkness hopped forward and affectionately fussing with Walter's collar, accepting a rub under his chin before spreading his wings and taking off, soaring towards his love.
Walter watched him go quietly, but turned and nodded to Petey when the Espurr appeared. Jennifer took the seat beside Walter, sitting so she could peek over the tabletop. At the sight of Petey, her ears lowered. Espurrs were very strange. She never knew what to make of them.
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One. Two. Three pats.
Then Petey moves back towards Diana, who's just been watching the whole exchange in a rather bored fashion, and tugs on her bag strap the same way Charlie had been.
She finishes stuffing the rest of the sandwich into her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I've got a toy for you." Diana pulls out a small box of colourful geometric tiles, that Petey immediately takes and starts organizing on the table.
Charlie jumps up and hovers around, chirping with joy when Petey lets him place a piece.
Diana gives Walter a wry smile. "Kids, right?" She says with just the right tinge of sarcasm.
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"He seems..." He paused, trying to find the correct words. Autism wasn't well known of in the 80s, let alone in small, middle of the wood orphanages run by abusive cults. He could tell this wasn't...'damaged' behaviour. Petey wasn't acting like the frightened, truamatised kids Walter grew up around. But it wasn't typical behaviour either. He ate thoughtfully. "He seems different, to other Espurrs I've seen."
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