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[gunslingerqueen]

Wanna continue a TFLN thread? Wanna text or call Nariko, or just play in general?

Here's the place to do it!

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[gunslingerqueen]

[They like snacks, and cuddling, and some of the ones she has seen out and about are so damn adorable. Are we entirely sure Nariko isn't a Pokemon???]

But, you said they have to be caught?

[hairrowing]

[they can also be trusting. but also not trusting. Nariko...might be, huh]

Yeah, they do. The ones who want to be caught come out and challenge you to a battle, more or less.

[gunslingerqueen]

I don't want one if I have to punch it into submission!

[hairrowing]

What? No, you won't-- you'll battle it with another Pokemon.

[gunslingerqueen]

[How is that any better?!]

I’d rather just feed them but, you know best. Some of them are so small and harmless looking …

[Speaking of food, she has to get some stuff out of the oven, wielding her own floral print mitts.]

[hairrowing]

Even harmless Pokemon can defend themselves. Don't underestimate them. And like I said, they won't approach unless they're curious, and more open to being caught.

[gunslingerqueen]

[A small 'hm' goes here, because that still seems odd, but every world has its customs and expectations so it isn't her place to judge. If the most important thing was to be gentle, then she could always do that much.]

If anything, this just proves I can't navigate this world without your help. So, that, on top of chores and protecting the home base, that should be enough, right?

[hairrowing]

....If you say so?

[he really isn't sure if that's...enough. that isn't really a whole lot from his perspective, and really, when he does make money it's absolutely going to Nariko whether she likes it or not]

[gunslingerqueen]

I do!

[And as they've already determined- she's the type to always get what she wants, so it works out! Most of the sides are done, and she begins looking for plates, full, savory scents wafting through the room.]

Which one do you think would suit me? Can we go after we eat?

[hairrowing]

[he'd been so mesmorized by the gentle motions of cooking, and the conversation, that it's like a miracle that everything's finally done. like magic]

Something strong, but gentle. And enjoys cuddling. Maybe a dragon type...or water. We can go after we eat if you want.

[gunslingerqueen]

[There's types! And elements!!!]

A water type, huh? [The irony is palpable, but she grins.] And yeah, I absolutely do! But first...

[Trying to figure out a main dish in a world that lacked traditional animals just like her own wasn't impossible, but it'd been a little challenging! Still, she's a good cook even with a severe handicap.]

Let's eat!

[hairrowing]

[his mouth is watering. and yes, he has barricaded the door so the members of team Skull can't get in and intrude on this moment!! a guy's gotta be careful and protect his friends.]

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Far be it from her to complain but she does snicker at the sight of the barricaded door.]

There's a restaurant near my hotel that's got an opening for a junior chef.

[And if what she's prepared is any indication, it's a fitting role, though...]

I've just never had a job before soooo!

[hairrowing]

Oh?

[it's a big time indication-- he isn't actually quiet, that's a miracle! he'll occasionally hum with happiness with every bite]

But didn't you build stuff before this? That's a job.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She can't answer immediately because every hum quite literally produces a little sparkle of glimmering, neon-flecked something around her. It's harmless. Mostly just weird to look at as she beams his way.]

Yeah, but I didn't need the money, and if I ever did a bad job or failed it wouldn't have bothered anything.

[She tastes room for improvement in her own cooking, sighing around a spoonful before:]

If I'm going to stay here then I have to make money the normal way, which means I have to, like, try. There's no inheritance to save my ass. I'll produce enough currency to get us into the apartment and set up for two months but after that, I'll be doing it the good old-fashioned way!

[hairrowing]

Hmmm..

[he gets that. it's hard, making money on your own. starting over when you started from, well, something.]

Alright. I'll see what I can do.

[apparently they're back at that again]

[gunslingerqueen]

What exactly are you going to try and do?

[You see this face?! It is the face of adoring but extremely intense suspicion!!!]

[hairrowing]

Don't worry about it.

[not even looking up]

[gunslingerqueen]

[An inevitable shifting, her body leans, even if he doesn't look up it's obvious that she's invading his space.

If he does, then he has to face a set of genuine, wounded kitten eyes, obscenely close.]

Of course I'm going to worry when you act like this.

[hairrowing]

[oh he knows, and he still isn't looking at her save from the corners of those green eyes of his]

Like what?

[gunslingerqueen]

[She is not afraid to get even closer.]

All mysterious and buttoned up and absolutely failing to practice your healthy communication skills!

[hairrowing]

Buttoned up?

[he's looking up now, his eyes twinkling bemusedly]

I dress pretty casually.

[gunslingerqueen]

[That is absolutely not what she meant and they both know it but,]

Your eyes are really pretty!

[hairrowing]

Mmm? Thanks, I guess...

[gunslingerqueen]

Man, you really are formidable.

[Not even a startle! The compliment was still genuine, though. He gets his space soon enough at the cost of a low, childishly aggravated hum.]

You can't tell me not to worry, Gladion, if I don't know what you're going to be up to. Just don't push yourself over this, okay?