maskormenacelogs | And they were roommates...(Closed-ish)

[It's been a long time since Red's had roommates. In fact, De Chima #005 has sat mostly empty for the last five months or so, at least. Well, if you count a house full of everything from house cats to dragons "empty", anyway. The animals - a chihuahua, two house cats (one of which will tear you apart for even looking in its direction unless you're Red), and parrot - have gotten pretty used to roaming freely about the house. Likewise, the large Pokémon rule the backyard (and occasionally make their way inside as well). It's most likely that the newbies will run into Pikachu first - that little rat is always looking for attention, whether it be negative or positive. He might run up to butt you in the ankles with its head, knock a cup out of your hand, or even give you a little shock (nothing more than a bit of static). No doubt it's trainer will be running up behind it, waving his hands in a silent apology only moments later. Good luck trying to get him to talk, though. Has this guy even said a word to you since you've arrived? At least he'll wave, but with a face that flat, it might be a little hard to tell how genuine he's being at first. If you've known Red for more than a couple of days, though, you should know by now that he's just about the friendliest guy you'll ever meet, always cooking up meals for the house (he takes requests, by the way) and trying to keep his obnoxious boyfriend's attitude in check.]

((Ooc: Feel free to interact with Red or any of his creatures and I'll respond accordingly. Just tried to make this as general and open as possible.))

[ Hold up.

There are dragons in the backyard???

It's not something she noticed at first, trying to get into the house and locked into solitude (to have her quiet frustrated breakdown over losing years this time out, scrambling for anchors she's long-since lost, trying not to contaminate anything with her despair that she can't destroy later) as quickly as possible. In fact, it's not until she's adjusting the blinds against a rising sun that she catches sight of movement outside — and the shock of it has her releasing the draw-cord, blinds dropping with a careless clatter against the window's ledge.

Her reaction is swift, careless. She forgets to close her door, forgets the locks, and her descent of the stairs is an uncharacteristically quick thump-thump-thump of shoes skipping steps. No coat before heading out into the frigid winter air, but she barely notices the goosebumps forming when she takes in the sight of the great monsters so inexplicably at ease on the fenced-off suburban lawn.

She's speechless.

Where her reaction to people is hostile, closed-off, and tense at every turn, in the presence of only the great beasts, she seems an entirely different person. Awe propels her steps, footfalls soft in the grass. There's a quiet longing and sadness to the curves of her shoulders, in the way her closed lips pull back between her teeth. Even without the months in void, it had been a long time since she'd been in the company of monsters; much, much longer still from when they were her duty, her destiny. Her only friends.

She kneels in the grass, a couple yards away from the flower-bearing beast; she folds her legs beneath her as she sits, her gloved hands settling neatly in her lap. She is not afraid of them, no matter their size, their number, their power. She has always been an emissary of monsters; a warrior of dragons. She hopes she'll make a good impression. ]

Hello. [ Already five hundred thousand times nicer than she's been to any of the humans here tbh. ] Is this place where you live now, or are you only visiting? [ She even smiles when she says it. ] When I was brought back to this world, this is where I was assigned to live. I hope you all won't mind... It's very nice to meet you.

[ Please like her. ]

Urrr? [It's Charizard that makes the first curious sound, turning to face the girl, flaming tail swinging just past her as he does so. He almost looks to be sizing her up, a brow raised, eyes narrowed but not necessarily judgmental. One of Red's friends, he guesses, or maybe Blue's.

[Blastoise wanders up behind the dragon, nudging it roughly to get his own look. The two seem to bicker for a moment, grumbling as they shove each other back and forth, but it's all very playful, really. Still, while the two are distracting each other with their own conversation, it's Venusaur that eventually reaches out to the girl. Timid and gentle as always, the beast doesn't make eye contact as it slips one vine over to brush against her hand, letting out a low, bashful grumble as it rakes one of its massive feet against the grass.]

[ It's with fondness that she watches the two beasts grumble and bristle against one another, shoving each other like young boys more concerned with besting the other than actually going first — but even with her limited periphery, the touch from the third doesn't take her by surprise. Ruka doesn't grip the vine that passes over her palm, but her fingers do curl slightly. It's light pressure, a return of contact, without any inclination for restraint. There's no direct contact, not with her gloves on, but even through that she can tell that the vine is more plant than flesh.

It makes her heart ache, in the deep dark parts she'd like to forget.

But the way it kicks at the ground only makes her smile. Maybe she's not the only nervous one here. ]

I like your flower. It must have taken you a long time to grow, huh?

[ She will never be this nice to people. ]

[Venusaur's eyes move up slowly to meet Ruka's gaze. If dinosaurs could blush, it probably would be. It lets out another low grumble, massive head nodding as it takes a step closer, curling its vine around her hand in a reflection of her own action - no inclination of restraint.]

[Max knows all about dealing with the strange things housemates can have around, especially after years spent living in the D.E.L.T.A. dorms, but this is a bit much. At least his room is off limits, since he doesn't want to keep a barrier shield going even when he's sleeping--that never ends well for his mood come morning--but the house isn't that big and it feels a little crowded.

But hey, he's the newbie so he'll get over it eventually.

As long as the animals aren't trying to eat his food. He stares down the...whatever the yellow little animal it is, that is watching him at the stove.]

Bruh, are you eyeing my bacon? [Not that he would blame it if it was, since bacon is amazing.]

Pika pika?

[He is eyeing your bacon, sir, but it's not for the reason that you might thing. Pikachu isn't terribly interested in the food. It's you that he's curious about - and staring at your bacon seems to have gotten him precisely the attention he was looking for (and also, if all goes well, possibly some bacon).]

Pika-pika. [The little yellow rat chirps a second time, its tail twitching as it scoots a bit closer on the counter, making eye contact with Max, hoping that its natural charm and good looks will get the better of him.]

[Pika pika? He's not sure if it's a rat or some kind of squirrel-rabbit. Cute, but weird. Something about it feels...kind of familiar. But maybe his body is still getting used to all the weird energies that are leaking out of everyone in this place. He isn't about to be swayed by that cuteness, though.]

Sorry, this is my bacon. You're adorably weird, but I don't share bacon. Huge food lover, here.

[He turns to go back to flipping the bacon as it sizzles in the skillet.]

Pikaaaaa.

[Food lover or not, Pikachu will be having none of this rejection. He reaches over with his tiny little paw to whap at Max's hand, undaunted by the hot skillet.]

Hey! [Thankfully Max has pretty honed reflexes, so he jerks back to avoid being hit, but not enough to avoid the grease coming up out of the pan right toward the little rat-bunny's head.]

Shit! [His eyes widen and he refuses out quickly with a hand covered in a blue, glowing energy to block the contact.]

Pika?

[The little rat jumps back onto the counter once it notices the grease flying - it's pretty used to dodging by now, even without Max's help, but the blue energy makes it tilt its head curiously to the side, little pika brow furrowing.

[Then it grins a bit, shuffling backward a few more feet before it lets a few sparks fly from its cheeks - nothing that would get anywhere near Max, but if he's going to show of his powers, Pikachu wants to show of its own.]

[ The girl is weird. There's no getting around it. She arrives in silence and doesn't ask which rooms are taken; she somehow determines which rooms are occupied without asking, looking to pick her room by how the doorknob feels against her bare palm, and keeping the door locked at all times thereafter. She only seems to use the kitchen once a day — and never takes any food offered her, no matter how politely — and doesn't spend much time in the living room at all. She commandeers the most out-of-the-way of the multiple bathrooms, not by asking or staking a claim, but by keeping it locked at all times.

Seriously, who installs three deadbolts on a bathroom? There aren't even keyholes for them on the door's exterior, how the hell does she unlock it? Or lock it in the first place? It's the same with her bedroom: locks are installed, but there's nowhere to put a key. When did she even have the tools to do it? There was definitely never any sound of power tools putting those holes into the wood in the first place. It's weird.

If you actually manage to run into her somewhere in the house — cooking quietly at two in the morning, or skimming her communicator while waiting for the dryer to finish — the first impression is stark. She's small, physically: only clearing about five-four, and slight in limb and weight. Her complexion is pallid, like someone who hasn't seen a sunny day in years. The overall look is frail, brittle, as though just touching her wrong or at all might be enough to break her bones.

Of course, none of that stands out nearly as much as her face. Her hair is a shock of light green-blue, sea foam, too vibrant to be called "pastel" but not by much; it hangs loose around her cheeks and shoulders, falling well down to her mid-back. Her eye is a strange shade of amber, a bright enough olive-yellow to seem off, to stand out, but not far enough to seem inhuman.

If the other eye matches, however, is anyone's guess: her left eye is always covered by something. A medical wrap of gauze the first couple of days, and after that a series of eye patches, progressively larger and, in a word, fancier as time goes by. It seems to match her overall fashion: she keeps high collars and long sleeves no matter how well-heated the house is, and seems to be wearing gloves no matter the task, but at the same time wears high-cut shorts and low-cut shoes no matter how cold it is outside. It's weird.

Wherever it is you find her in the house, it's probably a surprise. If you're coming into the kitchen or the laundry, she seems to know you're coming no matter how quiet your tread, and crossing the threshold presents you a girl with her shoulders tense, an irritable glance from her visible eye. Did you even know there was a girl living here? It's the first time you've seen her.

Or maybe the weirdness has gotten you curious — maybe you do actually want to know what her deal is, why it seems like she doesn't like you (or anybody, or anything) — and you're waiting in the kitchen for her predictable arrival, or outside the bathroom to figure out how the heck she locks it, or even the respectable approach of directly knocking on her bedroom door.

Regardless of the circumstances, the first look she gives you is tired, sour, eye half-lidded and mouth drawn in a line. Her greeting is always the same: ]

What?

Uhm.

[Blue is in his boxers (or are they his? they seem to fit a little loose); it is, as a matter of fact, 3 in the morning, and when he stumbled in through the front door (that being at 1 AM), he was apparently plastered enough that he didn't even notice Ruka in the kitchen as he teetered down the hall towards one of the bathrooms- the one without the deadbolts, obviously. This was followed by the most politely quiet episode of drunk-vomiting one can possibly muster at 1 in the morning. After that, he disappeared to one of the bedrooms for a little bit, but now he seems to have been intending to sneak down to the kitchen for some late-night grub or drink, because he looks a little caught-out.]

[He squints his eyes slowly and rubs a hand in his mussed-up, spiky shock of hair, in some attempt to recall, or comprehend perhaps, but before he can say anything more there's a tiny vulpine creature pattering down the hall after him that marches up to Ruka first. Eevee cocks his head, looking between Blue, then back to the new girl in the house.]

Vu vui? [The creature seems to be addressing her directly, even gesturing with a paw.]

[ Somehow, this isn't the worst living situation she's had to endure. Cooking stills at his entrance as the wave of his nausea ripples through the house, like the noxious scent of an open dumpster rolling lazily down the road. She has to brace her palms against the edge of the sink to steady herself until whoever that was clears his system. Even if she manages to resume cooking after that, it takes a while for her appetite to return — so by the time he's done with his depressive power-nap, she's just about finished cleaning up her dishes. Hey, it's easier to hide that you're the awful anti-social roommate when you don't leave evidence behind.

Boxers Boy gets gets an especially sour look to freeze him at the kitchen doorway. She's not inclined to wait much for an answer, either, already pulling her gloves back on. If she has to physically push him out of the doorway so she can leave, she doesn't want to risk bare skin contact. The plan is well and firm in mind; his silent stupor should give her an easy opening to get past him. But when she takes her first step toward the doorway, it's the sound of smaller feet that halts her own. She looks down.

Oh.

Oh.

The change is instantaneous; once she spots the little beast, she doesn't spare Boxers Boy another glance. She descends in an immediate crouch; with the way her hair falls, he probably can't even see the soft little smile that crosses her face. ]

Hi there. [ Wow that was a very different tone than the what he got, jeez. Girls always like the cute pokemon more, huh? Soft, and gentle, and maybe a little sad. ] We haven't met, have we? I just moved in.

[ She offers the little creature her hand — whether to smell it or for it to shake hers, that's up to it to decide. ]

It's nice to meet you.

[Blue's expression at Eevee's cooing changes to one of slight scolding; he might not understand Pokémon's language like Red now can, but any trainer can understand at least the gist of what their team members are saying, especially a veteran team. His voice drawls, rough with sleep and hangover.] Oi, Eevee, don't be rude--

[Well, so much for that, as he's promptly and obviously ignored. His face falls into flat annoyance, but it's slight, like the face of one who is suspiciously used to this exact reaction...]

[As for Eevee, Ruka immediately dropping into his space earn her a headcock, but no lesser amount of boldness in the little creature. His paw outstretches again, and plops right into hers. A shake, it is.] Eevui! [He chirps again, bushy tail wagging a few times behind him. Introductions made, he turns around again to Blue, who is mid-eyeroll, and gestures backwards. And this is his human.] Vui!

...Sorry, I din'.... uh, know Red got new roomies. My bad. [The man mumbles, at least having the decency to hide himself behind the doorframe by this point.] I'm his boyfriend, Blue. That's Eevee, he's one of my Pokémon. I guess you prob'ly met Red's by now...?

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[ Eevee, huh? Cute. She wraps her hand gently around the paw and gives it a firm little shake before letting go. She watches the way he moves, his energy, his mood. It's not until the creature gestures back to Boxers Boy that she looks up again. Oh. He's still here?

The friendly mood she displayed to the monster cools significantly, and Ruka doesn't make any move to stand just yet.

Still. Red and Blue? Are those nicknames, or...? Her eye narrows, then closes, and she deliberately shrugs one shoulder. Her tone changes, too, but isn't actually as hostile as before. Now she simply sounds bored. ]

It's a small house. [ No it isn't. ] But I've certainly seen less of Red than I have of you, at this point.

[ A pointed look. Please put on a shirt. ]

[Eevee, being the Naughty boy he is, moves with bravado like he owns the place- much like his trainer, usually, which was only natural when they'd been together since childhood- but maybe a bit of bashfulness was to be expected. Especially when he's not wearing much, at the moment.]

[Blue, to his credit(?), blushes at the comment and inches ever slightly more behind the doorframe.] I said my bad... [He mutters, then gestures to Eevee with a beckoning hand.] Hey, let 'er finish cooking in peace...

Red's-- [Blue bites his lip, unsure of how much to say to someone he's just met; but if they're going to be living together--] He's ...quiet. With people. So don't expect much, either.

But he's not gonna give you any trouble. [That, quite clearly, will be this one. Eevee makes a huffy whine (aw c'mon, just let him get some free food!), but starts to pad back towards Blue.]

I finished a while ago.

[ NO THANKS TO YOUR ALCOHOL POISONING, BLUE. As Eevee turns away, Ruka finally pushes back to her feet, a low ache in her knees for the prolonged position. ]

But if you're hungry, I'm sure I can find something to tide you over.

[ She is..... obviously..... not talking to Blue with that offer..... wow. Jerk.

It's after that she gives Blue another sidelong look, tilting her head. Hers is a measuring gaze, though it's hard to tell what she's looking for. Even she doesn't fully know. In the end, she shrugs again — unnaturally deliberate. ]

I don't expect anything from people.

No thanks, 'm just gonna go back to bed. [Blue replies, just as easily missing that obvious social cue. Eevee stops and wags at the prospect of a treat, patiently sitting half-distance between them. You had him at 'hungry', Ruka.]

[That comment gets a weird look from Blue- it's not judging, but it's not comprehending, either, not the look of someone feeling sorry for her, or insulted, or much else but a little confused. He shrugs it off pretty quickly, though; it's far too late and his head pounds far too much for him to worry over it at the moment.]

[And besides, that kind of sentiment wasn't exactly unheard of in his world, either.]

Uh, 'kay, well, Eevee don't eat too much and get sick before bed, okay? [He glances up at Ruka again.] He likes spicy food.

[While DC005 has only officially had one occupant for a little while, one of its neighbors is friendly enough that you're bound to see him every day. Blue Oak's official home is two doors down, in DC007, and the Pokémon that similarly roam that yard make that clear enough- but given the cross-pollination of sorts between these two households, it's just a matter of life that in either yard you're bound to see a walking palm tree come lumbering into the yard now and then, or come home to find a gigantic, tiger-striped dog taking over the entire couch. At least they all seem pretty friendly.]

[As for their owner, as far as livingspace is concerned, you won't have to worry about Blue being in your assigned bedroom; he retires to Red's room every night, and that's where he stumbles out of in the morning. That said, you might find him cooking dinner in the evenings sometimes, and while he's not as readily friendly about sharing as Red is, he's a lot more chatty. Get used to his obnoxious questions, the abrasive bragging, and the constantly competitive dickwaving. How is it that a guy so annoying is shacking up with that mild-mannered roommate of yours? Well, he never seems to be outright malicious with his insults, it's just that he doesn't seem to have any filter.]

[At least he might be entertaining.]
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[ooc; HEY GUYS if you could do me a favor and drop by Blue's permissions post to assign your character a typing when you tag in, it'd be much appreciated! TY!!]

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((ooc: apologies for the late on this!))

[It takes Sam a while to find De Chima #005, much to his embarrassment. One would think it would be easier, but he didn't come from a world that assigned numbers to homes so hence the confusion. He doesn't know what to expect or whom to expect when he enters the building, but Sam wanted to meet new people and learn as much as possible about them.

Sam isn't sure about the customs of this world just yet, wondering if he should bring a gift along or some other token of greeting. Not that he could bring much as he had no coin to his name, but perhaps Sam could make up for it later when he did.]

Hello?

[Given all of that, Sam almost certainly does not expect an over-excited Chihuahua to flail excitedly in his direction and promptly start peeing on the ground by his feet.

[Red comes running up after the little dog, looking a little mortified as he scoops him up and...holds him out in front of himself like a dirty diaper.

[He holds up one finger at Sam, brbs to put the little dog outside where it can piddle in peace, and then jogs back into the living room with a bundle of paper towels so he can start cleaning up.

[In all of this confusion, he conveniently forgets to introduce himself or, in fact, greet Sam in any sort of proper fashion. But, then again, that's Red for you. The thought strikes him after a moment, though, and he jumps, looking back up at the man from the floor, apparently alarmed, and puts up both his hands, bows his head in apology.

[And then, he's...off again...brb...

[A quick hand wash and he's back in the living room, breathing a bit hard from running around so much, and! Waving! Finally! Hello new roommate!

[Still doesn't introduce himself, though.]

[It's the strangest and smallest animal that Sam has ever seen in his life. He doesn't say anything to it nor the person who comes following after the dog, watching as the animal was picked up.

He was about to say who he was before Red leaves and takes the animal with him before shortly returning. It made sense that he was cleaning up after the animal and of course cleaning up after himself when he disappears again.

Sam is patient, waiting for Red to come back before offering him a smile.]

Hello there. My name is Sam. Sam Tarly. I think this is where I am supposed to live according to the piece of paper I was given.

Is this your home?

[Red nods, and then, the actual strangest "animal" Sam has probably ever seen runs up - a small yellow rat-looking creature that leaps onto Red's shoulder with a curious:]

Pik-aaa-chu?

[Red seems entirely unfazed by this. He points to himself.] Red. [Then to Pikachu, which introduces itself:] Pik-a-chu!

[He stares at the yellow creature for the longest time, trying to work out if he's ever seen anything like it in the books he's read. As far as Sam can tell, the animal is well-trained.

What he wasn't expecting was it speaking. Or, at the very least, something other than a growl or a bark.]

Oh, heavens. How can- [Sam begins, trying to think.] Is that it's name? Pee-ka-chew? [After a moment.] And Red. Hello. Nice to meet you.

[Pikachu affirms it before Red can, repeating its name while little sparks of electricity ripple on its cheeks.] Pika-chu!

[Then, Red nods in turn, tipping his hat in greeting - effectively an "and you".]

He's a Pokémon. [May as well get that explanation out of the way now - though, it's not really a very good one.]

[Sam watches the sparks appear out of seemingly nowhere, then decides that the little animal must have some kind of magic.]

We don't have Pokémon in my world. There are dragons though. Do you have dragons where you're from?

[Dragons, you say?

[Red nods, grabbing the tip of his hat as he does so. Then, he turns, waving for Sam to follow him, and then heads toward the backyard.

[Outside stands not only a dragon, but a couple of his pals as well.

[He points to Charizard, a soft smile appearing on his lips - the grin of a proud father (though it's really not much of a grin - Red's rbf game is strong).]

[His curiosity gets the better of Sam as he follows after Red, not even questioning where he might be leading him to. Is he really going to see dragons? Sam hopes so.

Once he is outside in the backyard, Sam takes a good look at the animals in front of him, the dragon in particular. He turns to Red with a bright smile, clearly delighted.]

They're amazing! Can I go over to them?

[ It's several days after Sam's settled in that he meets this housemate. The winter sun sets early, and the night chill settles well before seven; lights speckle through the windows for streetlamps and neighboring houses, but the sky is a dim orange for heavy clouds reflecting the city below.

Maybe he's coming upstairs to retrieve something from his bedroom, or even retire for the night — but at the far end of the hall, a panel in the ceiling drops to reveal a bare wooden stairway, leading into the darkness above. Did he know this house had an attic? Well, he does now. And there's a housemate he definitely hadn't seen before now descending those stairs. The girl doesn't seem quite yet twenty, but nearly so, and her strange attire makes it difficult to focus on any one part. Her hair might be the most striking, a pale ocean green tied up in a messy bun; after that, it's the swatch of red fabric covering her left eye and a sizeable portion of her brow and cheek. Long sleeves, high collar, and gloves in soft pastel hues, but paired with denim jeans much too hopeful for Virginian winter. She's carrying a large rectangular canvas, unframed, but the angle she's holding it doesn't let him see what's painted upon it.

It's certainly a look, if nothing else.

At three steps from the base she stops, finally noticing his presence. Her visible eye narrows, a momentary questioning look crossing her face, but it subsides into something more neutral very quickly. ]

Uh. [ A pause; the canvas twists ever-so-slightly in her grip to maintain its secrecy. ] Hi.

[ Another pause. ]

I suppose you live here, too?

[ Would it kill her to at least try to sound friendly? ]

[ He was actually about to go to his bed, not to sleep, but to think. Sam was still coming to terms with being in a world so different from his own and only having two people from that world with him. He's glad that Jon and Edd were here with him.

As for the attic? Sam was not aware of that. He also wasn't aware of this other roommate, who was dressed rather strangely. Like the majority of people in this world. It's something that Sam has accepted, mostly because he has no other choice.

Part of him was curious about the canvas she was holding, but he makes no move to take a look at it. ]

Hello there. [ Sam gives her a small wave, accompanied with a smile. ] I do, yes. I arrived a few days ago.

My name is Sam.

[ She doesn't smile in return. Instead, her head tilts ever so slightly, the weighing measure of her gaze remaining steady. He's a bit older than her, best she can tell, but beyond that, she's not sure what yet to make of him. Friendly, it seems, at least in these first few moments.

But how much has that ever said about a person? She knows better than to trust a first, second, thirtieth impression at face value. ]

Charmed.

[ He gave her his name, but she hasn't offered one in return. A delay, in the reply; seconds pass, her expression hard to read, but it eventually settles with her one eye closing and her shoulders coming up for a deliberate shrug. ]

You can call me Luna.

[ Technically not lying........ ]

I did too. Arrive, I mean, a little while ago.

Are you adjusting alright?

Luna. [He repeats with a nod.] I've never heard of that name before.

[It reminds him of 'lunar' which makes Sam think about the moon and he has to stop himself from straying too far down that rabbit hole and unintentionally ignoring his company.]

I think I am. Everyone has been very kind and taken time to explain this strange new world to me. It is different to what I'm used to.

There are also people from my home here so that's a good thing. [Another smile.] Do you like it here?

[ The painting remains tilted away from his view, but she does listen. Strange and different tells part of a story; it's hard to guess by how much, but time displacement is usually the safest guess. Not alone from his home, but not specifically family or friends. Private? Or something else?

It's never easy to tell. ]

It's not usually a name suited for people.

[ And she should start picking up some extra ones, she thinks, to cycle through; she should consider dyeing her hair again, or maybe investing in some colored wigs, or something... even a cursory physical description is good enough to ID her. ]

I can't say I do, no. I mean, the house is decent, I suppose, but I don't really...

[ Jeez, how can she put it? ]

... There aren't many things I do like. This world will never be one of them.

[ ... nailed it. ]

[ Sam would be fine with telling her about where he was from and how it differed from this place. Now didn't seem like the right time - there was a lot to get into. There were also things that he would be reluctant to share with a stranger. Dark and terrible things which still haunted Sam on occasion.

He doesn't linger on that for too long though, listening to what Luna had to say. Sam was interested to find out how she felt and compare it to what others have told him. Learning as much as he could is important to him, no matter where he ended up.

Luna's admission does catche Sam a little by surprise.]

Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Did something happen to make you not like this world?

[ He's as tactful as possible when asking the question of her. ]

And they were roommates...(Closed-ish)

Red + Pokémon/Animals

monster quest

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sorry about the delay on this

Ruka | a perfect ray of sunshine

SURPRISE you get this asshole first (he doesn't even go here)

QUELLE SURPRISE

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Blue (it's a package deal)

Sam Tarly | So very confused

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i am so sorry

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sorry for the wait!

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sorry for the long wait - i lost the notif!

oh dw that happens to me all the time

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