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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[doitrockapella]

[And he almost — almost — gets one back; after a long pause, a click of her own sounds, but then after a beat or two of rapid silence, it clicks off again.

No. Not her voice. He can't have that.

He'll probably understand that.]

Hat ein Nachtfalter lieben eine Flamme?

[explosivecombat]

It likely thought it could, at one point.

I should be back in Goldenrod City late tonight; my superior officer has ordered me to return. You should join me again sometime, when you aren't looking after your valuables.

1/2

[doitrockapella]

[Did he just—

...

Does he know what he just—]

[doitrockapella]

[Either way, this time it's the fact that the answer comes too quickly that gives her away.]

I don't like Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

...What's on your mind?

[doitrockapella]

I'm sentimental.

I know I'll regard whatever city you pick as "yours" from here on out, and I don't want it to be Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I wouldn't want it to be Goldenrod, either - I've always hated it there. It's convenient, but it's never been "mine" in any way.

[doitrockapella]

Then don't invite me there. Pick somewhere else.

[explosivecombat]

Mahogany Town.

That one is "mine." Always has been.

[doitrockapella]

You can have it.

I won't give you a riddle to where I'll be when I do, either. You'll just have to figure it out for yourself.

[explosivecombat]

Oh, come now, that's hardly fair.

[doitrockapella]

It's not my fault you're treading on thin ice with me, as far as that's concerned.

[explosivecombat]

Will you reconsider if I promise to actually have your flowers physically in my hands when I meet you?

[doitrockapella]

I haven't forgotten your face so easily. I'm sure I can spot you without the extra help.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I should hope not - I'm certainly never going to forget yours, after all.

[doitrockapella]

I suspect that has more to do with your memory than my memorability, but my ego is more than happy to accept the flattery anyway.

[explosivecombat]

Who said it can't be both?

[doitrockapella]

What kind of flowers?

[explosivecombat]

Lotuses. Red ones.

They have a certain importance to me.

[doitrockapella]

Is that a hint to wear red?

[explosivecombat]

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Do what suits you.

[doitrockapella]

What suits me isn't always what's best for me, you know.

[explosivecombat]

You never did explain what you meant by that, you know.

[doitrockapella]

Oh, I know.

I didn't feel like interrupting an important discussion just for the sake of talking about myself, earlier.

[explosivecombat]

Consider it appreciated - but that doesn't mean you can avoid it now, however.