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[miniworth]

[ Forward-Dated to the evening of September 15, Thursday, nearing twilight ]

[ The video turns on, and Miles looks concerned. It's just about nearing sunset in Goldenrod right now, the streetlights and store signs flickering to life, and the sky a deep red-orange overhead. He's alone. There is no sign of Ken Amada, but there is no comment on that.

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[4leafcleaver]

[Clover is not leaving the Center until you do, Miles. She's sitting on a chair close by, and her Roselia is currently occupying a little stool. And Auste will assume that the poor girl also got shocked trying to sort things out by herself before deciding that one eighteen-year-old is still not enough to deal with a crazy Mareep.

Also, Clover is going to bury all that worry under so much scolding and grumbling and this frowny face. But she'll give in to the worry later.]

...

I told you I was gonna come with you. But did you listen? Nooooooo. And now look what happened.

[An exasperated sigh. She leans back. The Roselia is a far more accurate epitome of worry.]

[miniworth]

[ He rolls over, slowly, to face her. His face is a lot of tired and grumps. ]

Mm, if we both got hurt like this, it'll be hard to take them on walks. [ The Espeon harrumphs at Clover. ]

[4leafcleaver]

[Clover is grumpy too, and will glare at the Espeon first before answering.

She balls her bandaged hands into fists - then winces, completely spoiling the effect. The Roselia raises his flower-hands, but Clover shakes her head at him.]

Ugh, that thing needs to be sent to a boot camp for Pokémon!

[miniworth]

I don't think that would help.

[ Miles is just quiet, like he's been ever since Ken left the group. With his newly evolved Pokémon--he's a little curious why it's an Espeon, but since the sun's yet to set, he figures it was still considered "daytime"--crawls under his arm, and he pets her head. ]

[shellderkillder]

[Hey, so Shelly figured he'd pay Miles a visit...

... And he's there now.

Standing there. Awkwardly.

... There's a strong possibility he has lost the hang of the mysterious art known as "talking to someone you like face-to-face".]

[miniworth]

[ He's a mess. His hands are rolled in bandages, and he's got a nice gauze on his face. Viola Cadaverini would be sent on a run for her money, if she tried to compete in "best mummy" against him. The absence of Ken, after nine months of being stuck with glue, is also painfully obvious.

Miles raises a tired eyebrow when he sees Shelly. ]

... Hello.

[shellderkillder]

Well... Considering you were hit by lightning, you could be much worse.

[miniworth]

[ He grimaces. ] Were you worried?

[usedrage]

[Repeated calls. Miles has had them for the last twenty minutes. Ken's trying not to look worried, but failing. Hard.]

... Nemesis could probably take that Mareep. Do you want to borrow her?

[miniworth]

[ Charred, singed, bandaged, and now leaning back against a pile of pillows on his bed. Miles shakes his head at Ken's offer. ]

I won't take him out of the Ball for a while. When I do, I'll have Tal with me.

[usedrage]

Are you sure? [He wants to help, but he can't be there ;; he is all the upset.]

[miniworth]

[ A nod. ;; ] Thank you though.

[phoenix_temple]

[Guess who is also visiting you, Miles 8( A blonde who is very worried.]

[miniworth]

[ Yay visitors. He waves tiredly. ] Good evening.

[phoenix_temple]

How are you feeling? [deja vu deja vu DEJA VU D8]

[miniworth]

I'm... [ He glances at bandages. ] Alright, I guess.

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[itsthebutz]

[Even Larry looks worried when he responds to this. gdit Miles stop getting hurt.]

What happened?

[video]

[miniworth]

[ O-oh Larry. ]

That Mareep has always been really violent.

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[itsthebutz]

Ssssssoooo I noticed.

Whose Mareep was that?

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[miniworth]

He's belonged to a lot of trainers before me, but I think it originally belonged to somebody who already doesn't remember she had him.