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[In the morning, Miles' alarm will ring. And ring. And ring, before it turns itself off. Downstairs his Pokémon are helping themselves to a breakfast he prepared for them the night before. Remus is rolling around in the living room, but the house looks rather empty with the absence of a large, firey dog to fill the space.
Miles has not been home since yesterday.]
[video: Dec. 28 @ 6:59 a.m.]
[The video begins with a clattering noise as the gear tumbles onto tiled floor of Goldenrod's Pokémon Center. It records at a weird angle for a while, staring at a ceiling and the underside of a table (covered in gum! ewwww), and a pile of books threatening to fall to the floor as well.
When he gets up from his seat to retrieve the fallen Gear, Miles looks like he just woke up from a stressful nap. A long, uncomfortable one, since he'd been asleep at the table since last night. He's actually a little surprised nobody kicked him out.
He scrubs his eyes and snatches the gear up, frowning and in a terrible mood. He stares at the camera.]
. . .
[Then, with a sigh, he shakes his head and turns his frown into a less unpleasant expression. Maybe he's grimacing.]
I've yet to give my thanks for the gifts I received this holiday.
Um... Thank you. I hope everybody has a pleasant end of the year.
[In the morning, Miles' alarm will ring. And ring. And ring, before it turns itself off. Downstairs his Pokémon are helping themselves to a breakfast he prepared for them the night before. Remus is rolling around in the living room, but the house looks rather empty with the absence of a large, firey dog to fill the space.
Miles has not been home since yesterday.]
[video: Dec. 28 @ 6:59 a.m.]
[The video begins with a clattering noise as the gear tumbles onto tiled floor of Goldenrod's Pokémon Center. It records at a weird angle for a while, staring at a ceiling and the underside of a table (covered in gum! ewwww), and a pile of books threatening to fall to the floor as well.
When he gets up from his seat to retrieve the fallen Gear, Miles looks like he just woke up from a stressful nap. A long, uncomfortable one, since he'd been asleep at the table since last night. He's actually a little surprised nobody kicked him out.
He scrubs his eyes and snatches the gear up, frowning and in a terrible mood. He stares at the camera.]
. . .
[Then, with a sigh, he shakes his head and turns his frown into a less unpleasant expression. Maybe he's grimacing.]
I've yet to give my thanks for the gifts I received this holiday.
Um... Thank you. I hope everybody has a pleasant end of the year.