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Post by Michiko Sakura on Jan 22, 2014 22:41:28 GMT -5
It had been a month since Michi had first left her home after finally learning the truth about her par-...about Hana and Ken. Even after Sora had told her the truth, it was still hard to believe that the people who she had thought were her parents....had only wanted to use her. The thought alone made her sick to her stomach...it hurt, more than words could say. Everything she knew had been a lie and it was all Michi could do not to break down and cry. Then again, the Ponyta Pokemorph had been crying a lot these days...only Sora helped her get through it...at least the Starly understood what she was going through, all that she had suffered. Walking down the street, Michi shivered slightly, pulling her jacket closer to her as she did so. It was getting colder lately and Michi was finding it harder to find somewhere warm to sleep at nights. Not many people were friendly when they discovered that she was a Pokemorph...besides that, Michi couldn't keep the shield up for very long still. The emotions around her, especially in the city were overwhelming at times and she couldn't handle it for very long before getting sick again. That was why Michi wanted to find her parents...her real parents as quickly as possible. Maybe they would be able help her control it, at least, that was what Michi hoped would happen. So lost was she in her thoughts that Michi didn't realize that she was walking an all too familiar path. When she finally did realize where her feet had taken her, Michi's heart plummeted. The small pokecenter was one she recognized all too well, it was the center that Kelly, or Caleb, worked at. How Michi had started calling the pokedoctor 'Kelly', she couldn't quite remember but he hadn't objected to the nickname and thus it had stuck. Still, even if Michi's memories of Kelly were fond, happy memories, it only meant that she had gotten lost yet again and backtracked. Michi sighed and rubbed her temple, hoping to ease the headache that was no doubt a side effect of the ever increasing burden the negative emotions had on her. The shield was beginning to waver already...she didn't have much time before it would fall. Great...as if she didn't have enough to worry about already...if that fell, she would be the equivalent of an emotional receiver for everyone in the vicinity. Thankfully there weren't many people in the area...even if the shield did fall at least the adverse effects wouldn't be that great. Perhaps she could just stop in and see Kelly again...it had been so long since she last saw him after all. Truth be told, Michi missed him...Kelly had always been able to cheer her up, even when things were bad. Maybe...maybe he would be able to help her... At the very least it would be better than staying out in the cold. The Ponyta Pokemorph was about to step inside when she heard footsteps approaching. Fear wrapped its icy tendrils around her heart, stopping her cold in her tracks. She couldn't move, could hardly breathe...what if her pare-...what if Ken found her again... No...no, she couldn't go back there, not again. The seconds turned to minutes before Michi's feet finally listened to her and allowed her to move. Seizing the opportunity, Michi hid in the shadow of the alley and waited, desperately hoping that she wouldn't be found...at least not yet.
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Post by Caleb Quincy Carson on Jan 23, 2014 4:20:38 GMT -5
The alleys of Remoor were considered dangerous. That was obviously meant to refer to Nada Citadel—the rest of the blighted region had nothing resembling an alley. It was through one of these alleys that a certain doctor, far younger than most of colleagues, ran. His pants had little issue avoiding the puddles dotting the alleyway; it seemed as if they were a few inches too high. The place the trousers were worn, just above the belly-button, was considered a bit old-fashioned. It allowed the passerby to see the socks as they flashed by. White. Light grey. White with a blue spot from a new shirt. Light grey with a black stain from a dropped pen. His clothing was neutral after that—it was difficult to mismatch with black pants. His closet was filled with them.
Caleb did not seem to care about the perils of an the graffiti-covered alley. Many thoughts in his mind were a bit child-like. It was why women had repeatedly emptied his wallet—the same girl three times. It was why he had been mugged twice. Caleb was the kind of person who saw little harm in sending money to a Nigerian prince through the internet; the person, scam or not, could likely use it anyway. He waved at the people in the darkness. Did it really matter that some brandishes lumps between their jackets. It might be cancer and not drugs. “Why is it—even though my lunches keep getting longer—that I keep running out of time? I wager my wristwatch likes jerking my chain---unlinking it—heh.” In truth, with a finished comic in his hand, it seemed he had been rather distracted. Doctors were busy—even when they dealt in Pokemon. Lunch was the only time he had to read.
The sandwich in his hand, from the best place in the city, had barely been touched. The paper crinkled, unfurled, and revealed a luke-warm tube of meat and vegetables. Opening his mouth A few bits of pepperoni dropped to concrete. A few starving Meowth, watching the walking buffet rush past, eyed the meat hungrily. Blue eyes, turning slightly at a noise, watched them devour the little morsels. His lips pulled up into a smile. Dancing clumsily around a dumpster, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, the blonde arrived onto the street beside his little clinic. Another bite.
Food and mayonnaise rained down upon the concrete. The doctor was even sloppy with his food at times. No humans, or disapproving mothers at least, existed to chastise him.
Then his left hand twitched. The movement came out of nowhere, as it always did. With a ruffle of paper the comic drifted toward a puddle of oil. Flopping open to a dog-eared page, with a muffled splash, it began to dissolve into pulp. “Ah, man—I wasn’t even done.” The stupid wind had kicked up again. Leaving it to rot, he truly had to get back to work soon, Caleb took a left turn. The Pokemon center, the smallest one in the city, was just a few minutes away. “I’ll see if one of the nurses have a copy—“, someone had to have the common sense to be interested in comic books.
Lapsing into humming, this time it was the theme-song to a popular children’s show, Caleb realized he had been walking. His feet picked up speed. He ignored the tiny ache in his chest as he raced forward. “I’m late! Come on legs!” Racing past the girl, blue eyes briefly catching her form, the veterinarian continued forward. “Hello Michiko!” He took another bite of his sandwich. The ticking of the clock urged him forward. Finally, his mind catching up with his rushing thoughts, the young doctor pivoted on his back foot.
He raced back to the entrance of the alleyway. The man had been questioned by the police about the little white-haired girl’s disappearance. He remembered the posters. Their last meeting, when she had come to him quivering and dripping wet, had been quite awkward. Caleb was horrible with children. Her parents had kept mistaking him for a Pokemorph specialist (and competent adult). One thing they had right: Caleb cared.
“Machi! That’s you isn’t it? Playing hide and seek out here--” He did not even wait for a confirmation. He knew the girl. The man sometimes made mistakes with names. The sandwich, loose in its disheveled paper, was brought up to his mouth. He swallowed twice. “Come’n out o’ dere.” It was hard to speak with two inches of heaven in your mouth. He was practically purring. This sandwich was worth losing his whole lunch period.
[He forgot, for just a moment, that he was running late. Caleb was certainly not the White Rabbit—he dressed too poorly.
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Post by Michiko Sakura on Jan 24, 2014 3:13:28 GMT -5
Michiko's heart beat faster as she tried to figure how she was going to get out of this mess. The footsteps kept coming closer and it was all the Ponyta Pokemorph could do not to cry at the thought of meeting either of her so called parents once again. The last time she had seen her father, he had hurt her...combined with the onslaught of negative emotions it was almost unbearable. Nothing Michi had said or done had changed anything...she had been helpless.... No...she wouldn't go back to that place...not again.... Taking a deep breath, Michi did her best to still her breathing to hopefully keep from being detected. Unfortunately it seemed all her efforts had been in vain when the person not only noticed her, but recognized her as well. Michi wanted to just run right then and there, to get away from the possibility of being dragged back to her parents. Fear seemed to have rooted her feet to where they stood, There was something...familiar about the voice belonging to the man who had raced by her. He had recognized her after all...the man had to know her... Before Michi could put a name to the face however, the man returned just as quickly as he'd left and called out to her once again. Kelly...it was Kelly... after all this time... Despite not wanting to be found, Michi was glad to be able to see him again. The odd comment about playing hide and seek elicited a small giggle from the Ponyta Pokemorph before she walked into the light. Exhausted as she was, Michi still had a smile on her face, relieved that it was Kelly and not somebody else that had found her. Kelly's attempt at speaking with his mouth was comical and Michi couldn't help the small, soft laugh that escaped her. Hi Kelly..."came the soft reply as Michi stepped out of the shadows and closer to the older man, "It's nice to see you again..."she continued, shivering slightly as a sudden gust of wind blew past them. Normally Michi loved the feeling of the wind in her hair but today...it just made her that much colder. Not to mention that her clothes were not as suitable to the cold weather as she would've liked. Michi could normally handle the cold just fine but after a few nights of sleeping under the stars, it was becoming a little too much for her to handle. "H-how have you been...?"Michi asked quietly, looking up at Kelly as she did so.
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Post by Caleb Quincy Carson on Jan 28, 2014 5:49:21 GMT -5
Worries. Lateness. Loss and disappointment. All of these emotions, along with a bit of guilt over an earlier lost patient, swirled inside his mind. The happier emotions, from something simple like eating a sandwich, managed to cover the rest. It had been a while since he had eaten. His breakfast, which had been scrambled eggs, had been lost to an overheated pan.
The man, while observant, was prone to distractions. It was likely his ability to quickly pick out details, by taking in all of his surroundings, which allowed him to miss the obvious. It was like staring at a puzzle piece, one easily identifiable, without holding the rest of the puzzle. Had she ran away? That pink and white hair, or was it purple, was rather difficult to forget. Who dyed their child’s hair like that? In truth, when they had spoken, he had often asked himself that question. It seemed a bit weird on an equine Pokemon—no, Pokemorph. None of them were white and purple. Regardless, while he was horrid with children, the doctor had tried his best to help her. It seemed, when she went missing, that his time had come to an end.
He had thought about her sometimes. Once, when repairing the shattered hoof of a Rapidash, the blonde had received a kick to the head for it. Why could he not bridle his mind, with all of its thoughts, like an untamable stallion? The slightest smirk had came as he admired the tack in his hands. Maybe his brain was more of a gelding. It was a genius of a gelding though.
He hoped his humor went over well. Some people could be rather picky.
She was laughing! That was a good thing, right? Caleb smiled at her. Nothing could have been wrong with his hide-and-seek commentary! Sometimes, Caleb made children cry. The doctor was prone to insensitive comments. He thought it was comedic gold---the tiny things acted like he had stuffed coal in their mouths. “It is you! It’s Machi—Machi---Michiko!” The comment was meant to reassure him. There was no one else around; hopefully, unlike someone with amnesia, the little Pokemorph was still aware of her identity.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Would hooves be more resilient than the shoes he wore now? Could she feel as much as he did? Had anyone trimmed those for her? Staring at the anomaly for a moment, as curious minds sometimes did, he debated on the benefits of horse-legs. Then, one little word caught his ears. “Kelly!?” Caleb shook his head. “What is with you and Kelly? I mean there ain’t—“ He chewed his sandwich. His own speech echoed back to his ears. “ is not even a ‘y’ in my name, Machi.” It bewildered him. While he was all for nicknames, as his embarrassed acquaintances could tell, it was only something appreciated when they made sense. Another bite disappeared down his throat. “Nice t’see you too kiddo.” Was she a kid anymore? Teenager? Whatever—a rose was still a rose.
“Hungry. I’ve--I have-- been hungry.” The bread was torn into with gusto. Fingertips were brought up to be licked free of mayonnaise. Tightening his grip on the shrinking sandwich, just in case he decided to forget how to grasp again, “In general though, I’ve been fine. I have a new girlfriend—and then old Dr. Daniels left.” In truth, as the elderly woman had spent half her time asleep at her desk, Caleb had taken a while to notice. “You? They let you go back to your mom and pops?—Sora? The blonde had stumbled upon her, coughing and spitting, after the attempted drowning. Having a pair of amazing parents, even if they were a bit uncultured, made it difficult for him to see cruelty.
“I did just drop my comic though—no use crying over spilt ink.” Why couldn’t he have just finished it first!? The next bite of his sandwich felt like he was trying to swallow a cinder block. I’m late. Oops. “Anyway…” He jerked his thumb backwards towards his work. “We can chat in there---home sweet home.“ Was he meant to call the cops right now? She had posters up a while ago. Had they found her? It was kind of hard not to—right?
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Post by Michiko Sakura on Feb 3, 2014 0:30:25 GMT -5
Kelly's attempt at saying her name elicited another laugh from Michi, "Who else would it be...?" came the quiet question. There surely couldn't be many people with the name 'Michiko' after all...right... Well, there could be but Kelly certainly wouldn't have recognized them right away. Whatever the case, that didn't matter now, Kelly had found her and maybe...maybe he would be able to help her. He at least seemed happy to see her as was evident from his previous words. The comment about the name she called him earned yet another laugh as she smiled at Kelly. "Why do you call me Machi? There's not an 'a' in my first name,"she quipped, before shrugging slightly, "I don't know why, it just stuck. I was young when I first met you, Kelly,"she continued, smiling a little more as she did so. As Kelly answered her question, Michi laughed softly, he was still the same person she remembered after all. Listening to him briefly explain what had happened since she'd been gone, the Ponyta Pokemorph wondered what else she had missed since she had been gone. Maybe she should have returned sooner...Kelly was one of her friends after all... "Girlfriend? That's great! What's she like?"Michi began before Kelly continued on, explaining that the elderly woman she'd known before had left as well. To be honest, Michi didn't remember the woman very much since she seemed to be tired all the time. When he asked how she was doing and continued to ask about her parents, Michi's smile faltered slightly and nodded, "Yeah...they did...Sora's still with me though, somewhere around here,"she replied, looking back in the alley briefly. As if on cue, the Starly flew down from the stairwell he had been perched on and onto Michi's shoulder. He didn't like to be in his Pokeball when there was the slightest possibility that Michi might be in danger though with Caleb around now, there shouldn't be that much danger. Besides, Sora knew that the question about her parents would upset Michi. Fortunately that line of questioning didn't last long before Caleb commented about the comic he had dropped. Blinking curiously at his next statement, Michi looked down at the comic Kelly had referred to and bent down to pick it up, dripping wet. Michi had been about to say that she could try and dry it when he gestured to the pokecenter. That's right...it would be warmer in there and less dangerous by far. Nodding, Michi walked towards the building and entered, sighing in nigh relief at the warm air that hit her moments after the doors closed behind her. The comic in her hand was still dripping wet, forming a small puddle next to her feet. A small drop landed on her shoe, drawing Michi's attention back to the ruined comic. Lifting it up, Mich placed it in the palm of her hand and concentrated on drawing heat from her other hand, not enough to burn the pages certainly but enough that it should reduce the water to steam at the very least. After she had generated enough heat in her other hand, Michi placed her hand over the comic and watched carefully as the water evaporated from the book. It didn't take long before the book was dry enough that the pages could be turned without tearing them, with any luck the comic would still be readable. After a few more moments of watching the steam evaporate from the book, Michi withdrew her hand from it and handed it to Kelly with a smile. "There you go, hopefully you can read it still,"Michi replied kindly before her stomach decided to interrupt the conversation with a rather loud growl. Blushing slightly, Michi looked down and tried to pretend that hadn't happened...it was embarrassing but...it had been a while since she'd eaten, hadn't it. Perhaps she should have found something to eat earlier but...she had gotten lost and then Kelly had found her. Eating had been the last thing on her mind. Not that it mattered now at any rate, she was safe with Kelly, of that the Ponyta Pokemorph was certain.
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Post by Caleb Quincy Carson on Feb 8, 2014 5:50:32 GMT -5
His cheeks flushed. Pink crawled up between the tiny freckles and little acne scars. Why did children always have to ask the simple questions? Fingertips, dabbled with a bit of sauce from the sandwich, wiped against his once clean khakis. A new dot of grease, or five, joined the ones rendered nearly invisible by the washer. This process of dirtying his clothes would continue the entirety of the sandwich. His voice, when he spoke, seemed matter of fact—it might have been a bit patronizing. “Pravus could be making clones right now—might be hundreds of you, you know.” The fact that they would all have the same name, and likely be indistinguishable did not cross his mind. Caleb was, in all honesty, just teasing the little wisp—he preferred playing the part of big brother to big-and-scary adult. Maybe that’s why kids walked all over him.
He didn’t try to impress children either. He changed his way of speaking around adults—he tried his best to enunciate; he had been raised in an area where speech seemed to be best when half the syllables were missing. “I forgot ya name—well, just one letter of it.” Frowning for a moment, feeling this might send the wrong signal, Caleb continued in an even tone. “Minewas close though.” One finger lifted to emphasize that point. Hers was not even in the same ball park. “Kids. If it ain’t—is not-- imaginary friends, then it’s made up nick-names.” Sighing for just a moment, the blonde shoved his displeasure aside. It wasn’t her fault that she acted like a child. Besides, he was above bullies and such—the name wasn’t offensive. It just made no sense.
“She’s really soft on the peepers—really generous too.” Caleb didn’t know much about her. He just knew that they had fun a lot of the time. She always laughed at his stupid jokes. A smile was just within reach when he said anything. The woman seemed to appreciate him. This was a bit different from Michiko’s parents—or—kidnappers. “Oh? Is he? He can come out—I won’t bug him.” The veterinarian adored Pokemon. Cornflower blue eyes gave a week. For just a moment, though he had realized his question had been understandably awkward (“So you’re mom and pops are convicted felons?” ). He had to quit being so forward.
“Why, speak of the brown-feathered avian!” Caleb smiled at the Starly. His hands moved in a quick wave. The smile reappeared. In truth, if it came down to a fight, Michiko was likely far more useful than the older man. He was kind of useless.
“Don’t pick it up, you’ll just get your hands dirty. Or do—either way. It’s not dangerous or nothi—anything.” It had already deteriorated into pulp in the last few pagers. The puddle swirled with tiny bits of oil and shreds of paper. Which thrilling parts were now stuck to the concrete ? The part where the nerdy hero finally gained the heroine’s attentions? It seemed he wouldn’t find out until he went to the shop again. The blonde hoped that they had the volume in stock—the place wasn’t large enough to hold extra inventory.
The center flooded over him. It smelled of wet-dog, vomit, and home. Walking to the corner, where his jacket was thrown over a hat-rack, the light-haired man managed to grab the wrinkled thing. The sandwich and hands navigated the form-fitting sleeves. The smell and sense of heat made him turn around. His eyes widened. “Whoa…” Pokemorphs were interesting—mostly pbecause they were party Pokemon. He took it back with reverence. “Thanks kiddo.” Instantly, not paying attention, he flipped the pages open.
A tummy growled. At first, looking down the hallway, he worried an angry patient had woke up earlier than intended. Finally, realizing its source was the little girl, he sighed. You’Two dollar bills appeared. They jerked, shakily, towards the vending machine in the corner. No one wanted to eat after him anyway. “Get something—kids like junk food and all.” This diet, of vending machine and fast food, explained his marsupial like pouch.
One button was slid into place. The jacket settled much better now.
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Post by Michiko Sakura on Feb 25, 2014 2:42:49 GMT -5
Michi couldn't help but giggle softly as Kelly blushed when she asked who else she could be, shaking her head at the clone comment, "Why would they want to make someone that looks just like me?"she laughed. It was nice to see that Kelly hadn't changed one bit during the time she'd been away. Besides, Michi had been teasing him about forgetting her name which Kelly was quick to point out. He always gave her a hard time about the nickname she'd given him but it just seemed to fit him so Michi had stuck with it despite his protests. Shrugging as he complained about the nickname, Michi smiled at him before Kelly talked about his girlfriend. Hopefully this one would make him happy, Michi hated to see him unhappy but judging by way he talked about her this one seemed to be a lot nicer than the other ones. The question about her parents gave Michi pause before Sora took that moment to land on her shoulder. It was a valid question though, Kelly hadn't seen her since she'd gone back home after all and of course he'd want to know. Sora chuckled softly at the greeting he received from Caleb and nodded in turn before the conversation continued on about the ruined comic. Caleb's protests fell on deaf ears as Michi picked up the ruined comic before they entered the warm building again. Honestly it was a relief to be inside again considering how cold it had gotten lately. Even if Michi was a fire type, it was still too cold to be outside for very long. Kelly's reaction to her drying off the comic made Michi smile as he promptly opened the book up and started to read it again. That was good though, it meant that the words were still legible and she'd managed to save the book after all. Then her stomach decided to interrupt, causing the Ponyta Pokemorph to blush and look down in embarrassment. Kelly's voice made Michi look back up again as he offered her a couple dollars for the vending machine. "Umm, thanks," Michi replied quietly before taking the money from him. Wandering over to the vending machine, Michi looked at the selection and opted to get the Cracker Jacks, they were good and there was always a little prize inside. Placing the money in the machine, Michi pressed the buttons and watched the mechanism work before taking the bag out of the machine. Opening up the bag, Michi ate one of the cracker jacks as she walked back over to Kelly. "Here's your change,"Michi said before handing the change out to him, "Thanks again..."she continued, smiling at him as she ate some more out of the bag.
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Post by Caleb Quincy Carson on Mar 3, 2014 3:47:02 GMT -5
A fingertip scratched at the rather large divet less by an acne scar. The color in his cheeks steadily resumed his normal color; Caleb was a believer Scientists and doctors conducted odd experiments! Had the girl never read a scientific magazine or a grant proposal? “Why the heck do people, on purpose, pay for mismatched socks, Michi?” While his own were nothing alive, the result of harried preparation, the blonde did not understand paying for something he was teased for. “They might need to borrow ya—your credit or somethin’—g.” Whether she was a colleague or not, the doctor would try to avoid speaking like a stereotypical boy from the slums.
The only thing that truly changed in the women were their names and appearances. Whether it was Monica, Annabeth, or Tamara, he seemed to select the harpies and the greedy. The shrugged shoulders was met with a grin. “I think this might be the one, Machi.” He had thought that no less than seven times in his life—two of them when he was under thirteen.
The issue with the parents was a touchy and awkward subject. The doctor, with his somewhat finicky fingers and track record with distressed children, doubted he wanted to open that can of Caterpie. The little worms were surprisingly resilient without oxygen—scientists had happened to do studies While he wore his worn out coat, the wool on it a bit deteriorated, the slight chill went unnoticed. “I hope things work well for both of y—ou.” Why did his mouth still insist on dropping thse two vowels for an ’a’? Flip! The crinkled comic was turned. It took him a moment to realize a page had been missed---why did they stick together?
Crumbled, covered in wrinkles, scratched on with notes, and coated in unknown dots of red, the dollars were the sorts of things vendors hated. The crotchety old machines, which were likely older than the Ponyta Pokemorph, truly had stopped discriminating. “You’re welcome.” Fed children were less likely to clash with him—besides, when he was low on change, he knew how to hit the pad to receive a refund. “Just don’t be unhealthy—I’m a doctor.”
The man took his change in one hand, not caring how badly organized it was, as he stared at the caramelized popcorn. The coins looked like the remains after a devastating Without a word, stuffing his hand in immediately after Michiko, he pulled out a handful of popcorn. His other hand gave a series of twitches and spasms.
Chink! Chink! The coins scattered across the lonely linoleum. Shaking his head at his hand , blaming his clumsy fingers, the doctor shrugged. He did not need to bother to pick up a few pennies! The children could discover them later. It would also get al the dust out from under the counters and machines. “Turn those all up to heads for me, Mac!” good luck and all that.” The young man just shrugged: “I need to go dig’n’ someone’s intestines. I’ll be right back!” The blonde man saw little reason to ask for superision. What was the worst that could happen? “I will look at Sora, for a check-up, when we finish—likely diagnose some rare space-borne illness!” The comic book was likely worming its way into his head. It also called to him even as he thought on his next appointment. It was a case all the other veterinarians had issues diagnosing (or the unlicensed ones in the neighborhood). It had been a hard case. The discoloration on a nail had finally given it away. Some tiny part of him hoped the little Pokemon was ill—Caleb had a tiny bit of a hero complex.
What was the number for child services again? He could call first. Sticky fingers left caramel streaks across the number pad.
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Post by Michiko Sakura on May 2, 2014 2:29:20 GMT -5
Red eyes looked up at Caleb in obvious confusion as he explained that mismatched socks were somehow on the same plane as clones. The comment about needing to borrow her credit elicited another giggle from the Ponyta pokemorph as she shook her head at the ridiculous statement. "Silly Kelly, there's only one of me~,"Michi chastised lightly, her smile growing as Kelly mentioned that his latest girlfriend might be the one. It was nice to see Kelly happy after all the time she'd spent away from him...it almost seemed as if she'd never left. Hopefully this girlfriend would be nice to Kelly...Michi hated to see him sad which wasn't very often thankfully. Looking up at him as he continued to read the comic, Michi smiled and nodded. Everything had been going well so far, she hadn't really found any information about her real parents but that didn't mean Michi was just going to give up. Somewhere out there was a family that wanted her, that cared for her and wanted her to be safe...maybe it was all just an impossible dream, but it was all Michi had to live for after what her supposed parents had done. "Thanks, Kelly,"Michi replied quietly, "I haven't given up yet, that counts for something I guess," she continued before Kelly gave her some money for the vending machine. The cracker jacks that were chosen thereafter tasted good, though they weren't especially healthy, none of the food in the vending machine was. The only thing that could have been considered healthy was the sunflower seeds and though Sora would have undoubtedly enjoyed them, they were not one of Michi's favorite snacks. Still, just about anything would have tasted good to the Ponyta pokemorph in that moment considering it had been a couple days since she'd had a decent meal...or had it been longer... Either way, the caramelized popcorn tasted delicious to say the least of things. Handing back the few coins that consisted of Kelly's change, Michi fully expected him to be able to hold onto it only to hear the coins scatter across the floor. Michi was about to pick up the scattered coins when Kelly asked someone named Mac to turn the coins to heads. Well...alright then...it seemed that Kelly didn't care about the coins after all. Stifling a giggle, Michi was about to offer to pick up the coins when Kelly said something about intestines, causing the Ponyta pokemorph to pale considerably and almost choke on the piece of popcorn she'd just swallowed. That was the last thing she had expected to hear at that moment...though Michi supposed it made sense considering this was a Pokemon clinic but.... Red eyes grew at Kelly's next words about Sora being sick as she blanched, appearing for all the world as if she'd just seen a ghost. That....that wasn't possible...was it... Sora was fine...he'd-...he'd have told her if something was wrong. No....Michi would have been able to tell if something was wrong, she was sure of it but...what if Kelly was right... Before Michi had the chance to ask if Kelly had been serious about Sora being sick, he had already wandered off. Now there was nobody in the lobby except for her and Sora...and whoever this 'Mac' person was. Walking over to the couch in the lobby area, Michi set the half-eaten bag of cracker jacks aside for now; She was far too anxious and worried to eat anymore after what Kelly had said anyway. Perhaps she should just wait for Kelly to get back...it wasn't like there was much to do here anyway. Sora would be alright, he had to be...who else would come with her to find her parents if he wasn't... At least the couches were comfortable, maybe she could just close her eyes for a moment...it was safe here after all. Kelly was here and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Snuggled close to Sora, Michi relaxed as she felt the warmth of his feathers...Kelly had to have been wrong about him. The sound of the Starly's heartbeat was steady and soothing and before long, Michi was lulled to sleep, sprawled out on the couch with Sora nestled securely in her arms.
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