comeatmibro | thirteenth fault; video/action for saffron

[ Miyuki's back on a roof somewhere in Saffron City, but this time, the weather is pleasant and the sun bright. She's actually lying on her stomach, her shirt dragged up over her shoulders, sunning her back. It's a few moments of this before the cameramon speaks up. ]

Ax!

[ The girl looks lazily over her shoulder, but one glimpse of the record light on the 'Gear has her scrambling to her feet and pulling her shirt down in the back, cheeks pinking. ]

Jeez, warn a girl, Axe-bro! I wasn't decent!

[ When she recovers from her embarrassment (which does take a moment), she sits back down, facing the 'Gear this time. ]

So since that crazy freakin' typhoon hit, like... right after I got here, I didn't get a chance to say it — [ She drags her bag closer and pulls her jacket out of it, holding it open to show the eight gym badges from Johto. ]

I beat your record, Mister Old Man. [ No, she never learned Roy's name. She has no plans to. ] Seven months, two weeks and four days. How's Kanto lookin' for you?

[ The feed cuts on her cheeky grin. ]

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Is that why you were on the roof the other day? Because someone robbed you?

[ Now she just looks uncomfortable. ]

Sort of? I mean, it... didn't happen, like, that day, but. I dunno, there was just a lot going on down on the ground, and there weren't any Pokémon or Rocket jerks on the roof.

[That discomfort is one of the key reasons why he's actually going to be somewhat sympathetic about all this, or at least reasonably less condescending.]

How much did they take? None of your team, I hope?

They took my money and some of my stuff — a couple TMs were the worst. They grabbed Axe-bro, but they didn't get far. Godzilla-bro stopped them.

[ She's quiet still, not looking at the screen. ]

I guess I'm lucky I had most of my team out 'cause of all the trash Pokémon.

You're lucky you weren't hurt; the Rockets been taking a considerably more aggressive stance lately. And the TMs, at least, should be replaceable.

[ She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. ]

They didn't hurt me any worse than some of the tennis I played back home. I'm mostly just mad I'm gonna have to get a job again.

[ The annoyance helps cover up her uneasiness. ]

[He regards the video silently a minute, clearly considering something.]

You still owe me a tennis match, by the way.

[Did they take her racket, he wonders?]

You mean I owe you a butt-kicking? [ She looks up, not completely dissuaded from her unhappiness, but enough so to give him a dry expression. ] Time and place, Nemesis-bro.

You're that confident, are you?

[He returns that dry look with one of his own.]

For every game you take from me, I'll replace one of your TMs. Consider it incentive to push yourself past your limits.

[ That brightens her up a little more. She grins. ]

Dude, who're you kidding? I don't even have limits. It's a deal.

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