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[speedweed]

Something something, I'll make this pretty later, shut up.

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12/21

[fingersandteeth]

Just so you know, Speedwagon, Lanque is *that* kind of heartless young man of our persuasion. The extremely petty sort who uses everyone around him. God knows, half the boys I fucked at university were exactly like him.

I'm not saying don't, if that's where the whim takes you. I'm just saying be careful and *guard your heart*.

[speedweed]

I figured that might be the case, given how thick he was already coming across as with the amount of suggestion and the like.

Might be a fun temporary toy, but I do have other business to attend to in regards to said heart and I'm more than keen to keep it secure until that comes to fruition or not.

[fingersandteeth]

Oh *good*. I had an in-person encounter with him yesterday and barely refrained from breaking his wrist.

Just as long as you know what he's up to.

(Might I ask what that business is or would you rather keep it secret until you know if it will happen or not?)

[speedweed]

Honestly, that sounds about right.

It's related to a situation you're already well aware of. Though it involves dinner and discussion.

[fingersandteeth]

*Oh*. It seems your friend and his missus are a bit more accepting than you were worried about, then?

Well. I can see it, actually. Your friend is quite the intellectual, isn't he? A lot of less conventional ideas are given greater credence by the intellectual set. Socialism, free love, etc.

HOUSE TIME HOUSE TIME action

[standless]

[The house is finally complete.

Right now, the house floats upon the water- the icemelt beneath can no longer be solid, but at least all of the vital parts of the home were constructed before the lake actually flooded, while anything that could be handled above water was finished through the winter. It is a lovely thing- a true callback to what they knew, which means there's only one last thing.]

He should be here any moment, [Jonathan hums, peering out the window.] ...I do hope he's able to locate us however.

[puddlesoverdios]

My love, we're the only home for miles. I'm sure he will have no issue.

[Erina presses a kiss to his cheek before going back and looking at their belongings. Furnishing a home was so much more interesting here: but expensive. They would need quite a bit of egg sales to flush their nest egg out again.

For this very important meeting, Erina has ball'd Peda to keep the gluttonous pachirisu from eating their snacks. ]

Come away from the window, Jonathan. You're worrying far too much. He'll arrive soon.

[speedweed]

[Certainly Erina wasn't wrong and Jonathan hadn't needed to worry. Speedwagon's at least pretty good with directions and a house by itself like this was... well, easier to find than most would assume.

Which might be why he was procrastinating a little bit and somewhat antsy about the situation. Nothing had really changed in that part, but he's got a rather nice outfit this time around and Candalera trotting along at his side along with a relatively annoyed looking squirtle (who was refusing to go into his ball, but that's not exactly news).

Hopefully he can get to the door before someone immediately opens it, knocking a little lighter than he probably ought to.]

[standless]

Are we truly? I could have sworn I spotted a cottage farther north.

[Well, he supposes it's still pretty hard to confuse the addresses all that said... ...Still. Jonathan sighs, ultimately stepping away from the window.

About a half minute after and the door is being knocked upon.] OH-!

Speedwagon! Welcome! [Yep, he was waiting. What a dog-like response, really.] And hello to you my dear Candalera- you look quite lovely as always! [It is Very Important to compliment the salazzle.]

Oh, who's this however?

[A...Squirtle?]

<video>

[puddlesoverdios]

[It is high time she took initiative in things, and so, Erina calls Speedwagon. Especially as he's spent most of his time outdoors.

Honestly? Quite frustrating if they were to all go in together on this... idea of theirs. So, in a tone that is amicable, but clearly brooks no argument, she calls,]

Robert, dear? Care to have some tea and biscuits with me in the parlor?

<video>

[speedweed]

[Oh, hell, he knows what that tone means and does his best to keep calm and collected.

Hopefully he didn't do anything this time around that he's unaware of.]

Ah, of course. Give me about five minutes to get Guys back into his ball as he was at least enjoying something for once. [That blastoise will never not be a problem, but they're probably both aware of that by now.

Luckily he's pretty on spot with his guess of it only being about five minutes to get the turtle back in the ball and is quietly making his way into the parlor, one of his many new hats actually missing for once. Huh.]

I take it we have something to speak about?

Re: <video>

[puddlesoverdios]

We do!

[Still, true to her word there is a piping hot cup of tea waiting for him as he likes it, and a plate of raspberry-filled shortbread cookies to enjoy.]

Well, might as well get to the root of the matter: do you not find me attractive enough to pursue things, Robert?

[speedweed]

[Oh.

Oh, that's a fun conversation indeed.

He's sighing softly to himself as he takes a seat finally and takes a sip of that tea first to steady his nerves.]

That's not the problem in the slightest, I assure you. Merely... I suppose it comes down to not being quite sure how to approach things on either end still, new territory and what-not.

In more ways than one.

[standless]

Speedwagon, have you any time perhaps?

I've a question regarding an endeavor you may find rather entertaining!

[it's badges]

[speedweed]

[OH BOY, BADGES.]

Other than my usual patrol at this point, I do have the time. Would you prefer to continue text or actually speak?

[standless]

Just for now, it ought be text; worry not, it is merely a matter of convenience!

[He's probably worrying now. Oh well.]

Have you perhaps considered the 'gym challenge' however, Speedwagon?

[speedweed]

[This is not helping in the slightest, no.]

I have two of the badges of this region, yes. Why?

[puddlesoverdios]

[With Jonathan and Speedwagon preparing to leave for their journey, Erina had been doing some secretive things of her own. Namely, making sure her husband and her lover were both adequately guarded against the snow and cold.

So she had secretly knitted them scarves and mittens while they slept at night, sitting up with Peda. Best to see to Speedwagon first, Jonathan would be far to excitable.]

Robert? Are you busy?

[speedweed]

[Speedwagon, of course being the dingus he is, hadn't even noticed she'd been doing that. But that's not at all unusual when it comes to him. Though he'd been going through his backpack and making sure everything was there and accounted for.

Can't be going out unprepared, after all. He jolts somewhat as he hears her voice, looking up from his seat at the table.]

Not at all, merely going over the list for the tenth or so time today.

[puddlesoverdios]

Better to be prepared than not, I say.

[Erina smiled and offered him a wrapped package and she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.]

Pack this, too. I imagine you should have something warm.

[speedweed]

After the time I've been here thus far and without the access to random funds for existing, quite. [Along with being paranoid from his time on the streets, but we don't talk much about that anymore.

Hello, what is this, ma'am.]

Ah? [Give him a moment, just gonna... unwrap that and see what she's been up to, thank you very much.] You really didn't have to, Erina... [Shut up.]

SNORUNT SNORUNT

[standless]

[Mahogany wasn't exactly known of many supplies, so it went without saying that before setting off properly on their camping excursion, they'd have to go through a few travel options. Warps, more warps, possibly a train- the idea is to get to a mall, but to get to a mall in a city that isn't controlled by the same people Speedwagon keeps pissing off.

And then they walk in the door to confetti.]

W...What?

CONGRATULATIONS!

W-What!?

LETS GOOOOO

[speedweed]

[Look, it's not his fault he pissed off Team Rocket. It was necessary. No it wasn't.

He immediately pauses at this... confetti. And loud noises. That's...]

What just happened. [These poor Victorian morons.]

[standless]

[Somewhere in the buzzing they can make out a number, but mostly the important part is-]

To celebrate, you have an unlimited shopping spree! Go wild!

W...What!?

[He looks to Speedwagon.] They can't surely mean unlimited can they?

[speedweed]

[Hold on. Did he hear that?

And then Jonathan's confirming that he heard the same thing.]

I... I guess so? This place works in mysterious ways, Jonathan, perhaps it's better to... not question it? It couldn't have been better timing, no?