[There's a whole lot of jostling noises before the 'Gear, turned on in the hubbub, tumbles out of a small pile of clothes and lands on the bed, showing a jumble of items and ... general junk that Heather's allowed to accumulate in the hotel room.]
[There's a few crumpled paychecks, unfolded clothing, spare Potions and Pokeballs, and more than a few
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--DAT OWLBAG.]
*snrrkk*
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What're you sniggering at, Blanket Boy?
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Your companion looks rather comfortable
[WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM, HEATHER? He managed to keep from cracking up at a Swinub playing cleavage peek-a-boo with it's owner earlier. He's only human (in this world)]
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Hmph. Too comfortable.
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It certainly looks pleased with itself. What sort of pokemon do you call that?
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Noctowl, I think.
Like, 'nocturnal owl'.
Which is kinda dumb. All owls are nocturnal.
[... ACTUALLY HEATHER, THERE ARE SEVERAL SPECIES... well never mind. The girl never claimed to be an ornithologist.]
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