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[usedtherapy]

Who: usedtherapy and usedwindything
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Back...timed? To noon on the 20th of May.
Summary: Rose believes it's time to explore the new city, and John is being dragged into it.
Rating: Is there a rating for "You might die of cute"? PG-13 for the slim possibility of language, I guess?
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[usedwindything]

[As for John? Well, once he had received the order of "go find hotel rooms" the previous day, he had done just that. And once he had obtained a room...he had flopped onto the bed and passed out. Yeah, didn't even bother to change into his pajamas or take off his shoes or anything. Just "Face, meet pillow. Pillow, meet face. Hope you get along because you will be seeing a lot of each other." He hadn't even remembered to take his glasses off, though luckily Casey was there to fix that little issue before she herself fell asleep on the couch. Because apparently John felt weird about sharing a bed with her after she evolved. She can't understand WHY that would be, he didn't mind when she was a Buneary, but that's beside the point.[And that's where he remained until the present moment in which Rose was knocking on his door. He didn't wake up until the last knock, and even then he was groggy and not exactly sure if he heard what he thought he heard. Was there someone at his door? Who would it be anyway? Jade was back in Azalea with Soul

[usedtherapy]

[[She doesn't say anything at first, instead giving him a few once-overs. She's starting to think she should have called first, but brushes that off in favor of addressing the boy.]]

You, apparently. I was hoping you would join me on a tour of Goldenrod, and...

[[Come on Rose. Just say it.]]

...And perhaps lunch.

[[There. Now smile. Not that he can tell you're smiling, probably...]]

Where are your glasses?

[usedwindything]

[Holy plot-twists, Batman! Did Rose just tell a joke?!]

Hehe, yeah I am up alright. Sort of.

[Be thankful that he's half awake and his brain isn't at full processing power, Rose. Otherwise he might be more awkward about the lunch that sounds an awful lot like a date thing. Then again...maybe not. This is John we're talking about. He might not have even jumped to that conclusion even with an awake, fully-functioning brain.]

But, yeah if you're not still too mad at me then I don't have a problem with that. Sounds fun. And my glasses are...somewhere. [Eye rub.] I fell asleep with them on and haven't seen them since.

[He is just the most responsible.]

[usedtherapy]

[[Oh she is. She is quite glad. Him being awkward would completely break her practiced stoic disposition. Not that his ridiculousness isn't doing so on it's own currently.]]

Fell asleep with them...John, why would you do something like that?

[[Sigh. She can't leave you alone for two seconds can she?]]

Do you need help searching for them? And I'm not mad. I wasn't mad. Just...tired.

[[And that's all there is to say on the matter.]]