So tell your friends just how you feel.
Who: a miniworth and recrimination
Where: Violet City
When: Saturday, February 5th
Summary: The two prosecutors-to-be have a small family reunion.
Rating: PG-13 depending on if that riding crop appears..
Log:
[Saturday's weather was better than any Miles had seen since waking up from his nine-day coma. It wasn't clear, the sky wasn't as blue as it could have been, but the sun's bright lights shining down onto the snow-covered streets made Johto seem a lot more cheerful than it had in any of the preceding days. It was refreshing.
Not that it helped the nervous tightening in his stomach as he arrived at the bench sitting outside the Violet Pokémon Center. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants - new, and long, as he'd purchased them before leaving Goldenrod, having a hunch that Franziska von Karma would only make snide comments at him if he appeared in his usual attire. His coat was new, as well: the old brown jacket he'd had since arriving in Johto was getting worn, and thus he had folded it up carefully and put it away inside his bag.
Adjusting the blue scarf around his neck, Miles glanced down at his watch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until the time he promised to meet up with his sister.
.....As he waited for her arrival, he vaguely wondered how tall she would be.]
Where: Violet City
When: Saturday, February 5th
Summary: The two prosecutors-to-be have a small family reunion.
Rating: PG-13 depending on if that riding crop appears..
Log:
[Saturday's weather was better than any Miles had seen since waking up from his nine-day coma. It wasn't clear, the sky wasn't as blue as it could have been, but the sun's bright lights shining down onto the snow-covered streets made Johto seem a lot more cheerful than it had in any of the preceding days. It was refreshing.
Not that it helped the nervous tightening in his stomach as he arrived at the bench sitting outside the Violet Pokémon Center. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants - new, and long, as he'd purchased them before leaving Goldenrod, having a hunch that Franziska von Karma would only make snide comments at him if he appeared in his usual attire. His coat was new, as well: the old brown jacket he'd had since arriving in Johto was getting worn, and thus he had folded it up carefully and put it away inside his bag.
Adjusting the blue scarf around his neck, Miles glanced down at his watch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until the time he promised to meet up with his sister.
.....As he waited for her arrival, he vaguely wondered how tall she would be.]