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[Backdated a little: 5/19, 7 PM.]
...We just hit Cherrygrove. Dunno if we're sleeping here or back on the trail, but hey, we'll figure something out.
Don't give me that look, Light, I'm gonna make it. I promise, okay?
[Action, for PASCAL or ANYONE IN THE CHERRYGROVE POKEMON CENTER FOR ANY REASON.]
[Snow's sinking down on one of the Pokemon Center couches, relaxing into it and even letting his head fall back for a second. All-in-all, he's pretty chill. He has two and a half days to hit Violet or Lightning's going to kill him, but hey, it could definitely be worse. After all, his beautiful bride-to-be is waiting for him less than a week away.
Sir Munchalot, meanwhile, is running around the Pokemon Center and peering at/fiddling with everything short enough for her to reach. The Munchlax is somehow still a ceaseless fountain of energy, despite exactly how much battling they'd done on the way. Snow and Pascal both--he's a little proud of her determination, Pascal's that is. Be careful, though: Sir Munchalot eats anything that fits in her mouth.
As for Snow, h doesn't look upset, just a little tired and a little thoughtful, so PEOPLE SHOULD COME SAY HI. He needs more buddies, anyway.]
...We just hit Cherrygrove. Dunno if we're sleeping here or back on the trail, but hey, we'll figure something out.
Don't give me that look, Light, I'm gonna make it. I promise, okay?
[Action, for PASCAL or ANYONE IN THE CHERRYGROVE POKEMON CENTER FOR ANY REASON.]
[Snow's sinking down on one of the Pokemon Center couches, relaxing into it and even letting his head fall back for a second. All-in-all, he's pretty chill. He has two and a half days to hit Violet or Lightning's going to kill him, but hey, it could definitely be worse. After all, his beautiful bride-to-be is waiting for him less than a week away.
Sir Munchalot, meanwhile, is running around the Pokemon Center and peering at/fiddling with everything short enough for her to reach. The Munchlax is somehow still a ceaseless fountain of energy, despite exactly how much battling they'd done on the way. Snow and Pascal both--he's a little proud of her determination, Pascal's that is. Be careful, though: Sir Munchalot eats anything that fits in her mouth.
As for Snow, h doesn't look upset, just a little tired and a little thoughtful, so PEOPLE SHOULD COME SAY HI. He needs more buddies, anyway.]